Tuesday, July 20, 2004

Lo and behold, I suck

Cuz I never write you see... was the same when I had a fanzine - "when are you gonna put out a new issue?" was all I ever heard. Which, I suppose, is better than "why the hell are you putting out another issue?"...

Speaking of fanzines, I do one day hope to put some of my old stuff up on my page, I just haven't gotten around to it yet (lo these many years). Someday I swear.

But for now it's this journal, which I never update.

The past month or so has been very hectic, you see, as my wife and I have been supro busy moving out of our old house and into our new. We moved a week and a half ago and are still being intimidated by the mounds of boxes surrounding us; don't know where I'm going to put a lot of this stuff to be honest with you. And this place is larger than my last! Just gotta start loading up shelves I guess.

And most of the stuff is mine, so I can't blame my wife. DVD's, CD's, video tapes, books, comics, toys, action figures... man I gots some stuff! And it's all mine!

I'm into possessions you see -- I know most think it best to be minimalistic and not into earthly possessions, but they haven't seen my STUFF! My stuff is the heart of me; it represents all that I stand for, all that I admire, all that makes me happy to be alive. And that, my friend, takes up space.

Like my Jimmy Osmond doll, that takes up space.
Or my NEW Leaping Lanny Poffo book, that takes up space.
Or my 100 some odd graphic novels, they take up space.
Or my Flaming Carrot statue, that takes up space.

And on, and on.

So yes, I suck, and I need to be less lazy, and stop making up so many excuses about everything, but not until I finish unpacking, which at this rate will take approximately 15.87 years.