Tonight, I dine on turtle soup!

Or something like that. Actually, as I'm putting this in, I'm probably going out the door for a late-late night drive. I'll be back tomorrow, after having done a couple things up in the relatives' area, in time to do the umpiring shift I have tomorrow. Couldn't find a sub, so I can't go to Twelfth Night in Jackson tomorrow (Woe.) Although, I've already spent a considerable amount in the last two days. So. (neoboy3000, the Genshiken dub/sub had better be really good. The manga is excellent and enjoyable... and very familiar. But nevermind that.)

Other things from today - the snowball I started rolling down the hill has picked up enough stuff to reach critical mass. Terminal velocity will arrive soon afterward. This will be a very interesting development for the Board. And thus, I will either receive accolades or angry mobs because of it. (Because they can finally point at someone outside the organization and say "It's his fault.") Given the way Some People react, angry mobs could very well be the first response. Then again, a standard pitchfork and torch mob probably shouldn't confront someone who works with fire as his primary element. Might get burned.

But I expect all things to go well. After all, if they don't, we can always call down orbital fire again. (I have a poster idea for the fiction, but I'll need an artist to do it or to improve my own art skills considerably. Heh, heh, heh...) Maybe I'll spend some part of tomorrow composing one of my own "Tales from Mohaborad" to be posted and shredded... err, reviewed. Ah, well. So much to do and so little time, really.

Eh-hem. Situation for you: Eleven year old girl is getting water balloons tossed at her. She pulls a Susie Derkins and zips a rock back at one of the boys, catching him in the head and causing him to bleed enough that he requires stitches. Question: What do you do if you're a parent of either of these girls. Got an answer? Good. See how it compares to what actually happened.

*sigh*.

Don't get me started. Because then I might rage that with the lack of intellect being shown, that it's just proving more and more that I'll never get a girlfriend. And then I might despair, and start believing that unciorns are evil, which would not sit well at all. Luckily, I don't think I'll get wound up. Instead, I think I'll go elsewhere.

Idly, I also seem to be garnering a reputation amongst the softball teams. I'm not sure for what, perhaps for being a hard-ass, but I suspect people start looking at me funny when they find out I'm umpiring their games. Almost like they think I'm out to get them or something... then again, I've probably issued more sportsmanship violations than most other people, so perhaps I am a bit of a hard-ass.

*sigh*, sort of.

Today was a good day, on balance. I did take a day off of work, but I helped Grandfather on Da's side celebrate fifty years of showing cattle at the local county fair. So that was reasonably fun, and in the while, I read through the .hack//A.I. Buster novel - very interesting, and worth reading only if you've got the rest of the story behind you. Also have read Genshiken v.2, and still very much like it - perhaps due to it's very nature. Enough of the humor in it is accessible to me... and besides, you can watch the personalities bounce off each other. It's good writing.

On balance, I had a "D'oh" moment, thinking that my umpiring shift started at 9:15... when it started at 8:15. Since it had started at 9:15 the previous night, I thought the timing was similar. When I got there, and then thought about it for a bit, I realized I was in the wrong. D'oh! Oh, well, still got one game in, so it wasn't a total loss, and they were prepared for me anyway, as I had said that I wasn't supposed to be in town anyway. But I missed out on Twelfth Night because I couldn't find a sub. Sometimes a commitment to duty gets to you.

I'm also juggling the matters of tuition - the loans are nice, but I suspect they'll eat me alive if I let them continue like this... for four years of undergraduate pricing, I'll get about two years of graduate pricing. So I might get out with my goal of one to 1.5 x median salary, all told, if I'm lucky. That's what I consider "acceptable", meaning "I'll live like a college student for the time I pay off my loans with" and I'll be done with it. Of course, there's the chance that I might incur other expenses, like significant others and children, in that ten-year window. One can only guess at the future. Although I've been told that I'm cute and worth talking to by a lot of people, so perhaps there is reason for hope and confidence after all. (Put the frying pan down, Weirdo.)

Plus, Space-ship meme. ( Right here, people! )

Gotta admit, it's lethally accurate. I think. The next one's a bit of a surprise, though. ( Looney Toon? Of course I am! )

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And now, bed! For those who stay up late have trouble driving and cycle between being alert and drowsy (which happened to me. Damndest thing - maybe an allergy thing?)