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The Vikings will make it to the Super Bowl and lose.
Despite an early snow for the centennial state, Duluth will still see three times as much snow as Denver.
Everything will be cool this Christmas.
Rita Moravec is pregnant and it'll be a boy.
Despite a three year streak, Rochelle will not draw my name for this year's Secret Santa.
Halloween will see me free of the title "dance supervisor" starting in 2010.
More predictions to come...
And now a complaint... I was listening to bits of the Favre v. Packers on Monday night on the radion. It was the Packer station that I had tuned in. I didn't care who was telling me the score, so long as I knew what was happening. Anyway, as I listened, I heard one of the Green and Gold announcers refer to Aaron Rogers as "A-Rod". At first I thought it was funny. Obviously the nickname is already called for by Yankees third baseman Alex Rodriguez. It reminded me of an old ESPN commercial when Andy Roddick (US Tennis Star) barges into Stewart Scott's (ESPN anchor) office and demands that he refer to him by his new nickname. "What name is that, Andy?" asks Stew. "You know, A-Rod," answers Andy. After making the connection, Roddick storms out of the office, apparently dejected. So, this whole Aaron Rodgers thing is funny.... until the announcer continues to refer to Green Bay's new golden boy as "A-Rod". Seven times in all over perhaps an hour of radio time did he call him by this name. Just silly. Alex Rodriguez, Andy Roddick, Aaron Rodgers... Just call me "L-Mo".
David might be up this weekend for a jump in the lake. I'm looking forward to that. It'll be month number 55, I think.
The treat: the wait is over on Tuesday.
In October of 2007, Shannon and I went to go see a movie. The movie was "Trick r Treat", a low budget, traditional Halloween flick that looked as horrible as it probably will be. The only problem is we didn't get the memo that the film had been pulled.
The story since then can be best summed up by a paragraph from imdb.com
"The film was originally slated to be released in October 2007 for a
Halloween release. Warner Bros. without explanation or reason, pulled
the film from the schedule and no reschedule date was announced. One
reason might have been that Saw IV (2007) was being around the same
slated time and did not want to compete against it in fears of a big
opening against them. Another possible reason the film was buried by the
studio, was possible fall out from the box office disappointment of
Superman Returns (2006), which was co-written by 'Michael Dougherty' and
both produced and directed by Bryan Singer, who's production company
produced this film. There was brief talk that the film would finally be
released late last year around Halloween and possibly early 2009, but
again never materialized. The film will finally be released straight to
DVD in October."
For two years, Shannon and I have been watching closely for a new release date. For two years, we've been licking our chops backed by sub-pop-culture hunger. For two years, we've been hypothesising about the inevitable aweful story line, creating elaborate rationale for the delay, and moping about in frustration that this cheap, straight to video film could have just gone there 24 months earlier.
Two years ends Tuesday.
Will it be a disappointment? Only if it's really good.
On the other side of my (my only other side), "The Great American Trailer Park Musical" wraps up this weekend. Time to say goodbye to Duke and his magic marker sniffing habit. Instead I'll be playing the Dudley Doright of the French speaking world as I take stage in "The Three Musketeers" as Dartagnon (goes up in December). After that, it's my turn as Dr. Craven in "Secret Garden". Based the embarassment I felt at auditions I didn't think I was going to land the role- lesson learned... you know, the one about counting chickens...
It was good to see all the folks who were in town this past weekend (most of whom saw the show). If you were up for a visit (that's you, David, Chadley, Dan, Mom, Dad, Steve, Amber, Jim, Deanna.... is that everyone?) I'll just say that I appreciate seeing the familiar faces in a familiar place. Refreshing.
Mr. Gibbs and Gracey are two horrible creatures from (according to their breed) Siam. They avoid me like I was growing buboes all over my face. They keep me awake at night, they freak me out by hidding behind my George Foreman grill, and they show zero appreciation for the services I provide. These things and more make them the perfect cats.
I like a pet who can be a jerk. I like a pet who wants me around as much as I want it around. It's strange that we all search for a relationship in this world that reciprocates love, but what about hate? Would a relationship of mutual and equal committment that is based on hate rather than love be any less fulfilling? Are we really searching for love, or is a symbiotic existence all we really need?
