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| So, after figuring some stuff out, the personal blog at Blogspot is now at:
shaneetheredge.blogspot.com
So, no "X".
The Machine Gun Designs blog is still at xmachinegunx.blogspot.com. No change there.
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| Okay, I think this is about it for me on Xanga. You can chalk this up to little more than pier pressure with, maybe a dash of wanting to help myself professionally.
Mostly pier pressure though.
I'm going to keep the page and check it occasionally because there's still some interesting stuff at Xanga; and there are still some interesting people I, very much, want to keep up with.
But for me, I'm going to go Blogspot. It comes pretty highly recommended and what I've seen of it, I like.
I'm going to put a personal blarg at:
http://shanexetheredge.blogspot.com/
And a professional one at:
http://xmachinegunx.blogspot.com/
I'm going to post my last post here as my first post over there because I like it and I don't have a whole lot new to say. It's a decent, little intro.
Take her easy, dude.
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| 1. Work has been super busy but I feel like I've put together a really successful campaign for our next rewards trip. It's always hard to pick up on what somebody else started (especially if it's not very good) and finish it out but I'm proud of what I was able to turn out. The trip is to Jackson Hole, Wyoming and it's in early June so all this stuff needed to be knocked out quickly and I did it, and it's successful. So I feel good about that. I was hoping things would slack off a bit now so I could get some freelance stuff out of the way but it looks like that isn't going to happen - in fact it seems that I have a massive backlog of really boring, nitpicky crap to do and really boring, partially stupid people to deal with for the next week or so. Hopefully I won't try to kill myself. You have to take the good with the bad though, I guess.
2. Mothers' Day was a few days ago. I talked to my mom for about 10 minutes, which is plenty. I hadn't talked to her in about 2 or 3 weeks before that, which is about par for the course. I have to see her for a few days next weekend and I am not looking forward to it at all. Dreading it actually. Dreading it to the point of almost not going; but my brother and sister in law are counting on us being there and I'm my sister's ride down there, so I'm kind of stuck. Whatever... good with the bad again, I suppose.
3. I'm worried about the election coming up in November. I'm worried about what freedoms and rights will be stepped on and taken away from me. I'm worried that people are so stupid as to believe anything they're told without educating themselves.
4. I'm on a softball team, all of a sudden. Brandi was playing on a local church's team because they needed girls and she's a pretty good softball player. I got roped into this because I was being nice (something I'll never do again) and offered to field while the 3 people who showed up to practice took some batting practice. I think the guy running practice asked me to play because I was the only guy there who wasn't afraid of the ball. So, the trick, now, is to turn off my competitiveness, because we are just not going to win many games, and just have fun. I don't like losing though, so I may not make a lot of friends at this. I'm going to try though; I'm sure I can figure out how to just have fun and not care that we're getting stomped. That all sounded negative, but I really am excited about playing. It really is going to be fun.
5. My brother is moving back to the area. He, two days ago, was offered a job at Hoover High School (my brother is a History teacher). It was for a job that he was, essentially, told he would not be offered but he must have knocked his interview out of the park. It's a part of one of Hoover's "Academy" programs and is basically a History elective, one of several aimed directly at students who intend on going to law school. I'm pretty proud of him, it's a pretty big deal.
6. The Office season finale is tonight. That's the bad news; the good news is it's an hour long. Also, NBC has ordered a 5th season of 24 1/2 hour segments, so that'll be good. It's a little irritating that this season was so severely truncated by the writers' strike. I feel like they should push on into the Summer and do some more episodes. That's just me though, and I doubt my opinion on the matter will be too highly sought after. I know those Season 4 DVDs better be CHEAP though.
7. My stomach feels a little upset.
8. Brandi and I have got to decide on a name for our freelance company. I don't know why it's so hard to do, but we just can not land on anything that we agree on, or that isn't already taken by 16 different companies. It's going to be tough to move ahead with this if we don't have a brand.
