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Sunday, September 10, 2006

In Praise of Fall

It's almost autumn. This is beginning to please me. I want to go hiking in fall colours and do some photography.

This summer plum tuckered me out. I never really did get to enjoy it, so I say bring on the fall. I'm suddenly getting two-day weekends, and they seem so much longer than they used to, now that I've been deprived.

I'm also beginning to enjoy my company more. On the down side, I've been having podcasting difficulties, but I think I've sorted it all out now. It's not going too badly!

I had some generous help from the x-guy today, which has resulted in a couple funny snippets for the podcast, and I think GayBoy's seeking an audio track out for me; something ludicrously cliche, and a totally gen-x opener for my podcast. It's a movie clip. I could give you a couple hints and anyone over 25 and under 45 would probably get it. I guess that's 26-44. Fine, then.

It's cool, it's retro, it's obnoxious. Hey, it's me. Fuck, yeah.

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I had a semi-big epiphany (but then epiphanies are kinda like big by nature, yeah? well) in the last month or so. I really, really hate becoming single.

It's hard. Whether you're the dumper or the dumpee, there's a loss in the death of a relationship. If you have a heart, there is.

When I found myself having to become single again, it was a rude awakening. Somehow I stopped being myself in my relationship. I did the ultimate chick thing. I forgot about self. Suddenly, I was kinda like a ship without a rudder. Kinda figured I should be going somewhere, but had no idea how to make it happen.

Slowly, I began doing things solo and enjoying myself. Yes, that includes masturbation. But, yeah. It was sorta a rediscovery of self. Quite cool, honestly. This is called being single. Being single, when you're really truly there, is really fucking cool. It rocks. (And there's no fussing over who sleeps on wet spots. Wicked.)

And I'm not totally there yet, but I'm starting to get in touch with myself again. I'm probably 50% there. Lotsa work left, but there's a light now. Is good. Me likey. Oof.

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When I was in college, in my journalism lab, we had a sign on the wall that read:

"The management regrets to inform you that,
due to financial restraints,
the light at the end of the tunnel
will be turned off
until further notice."