… is imminent.

Am I too much of a geek for that reference?

http://www.pbfcomics.com/archive/PBF207-Gingerbread_Man.jpg

Yeah, that’s the Mrs. Claus I think of…

now why would I put anything of import here? you must be mistaken.

I envy the ability, unthinking (I assume) of animals to curl up and bond in friendship (or is it slavery?):

kittyrat

Finished the car interior today.

What with having to figure out how the pieces went together again, because it’s been so long, then figuring out the right order (which meant screwing, unscrewing (ooh!), etc, a few times in some cases, it’s done.

Not perfect. I should have waited until I had someone to help me with the headliner. It’s got a couple of wrinkles I couldn’t get out, so they’re now glued in.

Still.

I *like* this, a lot better than before. I’m not sure why. Is it solely for the difference itself, or because I enjoy the new appearance that much more?

Kids are coming over this weekend to the new apartment. Wonder how they’ll like it… going to be different, anyway. See what they find to do while I’m sleeping in the mornings…

Almost all moved in. Still boxes everywhere. I’ve got the biggest room, the most closet space, two beds (one for the kids, not sure how this will work…) and I feel crowded by all of the stuff that’s supposed to be ‘put away’.

Don’t feel like working out, and have been eating too much since Saturday.

Life is amongst the eddies? Or at the top of the white-froshed wave-caps?

It’s starting to occur to me, that the people around me are not the sort I need to help.

I try. I find myself going back, much as I did to my family, time and time again, even though anyone (else) could likely have told me, “It’s hopeless. Give up. Don’t try again.”

I do, though.

And it affects me. I need something other than instant judgement, thinly-sliced witticisms and half-meant insults.

I think I’d like someone to trust.

I’m considering therapy more and more, but… that’s not really a *person*, is the concept I gain from it. It’s a device and some whitewash, antiseptic exterior to which I speak. Which, come to think of it, is really what I have in this blog, if only I were to use it.

All the patience that anyone has shown me is used up. I can’t really try anymore.

I formally announce my intended celibacy.

I’ve been broken too much, for too long, and haven’t had anyone to really talk to for, well, most of that time. Or if I have, it’s been miscommunicated. Lost in the intricacies of intrinsic inter-gender confusion.

I feel put-upon, downtrodden, confused, attacked, and generally… sore. Does it mean anything, or serve any purpose to even state such silliness, if I don’t attempt to resolve it?

I haven’t been able to really concentrate on anything in about 3-4 years. That’s a fair chunk of my adult life.

This doesn’t flow, so much as shatter on the rapids.

So, this is replacing the old bblog system. I still have to figure out how to import the entries from there into this database… hopefully there’s a tool to help out with that, as writing it myself would *suck*. The Movable Type database is a monstrous beast, at least in my opinion from my investigation so far.

WordPress won out in this comparison: http://www.asymptomatic.net/blogbreakdown.htm

Maybe I’ll have to set up another and try it out.

MT wasn’t that intuitive to set up. Had to do it once, and wipe it, just to realize that the root CGI directory can’t be the blog directory, either.

… and welcome! It’s a … gothy theme, isn’t it? mm. Woody. Woooooooooooood.