Perhaps love can be born through hate. I still feed the cats. I am keeping them around. I do nothing to torment them asside from laughing while they dash about my living room chasing the elusive red dot from a laser pointer. Watching them fail brings me joy. Executing my hatred is what I've come to love. It's become a game, it's never truly been hate. It's a friendly rivalry; who can bother who more. This is the game I've been searching for my whole life...
And I love it.
In high school, though more of a two-mile track runner, I ran a 5:10 my senior year at the Central High School Invite in St. Paul, MN. In college, I ran a 5:17 split at the 8k Cross Country Regional Race in Valley City, North Dakota. Today, ten years after high school and six after college, I am still working at besting both of those times.
Sometime in late June I ran a mile at the UMD track. I clocked in, exhausted, at 6:05. Twas somewhat pathetic and a 5 minute mile felt far away.
What a difference a few weeks makes! I kept running. The next day, I ran it again, this time finishing in under six. Each time I ran I got a little bit faster. Earlier this week, I ran a 5:32. Considering that my goal is sub 5, or a 4:59, I'm exactly half way there from the day I started with that 6:05.
To be fair, I actually attempted this feat one other time about 3 years ago. I whittled the time down to 5:18... and then I just stopped. I can't remember why. But this time it's about sticking with it. Sure, the school year will start up in a few weeks and life will get busy, but I think that this time, I'll make it the whole way.
33 seconds to go.
At the beckoning of others, I'm back on the LJ kick. I can already tell that I'd missed it.
For those not already in the loop, my bike brake broke besterday. Instead of having it fixed by a professional, I went about knotting up some old guitar strings to reconnect the severed line. Now, when I'm barreling down a hill at 35 mph, the only thing between life and death for me will be an few old E strings and a fierce faith in my own handy work.
"The Great American Trailer Park Musical" is underway... rehearsals anyway. The show is a hoot. I get to speak with a southern drawl, drive wrecklessly, shoot up mobile homes and run after strippers. It's the role of a lifetime.
With the hopes of this updating becoming more regular, I'll keep this short.
Ta!
I finished the 2nd draft of my first book yesterday. Today I'll be revising and adding and getting some of the geography in order. Hopefully I'll be working on the rough draft of the 2nd book by January 1.
We got a heap of snow here in the Northland this weekend resulting in a late start at work this morning. Finals week means I don't work, I just ipdate my journal.
Christmas in Duluth this year. No traveling for me! Hooray!
-David and Erin were married on the 25th of October. It was a hoot, what with the corsica breaking, the playground photographing, the air guitaring, the Steve Plude (included so he can Google himself and find one more hit).
-Bat Boy the Musical wrapped up and I had a theraputic time with strike. I tore that set down like no other. I don't think I'll ever be in another musical ever again. I'm scarred.
-I finished up the rough draft of my first book. It's the first in a 9 book series called "Plum", in case I haven't mentioned it enough. Editing begins yesterday.
-I just got back from a conference in Orlando. What a blast! I even had time for a trip to Magic Kingdom. And because we were staying at a Disney Hotel we got to stay an extra 3 hours. That's right, the park was open til 2am! Unfortunately, I didn't make it that long. At half past midnight, I caught the bus back to Coronado Springs. The conference was enlightening too.
How's that for a straight to the point post? Oh, and I almost forgot my token subject: I'm still single.
I found a puppy without a collar on my way to work yesterday. It was a real nice looking something (I'm not good with identifying animals in their specifics). After trying to get a hold of some animal control folks I attempted to lure it back to my house. We got about halfway there before the morning rush of joggers and walkers kept distracting it. We ended up losing all the ground that we gained and we were back to square one. I biked back to my house, got my car, loaded up the bitch and then closed her up in my sunroom with some balls, Honey Bunches of Oats and water. Before I left for work I turned on "Bedknobs and Broomsticks" for the animals viewing (or hearing) pleasure. Over the lunch hour Kirby's mom, who was out and about, took the dog to the shelter. If she was a victim of abandonment (which is kind of my guess right now) she'll find a good home in no time. It looked like an expensive dog too. I had half a mind to keep it, but I'm just too busy right now to spend anytime with an animal or another person for that matter.
Yesterday was the 2nd NMTC race for me this season. I did ok, but I would have done a lot better had I been familiar with the course. It started at the top of Spirit Mountain, decended on this horrifyingly rocky trail, and ended with a 1.5 mile up hill. It was not a runner's race. Just aweful. I did have fun though and I finished 36/111. Last week I was 46/108 so I'm moving up. Last week's race was far more fun though. John P and I ran the first half real slow like and I pounded the competition in front of me on the last half through the high Indiana Jones woods of Fon Du Lac.
