Random Ramblings CCIII · 7:00am Nov 7th, 2017

IN WHICH I HIT ANOTHER MILESTONE
As of one hour ago (as of my starting writing this post), I have officially reached 250 Followers. If I had an easy way to post pix (which I don't as I'm on my ancient laptop rather than at the library), I would find and post that "Party Soft" GIF. But anyway... Thank you so much! Y'all rock. Woo-hoo.

Nothing new on the writing front today, as I spent most of the day passed out. Time changes always mess me up, and I'm a night owl to begin with. I continue my futile cries to scrap DST -- whatever energy it saved during the 70's (best case was 2%) is moot thanks to leaps forward in energy efficiency over the past 40 years, even here in the USA. Animals could not give less of a crap about the numerical time. They live on (and I hate using this phrase, but it's apt) "God's Time". My cat -- who technically belongs to my ex but, since she has severed all ties with me, I guess he's mine now -- gets angry with me if I don't feed him an hour earlier than I would since all he thinks is sunset = feed me.

At this point, we continue this archaic system due to inertia. Aside from Arizona, Hawaii, and Indiana (which only adopted it a decade ago, and shouldn't have), we've been living under this spring-forward-fall-back junk for 50 years straight (and off and on for another 50 years before that). I wouldn't care as much it it was exactly six months on, six months off like it used to be, because that would be symmetrical. YES I AM THAT OCD ABOUT RANDOM STUFF.

I said before that I'm a crappy washed-up musician (and a crappier washed-up cartoonist) -- but I don't think I ever told you what my instrument is/was. It's the Vibraphone. You know what one is, right? Well, I was a percussionist in general -- I own a drum kit, but I fail at it because I couldn't get my hands and feet to coordinate, and I have no room for it in my home now. I want to go to the music store and buy another pair of sticks and a dual-sided practice pad because my kitchen and wood floor can only take so much of me using bits of it as instrument. My ultimate dream (aside from paying off my home and taking one last trip to the East Coast) is to buy a Vibraphone. But they cost thousands of dollars. And I wonder if I'm too old to get back into it.

A guitar store recently reopened here in town in half of an abandoned car dealership -- the other half was turned into a live music venue: the Sunrise Stage. For what it's worth, the shop sign's colours are remarkably similar to Sunset Shimmer's hair. I've kind of wanted to go there and check it out even though I have stubby fingers and have barely held a guitar in my life. Thing is, I'm insane. I don't want to play guitar; I'd rather play bass, as I am by nature more rhythm oriented (see preceding paragraph). When I look at my hands, I'm always reminded of that episode of The Simpsons where Lisa is told that she'll never be a great saxophonist because her fingers are stubby. Anyway, I want to see this store, but I'm afraid to go anywhere unfamiliar alone where I'd have to deal with people. Same thing that kept me away from the local comic shop for years before MLP:IDW (and the closure of Hastings) necessitated me going there. Now they know me by name, but I still feel out of place there because I don't like most Superhero comics -- too many characters, too much continuity; if you don't get in on the ground floor then you can't understand a damn thing. I'll get the occasional Deadpool miniseries though, and would have collected Scooby-Doo Apocalypse had I known about it from the beginning (I'm hoping Afterlife With Archie isn't dead {heh} yet). Problem with DC Comics is they still put ads within the comic in annoying places, disrupting the story flow. Most other legacy comics companies do this too and I don't like it.

Despite how much I unload about myself in these blogposts, I still like to consider myself an enigma to just about everyone. Even though I tell people "what you see is what you get", apparently I'm difficult to read. I'm also camera-shy. I'm not as bad as that one Australian Sci-Fi writer of whom there are ZERO photos online -- there are a few photos of me online, including a posed one taken at my request earlier this year. I've considered posting a photo of myself here... except it would be a closeup of just my eye to troll everyone.