Behold my triumphant return!
I am living in Madison, officially now, not just staying here four nights a week. The internet is up. My computer is on a styling new desk courtesy of shevus
and Affordable Computer Help. I'm a week behind on everyone's LJ posts, and may never catch up. The bookshelves are painted. The youngest cat, Eris, is in heat, for the first time today. The kitchen is in impeccable order. The bedroom is a seething mass of clothes and luggage.
You could say I'm sort of moved in.
I've also made the switch to first shift. That means after two years of long nights, sleep-deprived days, black curtains and a regular melatonin diet, I have left the Land of Luna. See, here I am outside, on my lunch break, in the daylight!
I may look angry, but I'm just squinting into the sun. Seriously! I'm like, totally not upset at being a day person :)
I am now attempting to make the corresponding changes in my behaviour to refelect my new solar schedule. Thus, I should accentuate the more social and alpha aspects of my personality. I should be outgoing and personable. I should shine like a glorious sunrise.
I've noticed that my life works in introspective/extrospective cycles. I feel the last several years have been a very introverted period for me, a time to recollect, to review. Now I must compile it all and express it. As such, I will be writing a lot more. I've gotten many ideas for some fictional pieces. The Jack Shoegazer
books are solidifying in my mind, plus I want to complete some short stories and try to get in some magazine publications.
At this point, publication anywhere would be great. Perhaps I can go the Kilgore Trout
method and get some bad sci-fi published in beaver mags.
In the meantime, I think you should know that Mexico had a real shit time in the mid 1800s.
They had just won their independence from Spain, and then France, Spain and Britain said, "Hey, now that you're a real county, you can totally pay us back all the money you owe us." Mexico, who was flat broke, not only from the war against Spain, but also because just as they won, the United States declared war on them and stole half their country, said, "Hey guys, chill. I'll pay you later, ok? Let me build you a cake or something."
So when Mexico told those three bastard countries that they couldn't pay, Britain, France and Spain all sent troops to kick the last little bit of snot out of Mexico. Cinco de Mayo
is a celebration of the triumph of 4,500 Mexican soldiers over a better-equipped French force of 6,500. Pay no attention to the fact that they lost Mexico City right after that when the French, taking no chances this time, sent 30,000 soldiers against the defenders.
Thus, a Frenchman became Emperor of Mexico. And the real kicker, after the U.S. Civil War, we started sending guns and ammo to Mexico to help them depose the French. We are such bastards. So remember that, when you get wasted on Corona
, celebrating Cinco de Mayo!