"Bat Boy" the musical is going just great. I actually feel like I can sing and I'm losing any inhibitions that were there on that first day.
Work is busy, busy, busy.
I'm not focusing on work at all when it's time to go home. In fact, it's been a super easy thing to forget about. When I get home I'm way to geared up for writing. The "Plum" - book 1- is coming along great. I'm about 7 chapters into a great first book and I'm only getting more and better ideas and I keep striding forward. The goals are to be down with the first draft by November, a second and third before Christmas (for my unofficial editor, Shannon Smith) and be talking to publishers (as well as waist deep in the rough cut of book 2) by March. It's a time table to which I'm sticking.
Rock!
- Mood:
busy
At work there is a new guy in ResLife. His name: Luke M. I don't like this too much, but in a kind of joking way. So, I decided to make him my enemy (again, jokingly). So I met the guy today and I try to play up the notorious villain. He was having none of it. I was clearly joking and he'd already been 'warned' by several mutual co-workers that I was going to be playing up a silly rivalry for my (and hopefully his) amusement. He seems laid back, so I don't think he'll mind the rediculousness that I have planned (such as the "evil" survey that I dropped off at his desk this morning), but I also don't think that he'll go out of his way to have fun. This is my problem with the grown-up world. No fun. People lose touch of the things that should be fun but they're too adult to give them half a thought. Adults core function is necessity. The second function is relaxation. Adults drive to work in a straight line, never excelerating unreasonably or burning a little rubber while pretending to be in the Batmobile. Adults arrive at home and crack open a Cherry Coke without shaking it up first and then putting a nail hole in it to consume the product as if it were coming from a Super Soaker. The problem isn't so much that people don't go out of there way to have child-like fun, it's that what passes for child-like fun is continually being refined and shaved down to nothing. Chiche as it might be, kids are growing up faster. Chliche as it may not be, adults suck and they get too caught up in a world that has told them too many times 'start acting your age' or 'grow up'.
I'd be ok with all of this if being alone was any part of being a kid.
I've never met another Luke M. that I liked.
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aggravated - Music:Metric~ "Live It Out"
Thing 1- I got together with that girl Jillian and had a really good time. To be honest, talking to her was a real breathe of fresh air, but I don't know if she's (to quote Pink Floyd) "the kind of girl who fits in with my world". After talking a walk on the boardwalk we hit up Sir Ben's for a brew and laughed about past Conan O'Brien antics. It was good, but I fear that I've fallen for another mistress going by the name of 'Bachelorhood'. We're going to get together again this week.
Thing 2- I went to Canada this past week with Rachel VH and her family. Also along for the trip were Christine R. and Emily H. (a new person to me). Pipestone Lake is a biggun. It's also far away from everything. It's a 4 hour ride by car from Duluth just to get to the launching site, an hour northwest of Fort Francis, Ontario. Then it's a half hour boat ride to this mechanical rail portage system (which is like a set of train tracks that moves the boat across a 200 foot stretch of land bringing you to the other lake), then it's another half hour boat ride through the birch and pine covered wilderness until you reach a tucked away cabin at Trout Bay. Honestly, the last half hour of boating (at about 40mph) yielded maybe 3 cabin sightings. I'd say that this cabin was in the middle of nowhere, but that's far too specific. We were nowhere all right, but exactly what part of nowhere- that was difficult to tell. All the same, swimming and boating was good. I got a lot of reading done expecially when the girls went off and did their exclusive girl stuff (which seemed more often then not). I left on Wednesday and gave the border crossing guards at I'falls a hard time with my trunk. Only I can open it. That caused suspicion and my car was searched.
Thing 3- I was at a wedding this weekend, which was kind of a wash. Nice to see some cousins and get a good meal, but it was a lot of passing the new baby around and watching the Olympics with Grandpa (which was a hoot as every other comment had something to do with "those china-men"). The next day I hit up a BBQ at my brother Joe's current residence. He and Danielle (his gal) had invited both their families to attend. At this point, I'm thinking engagement annoucement. My mom and my sister were both on board with this idea as well. The BBQ came and went, passing as a good time with some good people, but no announcement. They did just get a dog together and are moving into an apartment in a month, so it's gold- engaged or not. Rochelle and Jon are pretty set in their intentions as well- getting a place together (if they had the money they'd be married already). Wade's got Rita. That leaves little old me, all by my lonesome. Serves me quite right for the moment. I've got too many things on my plate right now, I just don't need a woman in that regard.
