youth

so i'm posting not because i have something pressing to say or because the post-in-process is ready, but because i work from my own laptop @ the office and right now with camp running and gremlins constantly hanging over my shoulder, every time i open my browser, my blog/homepage pops up the bad parent photo. and i can't very well fail in similar fashion after exposing the parenting fail, so i need to shift the image lower down my page...
that said, now i feel like i should have something to say, but my post-in-process is just that and the youths keep me too tired to think about more than 1 topic at a time.
but they certainly provide a refresher on age-old truths:
boys+girls still detest each other- even those in acting classes refuse to act like they like each other for fear of the others thinking it's real.
children are disease factories- they will wipe their gross runny noses with their hands+arms then come across the room and grab you with those same appendages to hug you, so you feel bad for trying to escape what you know to be a germ attack.
children will hurt themselves just enough to not be able to dance in class, but not enough to not play games that involve running around a strange room in the dark.
and parents of said gremlins, after you've had a near-homicidal day minding them, will collect them, smiling, because they've been free of them all day, and ask, "when you having yours?"
walk good.

another parenting fail

lately, the reason friends+family give for wanting me+grims to have children is to balance shit like this (for starters, anyway):


see more pwn and owned pictures
walk good.

insomnia

why is the deepest sleep i ever achieve always after hitting snooze on my alarm, knowing i only have 9minutes?
walk good.

office space

as much as i like the work i'm doing and the good it's hopefully doing, i still hatehatehate the office job. i hate having to get up and get dressed every day, hate having to think about lunch before i've even drunk a cup of tea for the morning (clearly, because it's too damn early), hate packing a bag to get me through everything i'm supposed to do for the day, hate toting that bag full of laptop+books+shit too precious to leave in the car if i go somewhere after work, hate dealing with other people, especially before an hour i consider reasonable for interacting with anyone i don't truly love, hate communal toilets+kitchens, hatehatehate people, hate office politics, did i mention how much i despise getting dressed?
now i remember why i was always so hardcore about remaining a freelancer. home office hopefully sooncome...
walk good.

upcoming sidebar additions

so i guess this is more for me (so i don't lose the links) but this way you can check them out before my lazy ass gets around to adding them. exploding dog drawings-on-demand courtesy gwenergy, and failblog courtesy grims (who, happily, is blogging again, complete with fabulous trinbago photos)...walk good.