Four More Years!
3.26.2008
Yes, Gentle Reader, it's hard to believe, but you and I have been walking down this lonesome blogging road for four years now. Can you believe it? We started this whole dealio back in March of 2004. Boy, that seems like an eternity, but it's clear that some things are as true now as they were then: the ineluctable, inexorable attraction of the immediate distraction.
Yeah, that's right. What I just said.
Also, LWB: videogames. Booya!
Yeah, that's right. What I just said.
Also, LWB: videogames. Booya!
Yes, I am a twit
...terer. Check it out on the sidebar now.
Also figured out how to post from my Blackberry without the standard hoop-jumping. Anytime you see a post with the sig line "What Oft Was Squawked but Ne'er So Well Expressed" you know that it's from my handheld.
Now you can look forward to non-updates more frequently!
Also figured out how to post from my Blackberry without the standard hoop-jumping. Anytime you see a post with the sig line "What Oft Was Squawked but Ne'er So Well Expressed" you know that it's from my handheld.
Now you can look forward to non-updates more frequently!
Homeward?
3.24.2008
TJS is getting married this weekend. Hayumbone and I are driving down to Birmingham on Thursday morning. That's going to feel really weird. I can't remember when last I was there. It must have been to visit TJS after his wreck. Not sure whether I will go see any old haunts (ISS, the Cusicks, the house on Crossvine). I think the being away so long makes it weirder.
I've often imagined what it would be like to roll up to the Cusicks' house, after so long, and walk in the kitchen door like I used to do 3 times a week, and find Pia chopping eggplant, or something more Finnish and unsettling, and sit at the table and drink beer with Richard.
I wonder if everything's okay with them. I feel guilty about my relationship with that family: guilty for disappearing, guilty for becoming a fundy all those years, guilty that Richard wasn't a groomsman in my wedding, and for losing out on the joy that family gave me.
Last I knew, Richard was recovering from a brutal divorce, and studying law again, somewhere in Louisiana -- Shreveport, IIRC. That was probably seven or eight years ago.
Every now and then I remember that I've been out of high school for nearly two decades now. The prospect of attending a 20th-year high school reunion looms.
Anyway, the happy day is for TJS, and I get to play Best Man. I'm brushing up on the duties!
I've often imagined what it would be like to roll up to the Cusicks' house, after so long, and walk in the kitchen door like I used to do 3 times a week, and find Pia chopping eggplant, or something more Finnish and unsettling, and sit at the table and drink beer with Richard.
I wonder if everything's okay with them. I feel guilty about my relationship with that family: guilty for disappearing, guilty for becoming a fundy all those years, guilty that Richard wasn't a groomsman in my wedding, and for losing out on the joy that family gave me.
Last I knew, Richard was recovering from a brutal divorce, and studying law again, somewhere in Louisiana -- Shreveport, IIRC. That was probably seven or eight years ago.
Every now and then I remember that I've been out of high school for nearly two decades now. The prospect of attending a 20th-year high school reunion looms.
Anyway, the happy day is for TJS, and I get to play Best Man. I'm brushing up on the duties!
