Funk.
And not the George Clinton kind.
Shortly after my last update my Dad's mother passed away.
I'll stop you at the "so sorry".
We didn't get along.
She was 91.
In the meantime I've been playing a lot of Magic, some of my ideas are bombastic and hilarious, others get trounced by 15 year olds recreating the same collection of cards they saw on the internet from a tournament winner
over
and over
and over
and over
so it get's a little annoying when some pimply moron beats you with someone else's idea.
But it does give me something to do with my brother.
No real kitchen innovations, I do have a color scheme for my next project, I have started construction, don't have the paint yet. No real progress on any writing.
Friend of mine had a crisis, it kinda nudged me further toward getting the hell out of here...
so did the huge amount of money I'm getting back from the Tax man.
Expungment paid for... surplus of cash.
Even with buying $30 worth of cards a month.
I can't -really- do worse with any job right now, so long as it pays around the same (very low) mark, and has more than 12 hours a week, and I'm not handling bodily fluids, or people. It comes back to the fact that I need my dog with me. That's an adventure crippler right there.
My friend proposed (again) I work with people, and bodily fluids... for less /hour, and approximately 20 hours a week, in a different city.
No?
I'd rather maintain the status quo and live with my dog than up-end all that all at once.
There's a murmor from my boss about a finance/payroll job. Pretty sure I can do it, seeing as how he has no background in it, and doesn't want to do it anymore and learned it within a month or two.
So what now?
I'm gonna shake the bushes, see what snakes come out.