Supercalifragalisticexpiala-update

Just a potato rake of sugar.....something something

Sorry everyone.  Been super busy.  And when I'm not busy, I've been sleeping.

But since I've got an evening here without any deadlines for tomorrow, I've decided to fill you in on all of the happenings going on, and why I'm so busy all of the sudden.

The Dangers of Routine

Sounds about right....

Sorry I haven't been writing much lately.  Honestly, things have settled into a very predictable pattern, and therefore nothing has been striking me as sufficently "blog-worthy" enough to merit posting.  MWF = Work on the farm in the morning (or not) and then work at the school in the afternoon and pick up buckets in the evening. TR = work on the farm (or not) Sat = Market in Waimea from 5am to ±2pm, with beach afterwards (or not).  Sun = Work on the farm (or not).  With the time left in the evenings after dinner, I've been reading a lot.  Not quite to the point that I read with every free minute of the day (and spend each moment in the shower trying to figure out how I can read in the shower as well), although I've been there before, but with a kind of feeling that there's nothing I'd prefer to be doing in the evenings than settle in with a book (and possibly a beer) until I fall asleep.  I've been on quite the kick lately with the non-fiction books, which is kind of atypical for me.  I like to get swept up in a story and usually the stranger and less predictable it is, the more I like it.  But having read Bill Bryson's A Short History of Nearly Everything and Mary Roach's Spook, I've  learned that I can find enjoyment in non-fiction as well.  This of course make plenty of sense, and I'm a bit ashamed that I hadn't realized it earlier, since what I write here on the Cameronomicon is also essentially non-fiction, and I enjoy reading it almost as much as I enjoy writing it.  So then I read Stephen King's On Writing which I believe is pretty good if you're a Stephen King fan or an aspiring writer, and amazingly good if you happen to be both.   In fact, at this point of this post, I can hear Mr. King asking me, "But what does any of this have to do with the story?" to which my only response would be "Nothing.  Nothing at all."  So I suppose I should start getting to the point.

As I was saying before, things have gotten quite routine around here lately, and there hasn't been much of all to write about.  Yesterday I learned that settling into a routine can on occasion create certain very blog-worthy adventures, and that most of those are based on anecdotes of serious bodily injury.

Another Day

Like sands through the something something.....

For those of you who may not have noticed that the sun rose and then set recently, we have ridden this merry-go-round we call the Earth for another full axial rotation.

I've learned through stat tracking and comment volume that my more thoughtful and introspective posts are, as they say in the parlance of our times, a "buzz-kill."  Therefore I'm forced to revert back to the anecdotal format that everyone loves so much.  As Harry Flugelman of Goldsmith pictures so wisely said, "We strayed from the formula.  We paid the price."

Ups and Downs: Trying to Look at the Brighter Side of Things

Today was a weird day.  Not bad, but not good.  Just weird.  It could have been bad, but I didn't let it be.  Thus it was weird.

I used to know someone once upon a time in a previous life who was astoundingly good at seeing the brighter side of things.  One could say "Ugh...it's raining again," and the reply would be "Think of how great this is for the lawn," or "Walks in the rain are romantic," or "Quick! Get the Slip-N-Slide!"  You could say "I just broke my arm," and you'd hear in return "Nice! Finally you've got a good excuse for your terrible penmanship!" or "Hey, at least it wasn't both arms," or "I've got the perfect picture for your cast."  If you happened to mention that you lost your prize-winning pet iguana to an Elvis impersonator in a high-stakes poker game while trapped by a blizzard in a mountain cabin with no hope of rescue, invariably the retort would be, "WOW!  Who else in the world could say that?  You lead such an amazing life!"  In fact, I'd bet that if you crashed your plane into the desert, and everyone you loved perished, all of the food and water was lost in the flames, and you're 1000 miles from anywhere and no one even knows you're missing, you've got broken legs, internal bleeding, a terrible hangnail and even more terrible intestinal gas, and you knew that even if you were rescued, you'd be ruined because you'd wagered your life savings and reputation on a successful flight, AND you couldn't solve the crossword puzzle that day, if all of that happened I'm sure that all you'd get would be "Quit your complaining....I bet the sunset is amazing here....."

Secret Lives of Silent Suffering (and Sarcasm)

Hi folks!
Nothing interesting or exciting to report about lately, but so the blog doesn't slip away unnoticed (as it has in the past), I'm posting anyway.  Actually, one nice thing happened this weekend, but you can read about that here.

Beyond that, be sure to check out this little internet treasure I happened upon this morning.  In a medium (the internet) where so much is dependent on verbal communication, this guy here (Avery Ellis) is absolutely hilarious, all without saying a word.  I've never worked in a music store, and in fact the thought has never really crossed my mind.  But I have worked retail, and anyone who has ever worked retail has had similar moments, but none of us were fortunate enough to capture them with video, and none of us work in a music store where crazy customer behavior is elevated to unprecedented levels vis-a-vis frequency, audio volume, and ego.  This clip is my favorite: