In any case, it’s always sad when the head of a major corporation leaves us, and it hit me fairly hard. I know I’m not alone in feeling just a tiny bit more thankful that we still have the CEOs of Kraft Foods, ConocoPhillips, Honeywell International, and hundreds of other enormous business enterprises. We must cherish the survivors, and count our blessings. And may God continue to smile upon the United States of America.
Ahem. It’s good to be back. I had a wonderful vacation, and feel roughly a million times better than before it started. Occasionally I become so overwhelmed by self-created chaos, I’m practically paralyzed. It seems ridiculous from the outside looking in, but when you’re in the middle of it… it’s a different story.
But I got everything caught-up, completed some long-overdue projects around the house, and even cranked out a few chapters of the next book. It was fantastic. Now if I can just figure out a way to live that way full-time… You know, working my ass off, but actually doing stuff I like? Wow, my sphincter just winked!
I want to thank all the guest writers who took up my slack last week. All did a great job, and it’s much appreciated. Here are the links to each:
Thanks, folks! You’re awesome, and helped to make it a very interesting week, indeed. One of the updates – Jason Headley’s – went full-blown viral, and is still attracting traffic. We’re getting comments from all over (as one of my aunts would put it) carnation.
It was a lot of fun, and I sincerely appreciate everyone who contributed. Good stuff. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to properly motivate Buck. He called me a pussy, forwarded a photograph of a steak that looked like a vagina, sent a cryptic note about someone in Dunbar arrested for “pleasuring” himself, and then nothing. Hey, now that I think about… maybe all that WAS the update? Dammit!
While I was away, I also posted this really cool interview with Shary Flenniken. She created the Trots and Bonnie comic strip which ran in National Lampoon magazine for nearly twenty years. At the CrossroadsRoad site you can read the story about how it all happened, and why it turned out to be even more awesome than I’d planned. Check it out. And read the comments about the interview at Metafilter as well, after CitizenX mentioned it there.
Also, while I was away… Clive Bull started a blog. A few months ago he walked away from his late night radio show in London, after thirty years or thereabouts, and I’m still going through withdrawals. I happened upon his program one day in 2001 (I’m pretty sure), and got hooked. Eventually I started paying a monthly fee, so I never missed a minute of it. For about ten years I listened religiously, and then he was gone. His blog is in the early stages, but I’m gonna keep an eye on it. It’s good to be hearing from him again.
Oh yeah, and remember that so-called “texture booth” at my job, which I told you about before I left? It was some sort of ridiculous contraption where you put your hands through a curtain and felt stuff on the other side, without seeing it. There were five items, and you had to write down your guesses for each. Well, you want to know who identified all five correctly? Yep, I am the texture booth master!
Out of the hundreds of people who work there, only four or five of us were victorious. Chick peas in water! That was the one that separated the men from the boys. I sure as hell hope they erect a permanent plaque in our honor. I mean, chick peas in water! That shit deserves a plaque.
I’m reading a good book on my Kindle, about an American husband and wife who hate their jobs, and one day just pack it all in and move to Costa Rica. It’s non-fiction, and is written for laughs. It’s also self-published, like mine, so if it sounds interesting to you… please check it out. It’s funny, and I like to support indie authors. Especially the good ones.
And it also got me to thinking… If you were somehow able to quit your job and go into early retirement, where would you like to live? I’m not talking about hitting a lottery, or having tons of money. I mean, maybe (for fantasy purposes) half a million dollars for housing, and some kind of monthly income, like a pension or somesuch. Where would you go? What would you do?
I have two scenarios: a house on the beach in South Carolina, and a condo in a high rise in the Buckhead section of Atlanta. Either would be fine with me, and Toney as well. We daydream about this kind of stuff, and will hopefully be able to pull it off someday. Costa Rica? No. Atlanta is as far south as I’d want to venture.
What about you? What would you do, if you were able to pack it all in and go into a semi-comfortable retirement? Tell us about it in the comments, won’t you?
And I’ll be back tomorrow.
Have a great day, boys and girls.