Thing 4- In 1998, I was reading "In the Lake of the Woods" for English class. I was enjoying the book imensely, but for some reason I did not finish the last chapter. I told myself that I would finish it sometime. I year later I chose it as the subject of a very open book report for Mr. Powers' class. I didn't read it then either, though I did have the best intentions. Ten years passed. I found myself at the library last week and picked up a copy. It seems that not finishing this book has been a stopper in my psyche. There are so many things that I've started and not finished over the years: game designs, stories, drawings, books, musical endevers, etc. These are all things that I was enjoying, but for one reason or another, I stopped. I went back to the source and last night I finished reading "In the Lake of the Woods". It's strange to say it, but for ten years that has bothered me in some small way. Now it's done and I can move on to recording songs that have been collecting dust, writing novels that have been mulling about in my head, riding bike trails that I always said I would, finishing everything that I have at one time or another started.
Last weekend was Grandma's marathon. No Number 1 bib this year as it was held to honor a two time Grandma's champ who was killed in the uprising in Kenya. Rough stuff.
To cheer on the runners, I went down to my friend John's house on the scenic drive and played guitar, harmonica and also danced and sang a lot. I think people got a kick out of it.
Went swimming at the Deeps yesteday with Rochelle and her beau, John. We broke out the traditional game where one person makes up a good name for a dive, then the other person has to do a dive that might best represent the name. John did a very good "Phantom Spasm". My best could have been "Butterfly Picnic" but I couldn't hold the pose, which was a grab-your-ankle sailor's dive.
Still working on the Dark Tower Series. Anyone who liked the Amber Chronicles (I'm looking at you, John) should check it out.
Wow! Three different "John's" mentioned in one short post! Good for me.
Found out that I've been playing pick-up hockey with a former NHLer. Yup, Butch Williams is his name. He played for the St. Louis Blues and the Edmonton Oilers back in the 70's. He hasn't had too much to say the few times that I've tried talking to him.
I was truly excited to see KG give respect to his time on the Timberwolves after his new team won the NBA championship. "This is for everyone is 'Sota!" He was pretty excited as he started with 'Sota' and continued down the list of all the places he had called home until he was reduced to an emotional mess, staring at the camera and yelling for his mom. One of the best post game interviews ever.
I needed to get out of town for a while, so Brian G and I begrudgingly filled up the tank and headed to Bond Lake (my folks garage on the lake). It was different than I remember it when I saw it last. Things were overgrown. Bugs were more prevolent. The lake was low and nature was everywhere. Very few people had their docks out. We stayed the night (which consisted of a bond fire, brats and a game of Fireball Island) and then headed home the next day with a stop over at Pattison state park. We hiked for a few hours checking out the tallest waterfall in Wisconsin and then watched the silly children on the beach and a few silly, big, young men trying out WWE moves in the shallows of the Black River.
I just started book 4 of Stephen King's Dark Tower Series ("Wizard and Glass"). Thus far, I recommend.
For those who haven't chimmed in on my last post (especially Dan), please see below.
For those who are all caught up and know anything about my musical pursuits, it's time for a vote:
The Loox
or
The Lukes
With a live show coming up in a matter of months, it's time to solidify a name. I've been going with "The Loox" for a while now, but is it the right choice. So, your two options are above. I'd love to hear everyone sound off on this one- an with reason. I'm not tallying up a score here. I want convincing evidence. Why should it stay "The Loox"? Why should it change to "The Lukes"? The world must know, and so must I.
Life is good again.
This past fortnight has been memorable. Stockfest 4 was a sold-out success with Motion City Soundtrack delivering the good. Despite not being a huge fan at first, seeing them live has made me an appreciater.
I finished up with my first grad school class. For the final assignment I decided to do a group assessment on the Scooby-Doo gang. It turned out much better than any of my previous papers and I was (unlike the previous papers) proud when I handed it in.
