I survive another year. Hooray! Time for a State of the Sken, I suppose.
I’ve flaked on working out for awhile, and I can tell as I haul myself from one building to the other and up 5 floors. Being bitterly cold doesn’t help. I can tell my back doesn’t jump for joy when I spend a lot of time moving about, since the injury – maybe I should look into P.T. This was the year I started to “feel my age”, I guess, and I need to consider strategies (Osteo Bi-Flex, wich my family swears by, P.T., more gym time) to combat that. I do NOT want to be the old man with perpetual back pain.
Work is going well enough. They’re flying us to Orlando for the NADA in a couple weeks (just after SkennCon), which will be very intense. We’re looking at doubling our workload sometime after that, so I’m trying to get all loose ends tied up before then.
I miss some of my more creative work. I need to reserve more productive time on the computer at home. I also need to, I think, buy a new chair, as the old one is probably toast, and the borrowed one (hi rbradakis!) is pretty uncomfortable. Does anyone make reasonable office chairs for elephants who break steel?
Speaking of the office, the computer I put together last april is still screamingly fast, but we’re coming up on the time in which I’m going to have to find an educational copy of Windows 7 and reload it, or I will be a very unhappy camper when my Release Candidate copy expires.
Additionally, despite the extreme measures I’ve gone to in order to replace equipment that might cause sparking, I still have problems with my computer wanting to spontaneously shut down. I walked to the other side of the room and touched the light switch, and my PC shut down. I’m pretty much thinking I have to outright move away.
Fortunately, that is sort of in the works.
Lucy is meeting DJs next week. I should have gotten on this earlier, but I’m too particular for something that doesn’t really matter. We’re still enjoying each other (see GiggleFest 2010 last night) ;). Lots of other things need to be planned and taken care of. If we actually sat down, brainstormed with notes and websites and made contacts, we’d probably be done with the major planning for this thing of ours in a weekend.
I don’t see people as much as I’d like. Sure, part of that could be blamed on WoW, but I think work is wearing, and I’ve just been less eager to make spontaneous calls to people I haven’t spoken to in forever. I love them as family, but I don’t even call my family. :) The lamest thing about getting older is seeing how I increasingly see only the people who I can convince myself are “on the way” to something else or who contact me first. It can be pretty gratifying to get together with people who don’t let that affect your relationship – some people will always be there.
On the other hand, I feel loads of love (hey now!) from the people I -do- get to see. I’m jonesing to see the people we’ll be inviting to the wedding, and just a teensy bit anxious about all the people we can’t invite. In fact, once you include children we’re probably 20 or 30 over where we thought we’d be already. Note to self: stop making friends. Better yet: Announce a “friend cap” – to become a new friend, you must eliminate an old friend. FIGHT! And I’m working on my evil laugh, so I’ve got that going for me.
I’m getting together with a small group of people tonight, catered from my favorite middle-eastern restaurant, and frankly, I cannot wait.
I’ve read more fiction this year than I have in a few – I tend to get caught up in my non-fiction reading, and for someone who loves stories and storytelling, that’s not great. I’ll never be able to devote the overwhelming amount of time I did as a child and teen, but it’s time to get back into it.
On the volunteering my free time end of things, I’ve made a lot of progress on the tech end of the DIY track for Penguicon, though I still can’t figure out where we put the info, since it seems like the database has disappeared. I look forward to helping Melanie with the craftier end, and seeing how they can work together. I think the Sugru panel might be a good start to that!
While I have always (even before puberty) had the understanding that life is short, this year, and my general lack of productivity in the things I enjoy, reinforced that. I’ll never get this year back, so I need to put more energy into making the next year twice as awesome.
A good friend asked me what weekend might work good for me between now and the end of July for a wedding, and I said “Hmm, I think the second two weeks of June might be open.”
Speaking of, no one plan anything important for the first week of June – you can’t come on my honeymoon, and I don’t want to miss a thing. :)
Here’s to life.
Happy Birthday! :)
We’ve decided I need a photo of me in a Napoleonic Stance for an icon. :)
ha! Only 20-30 over your intended guests? Marla and I wanted to keep it to 40 people. Once the Parents got involved it ballooned to 120 people invited, and we had about 90 show.
I enjoyed reading the update. Here’s to Life, indeed. *hugs*
Orson Scott Card did a piece on office chairs in his weekly “reviews it all”. … … from what I can recall, he’s not a small fellow and spends a LOT of time in said chair… might see if you can find it?
Here’s to life! And hopefully to a very Happy Birthday to my favorite Scott! Wish we could be there tonight to help you celebrate – I didn’t hear anything until, er, yesterday, and by then I already had something scheduled. Hope you have a wonderful evening full of friends, love, and cake! Today, the cake should not be a lie! :)
Heh, I won’t be sad if there’s no cake, as long as there’s a panful of hummous!
Hummous, cake…..same thing, right? *grins* Hope it’s delicious!
Yeah, sorry, it was kind of a last minute pull-together, I thought you might have plans but at least wanted to invite you guys along.
PSA: Any awesome or fun events that may occur in the first week of June may be completely ignored, unless, of course, they occur in the bed that I am sharing with my husband.
And then they’ll be youtubed.
I’m not sure YouTube allows stuff like that.
Which means we need to bring plastic dinosaurs.
I haz a dinosaur!
L’Chaim! To life! Happy Birthday, awesomesauce. Seeya soon.
Please don’t make me kill any of your friends — they all looked bigger than me (or maybe I’m beefing them up in my memory, but still).
So I inherited this awesome ancient executive chair, steel-construction and leather worn smooth as plastic, that probably cost a thousand dollars when it was new. Now it is quite not-new, but good lord is it comfortable, and definitely designed for someone twice my size. If I move, don’t think I can take it, in which case, do you want it? I’d rather see it go to a good home!