I have come to the realization that I have entirely too much shit. I've been weeding it out, but damn. The move is this weekend. I have three days to finish packing said shit. I'm screwed.

The packing is going. Slow and steady I suppose. Hit a snafu when Rusty got terribly sick. I lost packing days and it has put my finances in a state of utter chaos. I'll live, I always do.

The Weenasarus was very sick. Had to call the Weenus Ambulance Company also known as Ang to take him to the emergency vet. They didn't know if he would make it through the night. Basket case does not even begin to describe my state. When we went to visit him on Sunday night he looked like he was ready to give up. His state kept me from eating for a couple of days. He went to his regular vet on Monday morning. A myriad of problems were diagnosed. Chief among them, pancreatitis, bladder stones and hypothyroidism. We think everything is under control now, but he now has to be on a low fat diet forever. He is not amused.

All of this started late on Saturday. After he had been to the vet on Saturday morning. The vet was impressed with him stating that he was in really good shape for being almost 16 years old. Then he got his vaccinations. They gave him three. At once. Apparently it created a perfect storm. Everything hitting his immune system at once wreaked hell and havoc. After a lot of reading I realized that both the vet and I screwed up. There was absolutely no reason that Rusty had to have all of his vaccinations at one time. I should have known enough to ask for a staggered schedule. She should have offered one as well just given his age. When she saw him in there when she came back from her days off she thought the vaccines had caused it.

So if you never listen to another piece of advice I offer here, please at least think about this one: if you have a small to medium sized pet or an older pet, please ask your veterinarian to stagger their vaccinations.

So, yeah, I'm not dead. The "spot" turned out to be "nothing" according to my physician. To which I replied, "thanks for scaring the piss out of me for 'nothing.'" She was not amused, but then neither was I.

All of this shit made me realize something. For approximately the past five years I have been hiding. Give it a looksee. About the time I started at my current place of employment I ceased posting on a regular basis. Why? Because I was scared. Something about working for a state subsidized agency made me revert to my 15 year old self. I was afraid to voice my opinions for fear that someone where I work might find out about my blog. Fuck that.

With all the budget bullshit that is going on I really don't give a flying monkey's ass what they think or might find. I go to work every single day wondering if it is going to be my last. There is a very real possibility that my entire department could cease to exist. So fuck it. Its back on bitches.

I miss my blog.

I miss talking to all the people from around this joint.

Most of all I miss me. A lot. Yeah, I know, I've said that before, but seriously, I do.

The posts until mid-March will be sporadic at best as I am finally moving to a new bat cave. Packing 11 years worth of shit is mind boggling to say the least. Yet, there is so much I want to put here for the trolls to shit on. Because, you know, if you post it they will come.

First up we will back track to Halloween and the uber awsome trip to New Orleans. Did I mention there is a monster gay halloween event? And yes, I have pictures. Sausage pizza anyone?

This is all Miss Ginger's fault.

One of the best scenes in a movie. Ever.

Let's add insult to injury shall we?

I am ready for this year to be over. It hasn't been good by any stretch of the imagination. Sure, there have been highlights, but that's to be expected. I would hope.

Monday I went to the doctor for all the physical crap. Blood work, x-rays, etc. Yesterday I get a call that they need to speak to me about my results. Fuck. Me. A call that quick is never a good thing. Of course they don't bother to call me at work, they just left a message on my machine along with the one from the imaging place. Yeah, I know I have to have a CT scan before I know why. Nice. Timing fail.

I slept last night, in theory. I lost count of how many times I woke up. The doctor's office opened at 7:30am and I managed to make it until 7:33am before I called. There is a spot on my right lung that they want to look at. My CT is scheduled for Monday morning.

On the way in I was discussing it with my friend. She proceeded to tell me it was my own fault because I smoke. I went off. Does she think I don't know this?! Thank you for being a cunt a 7:25am. Fuck you and have a nice day.

With any luck it will just be scar tissue. I recently had a bought of bronchitis/URI so yeah. My whole little world is all kinds of fucked up right now.

A couple weeks ago GJB was informed that he would no longer be employed full-time. Don't worry, they didn't fire him. He will "probably" get to work three days a week. So now he is on-call all the time. Makes doing things a tad difficult. Ang is always willing to go and do things, but her car is barely designed to carry two people much less bulk items from a warehouse store. Of course, now he jokes that he is like a doctor and if his beeper goes off he has to run. heh

I cannot get into the holidays at this point. I have been trying. Nothing seems to work. Maybe I need to find a nice elf to screw or something. Last year by this time my Christmas cards were already on their way. This year, I haven't even looked at cards. I have this completely overwhelmed feeling and I am not quite sure why. I know I am thinking too much again. Or rather, as usual.

