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"