on catharsis…

there's a reason the bastard doesn't discuss work on the blog.

well, there are several reasons the bastard doesn't discuss work on the blog.

one of them is, too many details… the closer you are to trouble for yourself.

another one is, that because of this I could never share some of the conversations I have for fear of frying my ass.

I had one such conversation today and I felt vindicated for what I felt about my last year.

I would rather not say more. I'd rather just be grateful about it.

—the bastard

soon

sitting in the chaos of boxes and crap

the bastard thinks that a life of tumult is the life for he.

we had a massive upheaval last week in the office that I can't talk about right now.

but, it made me very aware of my place in this world.

it also made me grateful for my place in the world.

my place of tumult

in a sea of boxes

in the dark

waiting for to go.

to go across the river towards home.

my new home

my old home.

across the river.

getting close.

the bastard has never been all that grateful. but it's time for a change.

thank you.

you know who you are.

—the bastard

just in case you were wondering…

…free whiskey is the best whiskey.

the bastard has to give big ups to the flying bar.

due to our daughter's stomach bidness, we had to change our flight plans to later in the day.

which led to a great deal of uncertainty.

as to where we were seated.

how much grief we'd have with the babby.

that kind of crap.

but we lucked out.

front row.

and flight delays.

flight delays? lucking out?

yep. lucking out shiteyes.

inconvenience for the masses led to free whiskey for the bastard.

and free whiskey is a vacation win in my book.

cheers, jerk

—the bastard

the more I change…

…the more you stay the same.



"I'm gonna excuse myself for a sec", and my wife heads for the powder room.

and for a few minutes, it's the little lady and I.

I rock the stroller back and forth and tell her that her feet stink.

and who should walk by but, thing1.



SIDEBAR: thing1 and thing2 were my old neighbors from the fhills.


and since the bastard was in the fhills this made sense.


you see, we had to get out early and go to sing song singing and stay out of doors for a while due to the perils of open houses.


you see buyers and sellers can't meet up as some manner of matter/antimatter shit might occur.


so we went to some open houses of our own across the river in what we expect to be our new land.


this is most efficiently completed by getting groceries at trader joes. which puts us in the fhills.

AND WE'RE BACK: so there's thing1 walking away and my ladyfriend returns from the powder room and i tell her who I saw.

"did you say hi?"

"she was walking away and n0t wearing her glasses and knowing what I know about people with glasses and their lack of periphery, i assume that she didn't see me"

and no sooner did these words leave my mouth, did I see thing2.

and she saw me.

and the look was the look as if she had just stepped in dogshit.

you see we haven't really been friendly since the whole "doorgate". besides,  the lowe laid the groundwork for bad relations with her anyway.

and there she was, picking up her lunch at the panera bread, scowling at me.

which is how I will always remember her.

—the bastard

...on papers

the bastard enters award competitions from time to time.

more often than not.

this isn't because i have some great desire to feel rejection from my peers in this business.

it's because the powers that be want us to win awards.

so we won a couple of honorable mentions this year.

from a couple of esteemed organizations.

I mean, their merit awards. a nod but not the big deal.

which is why when this came in the mail.

it gelt like we all got a perfect attendance award.

I guess you gotta start somewhere.

—the bastard