What does 'sporadic' mean?

--see this blog.

New computer is on the way, much excitement goes with it. The new 40K: Dawn of War is on its way as well. The younger brother tells me it's beautiful. I'm waiting to use the Bloodthirster.

For everyone with a performance bent in BG: Please audition for the Theta Shortsfest on Tues, Sept. 28th. I'm directing Maya's "Anorexic Cafe," and she's directing my "Blasphemy." Normally I wouldn't post something like this, but I really like these scripts, and really want the performances to go well.

Yeah.

New Samizdat stuff... figured I should update it since I just published the URL in a column.

Huttah!

Then, of course, the Packers win on Monday night, you watch Flogging Molly on the telly, and you pick up Within a Mile of Home... and it's all OK.

Though I'd really that Corsendonk Pater...

Irony, Fate, and Luck: a Demonstrative Example

I'd apologize for that title, but I place the blame on grad school.

Herein lie the examples:

• Charles Rogers breaks his collarbone. Again. I wouldn't even give this a second thought, if he weren't on my fantasy team. Minor, yes, but still...


• The question of whether I opt for a one- or two-year Masters program was answered a month ago, but the question doesn't think of it that way.


• "Blasphemy," my short comedy about the afterlife (written with Jeff Voigt), is fully overhauled, revised, and turned in. And I'm surpirsingly very happy and proud of it.


• Oh, yeah. Marriage and engagement surround me.


• Steph's doing a piece mirroring the entities of Luck vs. Fate. Throughout the process, I keep picturing Fate as a blind bastard with a damned smirk on his face.


• And, in the context of the past week, it all just makes ya want to laugh, but in a gallows-humor kind of way.

Oh,well. At least the new Flogging Molly CD hits tomorrow. Thankfully, their record, Swagger, is working like a tall glass of Corsendonk Pater after a shot of whiskey: It takes the edge off life, sometimes even makes sense of (some of) it.


"But after a while, when my mouth's not so dry
I'll dance up a storm, sure life's looking fine
But as darkness falls, I return to my bed
Don't ask me more questions, don't fuck with my head"
--Flogging Molly, "Black Friday Rule"

Page 3?!

Good. Gravy.

What happens when I open up the BG News today? Sitting on the fifth page is a new section, "Not News." The section cites its origins to the now-defunct Page 3... that damned section which occupied a large chunk of my life for a year-and-a-half. Now 'tas been reborn.

Freaky.

(Oh, yeah, and there's a minor rumination on WH40K at the V.P.A. War Council.)

AND, we're back

Notes from the first week-and-a-half of grad school:

• No matter how hard you try to avoid it, drama still finds you.


• 8:30am classes do not mix well with a body used to working until 1:00am.


• Auditioning for dept. shows is like an addiction. When I crossed myself off, I started going through withdrawal.


• George W. drove through town, doing 45 (at least). Woot?


• Thirty hours @ work + Grad school = Not so much.

Thankfully, the strange beginnings haven't sapped my creativity. 'Blasphemy' is going into heavy re-write, I've started a play about the Bush drive-thru (think Waiting for Godot meets Statler & Waldorf from The Muppets), and loved my cast recording of A Shoggoth on the Roof (review coming soon to Miskatonic Library).

Speaking of the other hub pages, check back in a couple days for the Samizdat reaction to W.'s fly-by.