This last weekend was great too. On Friday I took in a play about gay people. A big gay friend of mine was my "date" for the evening. It wasn't wierd like it probably sounds. After that I went over to Zach Bennett's for some pumpkin carving and roust-abouting with Ben Hadrich, Brian Gehling, Annette Merritt and husband (long time, no see) and others. I made a spectacle of myself most of the night, but that was ok because it was fun the whole time. Saturday I cheered my brains out at the cross country conference meet. CSS hoisted the individual champs as Julia Curry and Chris Rubesch both took first place. The women's team won there 7th title in a row while the men failed to repeat, finishing 2nd to Northwestern. Later in the afternoon I got to hang out with Kara Zachman and Tricia for a while. We went to Enger and then looked at some Africa pictures. It was great to see Kara again. That night I had my last go of spooky story telling on the Vista Cruise for the dinning patrons- it went well and I had fun. After the dinner cruise it was the party boat. They got a DJ and some booze on board and it was a party route about the bay with Shannon, Amber, Ben and I doing the Monster Mash all night. Ben's costume should have one scariest costume (he was a perv, and a convincing one at that), but it went to a electrical plug-in instead.... I don't get it either. Some "Futurama" brought the night home. Sunday was mass, some actual hanging out with Bridget while loitering about the Mount Royal grocery store, and then an afternoon around the house. I mowed the lawn, cleaned, carved a pumpkin while listening to Ween, live in Chicago. After that I made an apple pie. I have never done so before, but it turned out well enough. A theatre party at Amber's brought the evening into full swing and "Transformers" with Chad Schrandt and Amber brought it to a close. It was a great weekend.
It's my last day of work until the 7th as I am leaving for Denver tomorrow. It'll be nice to see the folks and Troy and Jenean.
One final thought: in working on the Vista Star over the last couple of weeks I've come to realize and understand through the experiences of others that Lake Superior has become an entity with a personality all it's own. It has done so in such a way that I realize I talk about it, not only with knowledge, but with a sense of comeradery. Much in the same way as I used to say about Steve Plude "You should have seen Plude last night, he was drunk and running around hugging people", I would say about the Lake "You should have been at the lake yesterday, it was so wavy I wish I would have had a boogie board with me". The point is, the Lake has become another part of my circle of friends here in Duluth. It's always an option to go hang out with/at the Lake. Heck, I've even started to capitolize it without including the word "Superior". Just a thought.
Well, it's been a busy week what with (1) getting back from Africa, (2) closing on a house in Duluth just 10 hours after touching down in Minneapolis, (3) getting ready for a half Ironman near Vancouver and (4) many people to talke to. Sorry if you've called and I haven't gotten back to you..
So, I'll spare everyone the details of Africa and tell you in person upon request, otherwise I'm not going to bother trying to express all the thoughts that I have about the last month. Instead, here's a few quick tales about my life.
-A House that 'Madness' Would Approve-
We're almost all settled into The Belmont and I love it. As much as I liked seeing it the day I bought it, filled with kids toys and not my stuff, I love it even more filled with musical instruments and my stuff. There's room to spare and it already feels like home. I've got a great view of the lake from my bed. That's right, not just my bedroom, but my bed. The dinning room is going to be 'the galley' and will be pirate themed. Another added bonus: there is a black bear that likes to make use of my sidewalk. I saw him moseying about yesterday. Cool house, free bear: rock.
-The Host with the Most-
A red lump started to form on my arm the day before we left Africa. It got worse on the plain ride and by Tuesday night it was hospital time. They numbed me, lobbed the top off the swell and tried to figure our what was going on with my mysterious "bug bite". Well, a follow up visit revealed very little, but I did get hooked up with some antibiotics. Long story short- I think a botfly laid an egg in me. Have I been raped?
-My First Try-athlon-
So I'm getting geared up for this half ironman in BC. Yeah right, I'm just joking. I'm not at all 'geared up' as I've been spending way too much time not training. Today I decided to bike, run and swim for the first time in over a month. I ended up swimming about 1/6 of a mile, running 9 or so and biking 15. Time wasn't allowing for too much more, nor was my energy considering I was running on a salad and a green apple. I'm encouraged though, as the swim was in a rough, cold Lake Superior, the run was through sand and the ride was on a new bike that I'm still adjusting to (not too mention taking it up some of the 500 ft ascents that Duluth has too offer. This quick crash course has me somewhat pumped for the race next Saturday.
I'm off tomorrow, so I'll try to get in touch with a lot of you while I'm on the road. That's my life.
