THE MISADVENTURES OF AN ESOTERIC INVESTIGATOR

I've given up the idea of a regular schedule eventhough I work the same hours every day.  There's usuallly so much oddness going on that each day is totally different than the one before.  Jacquelyn has been working on a ton of projects for school, so she's been home late every night this week (and we see no end in sight for the rest of the week!)

Last night, I made falafel and sweet potatoe fries.  Tonight I made a faux-chicken yellow curry.

Ethan got his first report card for sixth grade, and it's all A's and B's!  He rocked A's in Art, Language Arts, Band (he's learning the alto sax), and PhyEd.  The B's went to Math, Science, and Social Studies.  Not bad, dear boy, not bad.  Tee wee lad also decided to start a clothing line for his AlienHousewives website.  He's also done quite a bit of updating since I last posted about his website, including sequels to some of his slideshows.

It is late (for me) and I should be going to bed, so I'll leave you with some more photos to peruse, then go get some of that patented "Sleep" I keep hearing so much about.




Good night and good luck.

Good morning.  Ok, so it's almost one in the afternoon, but I just finished breakfast so it's still morning to me.  Later I will head out for some errand-running and laundromat-visiting, but for now, I am procrastinating to the best of my ability.  Like playing around in Photoshop to make this portrait, this self-aggrandizing picture.



So now what, you ask?  What's going on?

I haven't been around much, I haven't even turned on my computer this week.  My power supply is all fucky so it takes upwards of a half of an hour to get it started.  Ethan started school this week and between family time and dinner and whatnot, I don't have the energy or time to sit around and get it up and going.  I've been checking in here and there with certain journals, but I haven't time to read everyone right now.  I've got my weekends to try and catch up, but it's just too much.  You people will just have to stop posting.  Not.

Everything has been great, actually.  Ethan is adjusting to his new school quite well, in fact it seems to be his favorite school and favorite batch of teachers yet.  His main teacher sent a note home informing me that he is an excellent student, very smart and quite creative.  I had a revelation about middle school as I dropped him off the other day.  There was a trio of girls walking down the sidewalk, obviously 8th graders  in the midst of puberty, appearing much more like high school students.  Directly behind them was another trio of girls yet to be pillaged by adolescent hormones.  They were small and looked like young children.  MIddle school is this strange place they put you for those most awkward years when we transform.  The middle school chrysalis, the junior high cocoon.

Jacquelyn has overloaded herself with coursework as usual, so she's sufficiently challenged and fretting.  We made a brief appearance at the Geography Department picnic.  I mostly talked with her advisor's wife about child-rearing.  I don't know jack-patooty about geography.  Most of the people seems to be broken off into little groups talking shop.  I felt sufficiently silenced by that, uncomfortable in the way of a family reunion where you barely know anyone and feel like you should talk to people but can't bring yourself to do so.

Afterward, we went to kiwikat and shevus' place to get caught up as we haven't talked to them in quite a while.  I had a headache from hell on top of major sinus congestion, so add that to a week of waking up at 5:30am, we didn't stay too long, but ties have been sufficiently reconnected, reconstructed and now I've seen some good videos of a guy juggling to music.  All is well in the world.

I just finished Oh The Glory Of It All by Sea Wilsey which was excellent.  I've started Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell.  I've been a book devouring fiend.  I'm pretty much on schedule for my FIFTY BOOK CHALLENGE.  I'm going to shower and get motivated.  There's alot to be done before Ethan comes back from his mum's place, wo I must bid you adieu!

I am not feeling the urge to be a clever wordsmith this evening, so perhaps I will give you a pictoral pastoral, if you will, an idyll idle for your loopy logical left brain and allow the razzmatazz right to feast!

( The ides of March will bow before the tides of film. )

And thus, I conclude this visual smorgasbord of current events. Now I must find entertainment that will stimulate my mind without the impairing crutch of caffeine. Perhaps I'll dig back into Robot Monkey which is, pardon my Middle English, attested in pseudo-Latin, fucking hilarious.

Ethan rolling down the northeast mound of Aztalan on March 26, 2006.
Photo by antarcticlust. Editing by jackshoegazer.

Yes, pictures, pictures, pictures!

( New Year's Eve Extravaganza )

( Lucky Hermel and his Turtle Friends )

( And the rest... )

Now that my dear antarcticlust has posted pictures of the new kitty, I can post some more. So for you kitty lovers out there...

( Wee Princess Fox Face - Eris, the Goddess of Chaos and Discord - Baby Arctic Tiger )

It maybe known that I am a member of the absurdgibberish community here on LJ and recently it has been taken over by the BIOMAG people. Odd posts quite fitting with the theme of the community have appeared and are quite absurd and opaque. Feeling the artsy bug, I decided to add to the BIOMAG conundrum and produce this masterpiece.

( YO NO HABLO BIOMAG )
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