9. I've seen, recently, examples of the kind of parent I do not want to be. I have also seen some examples of things that I desperately want to hold onto and try to embody and impart; things that I was raised with and thing my wife was raised with. Whether adopted, or biological, I doubt if I'll have a kid any time soon, but whenever that should happen I think I'm starting to get an idea of the kind of kid I want to raise and the kind of father I want to be (and the kind of father I don't). I do not want to be a "helicopter parent". I do not want to be the kind of parent that refuses to accept that their child could possibly do something wrong. If a teacher disciplines my child, I will thank them, apologize for my child's shortcoming and resolve to fix the problem. That being said, I will destroy the life of anyone I feel is treating my child unfairly. I want my kid to love what he does. I want him to experience things and I won't hold him back from that. My kid will be driven. He will want to succeed, he will want to contribute, he will want to pull his own weight and stand on his own. I was cutting wood with Earl Roberson a couple of weeks back and we were talking about our upbringings and the work we'd done in the past and how that sort of labor is a kind of a dying art; and that those willing to do it are kind of a dying breed and he said something that I really liked and I plan to hold onto. He said "we're a link to people's pasts". I want my kid to be a link to my past, to my father's past and to his father's past the way I feel that I am. My dad and I seldom work together that we don't mention my grandfather. I like that. We'll hit a snag and one of us will ask the other "what would Bruce do with this here?"; or we'll figure out a better way to do something and later call that an "old Indian trick" (which is something his dad used to say about stuff like blunting the tips of nails, or using red lights in the houses on the nights you catch and crate the chickens for shipping). Or my dad will say "Bruce's 2nd Rule" and I'll know I'm using the wrong tool for my particular task.
9 1/2. I'm moving on before I get too sad or any farther down some road on a tangent I never intended to explore.
10. I realize that, in number 9, I said "he" and "his" and "him". This is because I refuse to entertain the possibility that I might have a girl at any point. I refuse. I also know that my say in the matter is limited, at best, but if God loves me, he won't make me raise a daughter. Nobody wants that.
11. I want to go somewhere. Somewhere out of the ordinary, maybe to Africa or someplace. I want to see things that people seem to love to talk about without any knowledge of them. I've decided that I'm going to disregard the opinions on the "crisis in Africa" or the "human rights violations in China" espoused by anyone who hasn't been there and seen it for themselves. We probably both know what we've seen on the news, which is not what I'd call a terribly reliable source these days. I haven't been there and seen it, so I don't have a lot of opinions on it. I don't feel like they'd be valid. So I don't find much validity in the opinions of others who also haven't seen it. I could easily give you my views on the gravitational conditions on the Moon, but we'd be better served talking about baseball because what the hell do I know about the freaking Moon? If you've been to wherever it is you're talking about, I'll care what you think and listen, intently, to what you have to say - if not, save it.
12. Baseball season is moving along. Boston's coming soon. The Braves are struggling a little but it's still early and I have faith. They won a big one last night, on the road so we'll see. The Barons are doing well though. They're leading the Southern Division of their league by 3 games. I need to go to some more Barons games.
13. Nah, no 13. I've been at this for long enough. Everybody have fun. Call me if you need me.
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| I'm thinking about moving this catalog of random rants and musings/collection of retold events over to Blogger or to Wordpress. I can't decide to which, or if to move it at all. I almost feel like there would be little, if any, point because no one really knows I'm here. But I read more blogs that are on one of those two sites so it may make it easier on me to keep up with those people, and make it easier, for them, to remember me.
Whatever. Laziness may well prevail and keep me from doing anything at all.
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| 1. First and foremost, I am sick. My sinuses are trying to kill me. I think. I'm not sure and I don't want to go to the doctor, but the left side of my face feels like it's ready to explode. I think I'll leave early today.
2. I am also hungry. This is of no interest to anyone but me, but it's my blarg so piss off.
3. I apologize for being rude. I'm sick and hungry and cranky.
4. I just had a conversation with Erin Moon (who I miss terribly) about my hatred of pigs. I hate pigs. I don't quite know why, but I do - they infuriate me. Let me clarify: I do not hate Piglet, the bashful, self-doubting Winnie the Pooh character, I do not hate Wilbur (the cartoon version). Any and all, actual pigs, I loathe with a white hot hatred and I want to kill any and every one I see. Let me further clarify... I'm not afraid of pigs. Brandi has a bad habit of telling people "Shane's scared of pigs" - this is not accurate. I'm afraid of sharks, I hate pigs. I don't know where it came from, I think something must have happened to me when I was a kid. My grandparents used to raise pigs and I think maybe I got knocked over or bitten or penned between some pigs and the fence, I don't know. Maybe I was around for them loading one up to go be butchered and it freaked me out. No idea, but I hate 'em.
5. Taylor's probably going to get a puppy. I'm excited about that
6. One of my dogs got sick (diarrhea) in the hall last night. My carpet may be ruined.
7. I do not like gimmicky fonts or drop shadows. I used both on a CD cover I just finished. Can't win 'em all, I reckon.
8. Also, on the freelance front, I'm working on some shirt designs for a hip-hop act out of Seattle called Common Market. They're really good (the band, not the shirts). Though the shirts are cool. They follow the new album's art.
9. We're really pounding the pavement trying to drum up regular freelance work for Brandi to do. Hopefully she'll be able to just handle that stuff and won't need to get a full-time gig. This is my dream, anyway.
10. The Office and 30 Rock come back into our lives tonight. It's like Christmas morning. I hope they're extra long.
11. That's what she said.
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