Stalling

... So I went out on a date today, with a fine young lady. I call it a date because I paid, and she was expensive. Thing is, I can't remember her name. See I named my car years ago, but I made it a secret name, you know like the cities in Itilia in ancient times... yeah so the other day I was stopped at an intersection waiting for the traffic to stop so I could pull out. It slowed just enough for me to make a quick break for it, but the moment I stepped on the gas I lunged forward and the engine died, rolling me slowly into the middle of the intersection... This needless to say, is bad. So today my car and I went on a date to get her fixed up. Now she runs faster, is generally hotter, makes loud purring noises and for the moment has stopped whining... If only all women were like that after some new oil, a new air filter, and a high octane airplane fuel based injector cleaner flush..

Well, I've been in an emotional funk the past month. I try not to express it here, and I have been working on becoming an optimist (which may in fact be the cause of my depression). But frankly in the past two weeks specifically I have had four friends come to me with personal problems and lean on me for support. I am happy to give it, but its draining and depressing to help them carry their burdens, and due to friend confidentiality, cant whine and complain to anyone to carry my own. It's pathetic really, but I want a hug. However through me trying to spend my time away from helping others by doing something totally different I have rekindled five old friendships with people who I had not seen for some years.

In the mean time as I have told you I've been applying to various dream jobs... no news back yet, but frankly being unemployed is not all that bad... ok so maybe it is.

A family friend died in the last week and I'll be going to the funeral friday, before spending my evening running sound for a charity event. I am quite fond of this event as I've helped out in the past years, and maybe even since its beginning. The shtick is for a bunch of men to cook, clean, and serve any women in the area who want to come by. We serve a three course meal which has live music provided (thats where I help out) and is generally pretty classy. It'll be an interesting day going from a funeral to a dinner, but I guess I'll be writing about it either way. So I'll tell you how it goes.

In not-so-local news cool things are happening. If you don't know, enlighten yourself.

And here is a tribute to my ongoing study in the field of things nobody cares about anymore (but I think are cool).