Just wanted to let anyone that might have been wondering know that we are alive and well. Within three days of moving to San Diego I landed a job! Life is good down here and we have a plan that we are working on. You know what they say about plans and God laughing but the important thing is to work the plan.
It’s true! Living well is the best revenge
“The world is what you make of it, friend. If it doesn’t fit, you make alterations.” – Stella
I have been at this blogging thing off and on since 2005 and I think it has finally worked it’s way out of my system. We are moving at the end of the month so that and the job hunt and kicking my life back into gear is taking most of my energy. Which is how it should be.
I’ve enjoyed writing and corresponding with you all and will undoubtedly pop up from time to time in various comment sections of other blogs. I still think blogging is a bona-fide art form and some people still do it very well indeed.
At this point I need to acknowledge and thank my interweb influences. Everything I ever needed to know about blogging I learned from reading Kim DuToit, Xavier’s Thoughts, and View From The Porch. Of those three, I take great pleasure in noting that the last man standing, el último hombre – so to speak, has turned out to be a girl.
”Here’s to the good stuff! May it last a long long time.”
Let me start by saying God bless Bill Whittle and a big amen to every word in that video but… there’s always a but isn’t there? What we really need here is somebody that can condense Bill’s message down to about five – ten minutes tops. Now if that person also happened to be say twenty something, attractive and a Mulatto lesbian, well so much the better. It’s not that Bill is unattractive, he’s just old (and white and straight and conservative) but mostly he’s old. They say fifty is the new thirty and as any adolescent will tell you, never trust anybody over thirty.
As I rapidly approach my 55th birthday I am all too aware that I am about to slide over that 25-54 demographic horizon. Beyond here thar be monsters like invisibility, impotence and irrelevance. 50 may be the new 30 but according to actuarial tables 50 is still 50 and I’m reminded of that cold hard fact this week as I wait to hear back from a job recruiter.
She was really interested in me on Tuesday. I had the requisite experience, my own tools and could pass any drug test she wanted to throw at me. Yes certainly I could be in their office next Monday for an OSHA class! All she needed was my SS#, DOB and place of birth to run the background check for a security clearance.
It’s been over 48 hrs and all I’ve heard is crickets.
h/t Protein Wisdom
There stands the glass fill it up to the brim!
Woke up very late this morning thanks to the 4th Annual IPA Festival at BCs Pizza & Beer. I stayed true to my school with Sierra Nevada’s Hoptimum Imperial IPA but it turns out Mrs. Sepulveda isn’t as bitter as previously thought, eschewing her beloved Stone Ruination IPA for the smooth & creamy Dogfish Head 90 Minute IPA. She liked it so much she ordered another pint. ”Where has this stuff been all my life?” She said.
“Take it easy girlfriend, that stuff is 10% alcohol.”
“Yes! And your point is?”