Nothing on my list has been accomplished. Nothing. Just in case I didn't already look like a whiner I can now appear to be a whiny lazy loser. Which, I suppose, I am. I really, really need to get rid of a bunch of crap. Just toss it.

I have also decided that I need out of this city and not just on vacation. This place sucks your soul out one agonizing molecule at a time. It won't happen today or even tomorrow, but eventually.

So now, after all that whining and rambling.... For the first time ever, in the history of all that is Zombie, I do believe that I will have something akin to a New Year's resolution. Doesn't mean it will make it past the first week, but, you know. I think I am going to give it a shot. Attempt to give myself some structure and theoretical boundaries. We'll see.

Maybe I should mention to everyone around the Zombie workplace that there will be nothing other than small tokens from me this year unless I get off my lazy ass and make something. Why? Because I am going to spend the pittance I was intending to use for office gifts to make care packages. Again, something that will go on the list and I hope to be able to do once a month.

I should really consider getting some laundry done so I can pack. Instead I cleaned the kitchen and am now considering a nap. Oops.

Because I am avoiding being productive this morning....

So, next week Ang and I depart for our trip to fabulous New Orleans. I have yet to do a damn thing to prepare. Looking at the weather for next week down there, I may need to re-consider my packing choices slightly. OK, I need to consider including a pair of jeans. Which means I have to buy a pair that fits.

A number of other things must be tended to before I head out. Not the least of which includes said packing. Of course that also means I need something to pack my crap in. The decision was made some time ago to purchase something with wheels. Since we are doing carry on only and will have a layover each way, I don't want to be toting the damn bag on my shoulder. 

My feet are currently freezing. And I do mean freezing. I have actually had to turn the space heater under this desk on. Which reminds me, I miss my desk and all my accoutrements. For the past couple of days I have been stuck in someone else's office because for whatever reason they feel they are more important to me and there needs to be an ass in the seat. Whatever.

Like how this is jumping all over the place? Welcome to my brain lately. It is all over the place so I shall make anyone who happens upon this woefully neglected place suffer as well. You're welcome.

Sometime in the last 37 seconds I had the urge to touch my left shoulder. I am unhappy to report that it is painful to the touch. Thanks physical therapist lady. You have made me hurt worse than I hurt before I went in there. The best part, I had to pay for it.

So yeah, I don't get around here nearly as much as I would like to. I miss this place. You can, however, find me on the uber evil known for allowing 140 character updates. That box up there on the left will point you in the correct direction. Follow me, especially if you happen to be a hot, intellectually stimulating, self-sufficient male with interesting hobbies that do not include mass murder, stalking or anything equally as unsavory. If you aren't, that's OK too. I'm really not that picky, but you can't blame me for trying. Right?

OK, so that title might be a tad misleading. Its not like there has been a giant personal disaster or many small disasters equating to one giant one. It is only to imply that really, nothing has gone exactly as planned. Not that things ever to.

So, I got this upgrade at work. Big hooray for more money. Not real sure about the supervisory aspect since there are problem children in my department. We shall have to see how it goes and I will let you know when the bodies start stacking up.

In the same week my computer blew up and the water heater went out. Joy. The water heater has been replaced. The computer shipped (finally) this morning. With any luck I will be able to see hair on a frog's ass. Well, I better be able to anyway or someone is going to get an earful. Luckily it was merely a capacitor meltdown so my hard drive is safe. In theory.

On the upside, Ang's birthday outing has been scheduled. We will be spending Halloween weekend in Nawlins. Looking forward to the time away, the food, the booze and the ghosts. Oh and celebrating her birthday. Yeah. And I can't forget coffee and/or lunch with Friday!

I still haven't processed those videos from the great journey to Flagstaff in July. Maybe I should put that at the top of the list for when the new rig arrives. After some serious WoW instancing with my new uber graphics of course.

This weekend Ang and I will be heading to Something Scottish and next weekend holds Age of Chivalry. The local ren faire gives me a reason to bitch about historical inaccuracies and all the faeries running around. Douchey vampire kids! 

I'm still around. I Twitter more than anything. Probably because most of the time I am entirely too tired to put together complete sentences.

Currently working on planning Ang's birthday trip. It pisses me off. I love going places, hate when things don't cooperate.

Also need to get the video from our last outing to fabulous Flagstaff posted. I even have a blog for that. heh