Things I'm not Doing

*sigh* I keep looking at money and time and... I think it's time to accept that I won't be doing some things this year.

I'm not going to go to Gemini Festival. There's too much work that needs to be done at our house plus the car needs an oil change and we can't really afford to drive several hours just to dance in the woods for a day or two. We have woods here. We can dance at home.

Burning Man too. I hate to admit this one but, we just can't afford it. If I'm going to take a week off work, I should spend it re-roofing the house. I'd really like to go but... For the two of us, just the tickets are like $500 and then there's another hundred or so in getting there and back. I need to accept that it's not going to happen and move on.

And my 20yr highschool reunion. This is no biggie really. It's been in the back of my head as a "Should I/Shouldn't I?" I feel very neutral about it. Mild curiosity about what happened to everyone but no real desire to go and face a bunch of noise about who I am. So, not being able to afford it takes away the hassle of having to choose.

Ohwell. Life goes on.

Life is but a dream

I spent a lot of my weekend working on animation and artwork instead of working on the house. I think I sort of needed that break.

While working, I decided to comb through some of my old audio files in search of notes I made for a story that I was considering working on now. (Backing up a moment, let me explain. Many years ago, when I was driving to work, I would take a voice recorder with me and rant and rave and talk out loud, using the car as a brainstorming time. Later I'd extract the audio and store it on my computer. Lots of fragments of stories, songs, ideas, etc.)

Anyhow. ... Looking through some of this stuff now is kind of creepy. I'm inclined to think that if I am not the voice that creates the world, then I am at least fairly good at predicting it... I hope it's the later because otherwise, I'm left with the possibility that I am responsible for the existence of Glenn Beck.

I found this folder of files titled, "The Crying Conservative" which is a kind of hateful caricature of the far right. The character is an obnoxious fat bastard who gets introduced by a news program and then sobs and whines about how oppressed he is by liberals because they curtail his 'right' to oppress people. His schtick is that he takes stuff in the news, badly misrepresents what is presented and then cries like a baby in made-up fury.

... I made these recordings in 1999...

So... I think I need to start predicting a sparkly beautiful world where it rains ponies all day long or something...