I got a call from Rachel VH the other night. She and Christine were up to hijinx. They told me to be in the cities, dressed "nice", on April 15th in the early afternoon. The rest is apparantly a surprise. I have no clue as to what it might be, but I'm sure excited.
Last night, on a whim, a gave a call to a girl that I had met once about two years ago. Strangly, her brother left her number at my place some days previous and I figured I might as well make some sort of proactive march toward not being alone forever and ever. It was a good conversation (about 30 minutes in length) and we had some laughs. I think she thought I was a little wierd when posed her with a cereal box character bout senario. Her fault really. She was talking about work and she herself said that it was a boring topic. That seemed to be a good a prompt as any.
Earlier today I jumped into Lake Superior for the 24th month in a row. For you bozos out there, that's 2 years. After getting out of the water I shouted to my comrades "On this, the two year anniversary of me jumping in the lake every month, once isn't going to cut it". So, I jumped in again to appropriately celebrate the end of the 2nd year.
This evening I got some help from Jim Skoog in purchasing a laptop. Nothing fancy at all. I'm just going to be using it for the Word documents and some photos. It's real nice for the $500 I paid for it though. My one wavering thought about it is that it's an Acer which isn't your mainstreem brand, but all of the stats were comparable (and in some cases better) and the price was right.
This weekend I need to ward a sex offender away from the Spanish Club dance..... long story
- Mood:
amused - Music:EELS- "Blinking Lights"
Alright that being said, it was getting late in the month and I hadn't jumped in the lake yet. I'd been jumping into Lake Superior every month for 22 months in a row. It being February 28th, I was down to my last day. February came in harsh, so I kept putting off my monthly plunge. Between work and other situations, I lost focus for awhile. Before I knew it, February was dwindling away. The streak needed to keep going, but I didn't know how. The lake was frozen over and there was no open water in sight. This afternoon, with 99% of the month behind me, Jeremy Vidmar and I ditched work and ventured forth to keep the dream alive.....it was 'operation open water'. The tale is perhaps less epic than the title. After getting the birds eye view from the cathedral we went to the mouth of the Lester River to find mountain-like crags of ice that had shifted in the night, thus leaving thinner areas of ice and slush. After some searching, Jeremy churned up a small area amidst the ice shelves, just big enough for me to step into. I did so, found some footing on a rock below, curled up into a ball and got under. My back was still showing a bit, but I gave it a good splash and checked off February as best I could. I'll sleep a lot better tonight knowing that streak continues: 23 and counting.
- Music:Metric and Eisley
My premonition came true. I did not get the Alumni Relations job. That's alright by me too, because they had some nice things to say to me in a ceremonial-telephone-consolation talk. Plus I might be creating a new job in my department and thereby (in a sense) promoting myself. Long story. All is well.
CSS hockey won a huge series this weekend against UWS- a team they hadn't beaten at all since 1991. Opening weekend for the play was a hoot too. The review was very positive. People laughed a lot and that always seems to make acting in a comedy a whole lot easier, don't ya think? Antics with cast parties at Tammy and Tony's, a Hike in Hartley, and a girl singing a song about a spider to me pretty much capstoned a memorable, but not at all restful weekend.
This evening I had some venison brats with Jeremy, hit up the Mayfest meeting (I think we're going with a villain theme- rock!), ran to Electric Fetus for a disc and then to Barnes and Noble for a dream interpretation book. I've been having some screwy- yet prophetic- dreams as of late. Honestly speaking, they're changing my life.
Tomorrow I am ditching work and heading for the Apostle Islands to explore some ice caves with Jim Skoog and Dave Seglum. Should be another Hardy Boys adventure if all goes according to plan......though it'd probably be a better adventure if it didn't.
On another note, I haven't heard back about the Alumni job yet. I was supposed to hear back late last week. I don't know that that's necessarily a bad thing, but it's certainly not flat-out good. We'll see. Even if that doesn't pan out this job that I'm in right now might be developing pretty quickly here. More news on that as it happens.
This weekend was a hoot up in International Falls. The most memorable highlight was heading out on the fabled "Ice Road" of Rainy Lake and visiting a mysterious island with an abandoned gold mine. It was like something out of the Hardy Boys (I bet you thought I was going to say Scooby-Doo, didn't you?). Talks of going on a Summer excursion are currently in the works.
After a hard fought loss for the Staff Infection basketball team, I'm heading for the shower, then to slay one more Colussus, then read, then bed.
- Mood:
loved
