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Updates from the Other Side
Aug. 30th, 2010 09:58 amCheers all.
Yes, I'm finally back from my vacation and self-imposed digital exile. While I didn't exactly intend to hit the internet with a giant off switch this week, it turns out that when my life is not limited to proposal responses and borderline alcoholism, my e-mail dedication goes right out the window. Who knew?
First off, thank you all for the birthday wishes, both email and on Facebook (which I got yesterday thanks to my policy of checking the vampiric flashgame spygame aggregate once a month). Thank you to Mon and Avital for the lovely cards, and to Seraph for the thoughtful gift. My birthday was a very nice event, actually, involving a fun party where I got to show off my new suit, thanks to my lovely lady, inflict slightly racist and thoroughly sexist hits of the 60s lounge genre on friends, and indulge my weird obsession with plating for a tuna tartare.
Also, you know the best thing about party mix recipes from the late fifties? A pound of butter is involved in the process. That's right, a pound.
Anyhow, it was a nice party with good company and thoughtful gifts. That eased into my week off. For those unaware, I took last week off as I was on my last legs in terms of coping with work. After getting buried for the seventh month in a row and having to cancel vacation days to handle the load, I finally kiboshed any further delays and took a week to collect my shattered nerves back together. I'm told by friends and my girlfriend that seeing me do something other than eat without being attached to a laptop and a deadline is a positive and even necessary part of life.
Being the party animal that I am, my week was dominated with sleeping late, video games, and organizing my apartment. Still, I did manage a fantastic dinner with both sets of parents at different points, a quick jaunt into London to avoid being cast off like that scene in 'The Jazz Singer', a great ballgame to watch the Yankees get snuffed by the Toronto Blue Jays, and just some peace and quiet. I've also had a couple of guests; Chandri in over the weekend and replaced by Sascha, as part of her extended world tour.
In short, I'm back, catching up, in your intertubes and watching you masturbate. Avant!
Yes, I'm finally back from my vacation and self-imposed digital exile. While I didn't exactly intend to hit the internet with a giant off switch this week, it turns out that when my life is not limited to proposal responses and borderline alcoholism, my e-mail dedication goes right out the window. Who knew?
First off, thank you all for the birthday wishes, both email and on Facebook (which I got yesterday thanks to my policy of checking the vampiric flashgame spygame aggregate once a month). Thank you to Mon and Avital for the lovely cards, and to Seraph for the thoughtful gift. My birthday was a very nice event, actually, involving a fun party where I got to show off my new suit, thanks to my lovely lady, inflict slightly racist and thoroughly sexist hits of the 60s lounge genre on friends, and indulge my weird obsession with plating for a tuna tartare.
Also, you know the best thing about party mix recipes from the late fifties? A pound of butter is involved in the process. That's right, a pound.
Anyhow, it was a nice party with good company and thoughtful gifts. That eased into my week off. For those unaware, I took last week off as I was on my last legs in terms of coping with work. After getting buried for the seventh month in a row and having to cancel vacation days to handle the load, I finally kiboshed any further delays and took a week to collect my shattered nerves back together. I'm told by friends and my girlfriend that seeing me do something other than eat without being attached to a laptop and a deadline is a positive and even necessary part of life.
Being the party animal that I am, my week was dominated with sleeping late, video games, and organizing my apartment. Still, I did manage a fantastic dinner with both sets of parents at different points, a quick jaunt into London to avoid being cast off like that scene in 'The Jazz Singer', a great ballgame to watch the Yankees get snuffed by the Toronto Blue Jays, and just some peace and quiet. I've also had a couple of guests; Chandri in over the weekend and replaced by Sascha, as part of her extended world tour.
In short, I'm back, catching up, in your intertubes and watching you masturbate. Avant!
