Another note: This is a long post so get comfortable.
A third note: I have no idea what the hello kitty was up with the bold font thing, but it's fixed now.
Don't ask me where the title came from, because I have no flippin' clue what caffeine deprived portion of my brain produced that gem. I'm sure the Pokemon reference is somehow Henry's fault. I have a partial draft of the conclusion to Smoke and Mirrors on my desktop, and it is absolutely useless there when I haven't been home in days. Old habits, I know, but I guess the novelty of waking up next to a beautiful woman never wears off. As I typed that "I Love College" by Asher Roth came on Jango and I felt compelled to blast it for the girls to enjoy while they got their scholarly on. It was a fun distraction but now it's back to the books for them and back to the laptop for me.
I think tonight we'll kick things off with a confession: I have no idea what this blog was supposed to be about. I know I didn't adhere to whatever I had planned to use this blog for, and now it just seems like a big bag of random. I'm okay with that; there is nothing wrong with a refreshing dose of chaos. All my other writings have to be confined to genre and/or niche, so it's nice to have the opportunity to talk about nothing whatsoever in particular. I have ten minutes before the girls are lost to the world for an hour of An American Horror Story so let's get on with the show before I get tazed again.
With the celebration of the We-Stole-America day and the return of some old friends, I've been thinking quite a bit lately about the way I look at friendship. Without getting all Hallmark with it, I've become aware of just how awesome my collection of friends are. Not only are they genuinely good people, but there are certain perks to my irreplaceable pool of allies. I have my fellow authors and part-time consciences: Henry and Marie. Henry and I actually run a website together with another friend in the web design and computer programming field, but you'll hear more about that when we're ready to share. The web designer for our site and third partner is a friend I've known since my darker days, a friend who witnessed more than one addition to my scar collection over the years. Knowing the three of us and our inability to commit to an area at this point in our lives: Henry, Marie and I will probably send some time writing and touring together in the near future. Which means my other friends will probably get to do a lot of traveling of their own. Someone has to come and bail us out, after all.
Another notable resource in the friend supply is a hacker, although their lack of communication lately makes me wonder if I should file them under the category of prison inmate instead. Without incriminating myself or them, let’s say I hypothetically may or may not witnessed them work wonders behind the keyboard and over the phone. I may, or may not, be heard in the background laughing my arse off in recordings of them in action that are probably in possession of the FBI right about now. If you know the things I may noncommittally know; you’d think twice before picking on computer nerds. Tis scary stuff, yo. They’ve offered to use these powers of mass destruction on my behalf before, and I have to say it was a tempting offer. I can’t take credit for rising above the influence on that one; I had an angel on my shoulder. Well actually she was on the stool next to me at the bar, but let’s not the sweat the details. She countered my moment of impulsive pettiness and I refused the request when I realized that it could bring problems upon my hacker friend. If we weren’t in separate states I would go to check on them in person but I’ll have to suffice for trying to establish contact from hundreds of miles away. It’s probably for the best that there’s so much distance between us, as we make a scary team.
Although I’m finishing this post up now (the midnight hour following Christmas), I’ll probably be publishing it from my brother’s apartment near the Navy base he’s stationed at. I just posted the Krampus babble-fest so it’s too soon to toss another post up, but I want to get these drafts ready to go. My brother is actually of no legal or biological relation but I’ve known him my entire life and we’ve been through too many adventures to be anything less than family. Time, distance and drama may have driven us farther apart than we were when we were 18, but he’ll always be my brother. I’m hoping we have the chance to become the unshakable duo we were growing up but who knows what the cards hold. One thing we both know and know well: we’re only one phone call and eight hours away at any given time if the other was in need. We’re closer than blood; he’s part of the family I chose.
Waiting for me when I get back are the friends who were here when I first started this post. Only one is in the apartment as I conclude it but I’m sure they’ll both be here when I get back in town. The absent one would be the one kind enough to share her bed with me in a completely platonic way. Well…platonic in the sense that we joke around about sex but never actually do anything inappropriate. So I guess Southern platonic, minus the sibling sex stuff. It’s okay, I’m allowed to make that joke: I’m born and bred in the South. Before anyone contributes they’re unoriginal and contrived inbreeding joke – being an only child pretty makes me immune to those jokes. And since I did grow up in a small town, I made sure not to date anyone from said town just to cover my bases.
I got horribly off topic there so time to try again with a fresh paragraph. Pinky, as my best friend calls herself in implication of me being Brain, would be the one at the apartment presently. She and her boyfriend went to bed, leaving me to my writing. She would be the one who talked me out of providing ze hackerific friend with the information needed to avenge and defend against the wrath of my ex-fiancé. She didn’t do this out of any compassion for my former lover, as she would have ended the problem violently and permanently if given the chance, but out of the simple common sense that it could accomplish nothing but trouble. This is also the same friend and same apartment that bore the brunt of the damage when it became a warzone last week. I have achieved some feats that bordered superhuman in my efforts to always be there when she needed me and she’s always been down to ride should I ever need her. Speak of the she-devil: they’re back from their midnight antics and looks like I’ll have to wait til they go to bed to sleep to finish this.
That didn’t work out as planned. The three of us watched Fanboys together and sat around talking for a few hours until we were all ready to crash. I’ve since then made the long and perilous drive to see my brother. He’s now passed out after two days of heavy drinking and his Navy buddies have disbursed for the night. I have no problem admitting they’re on a drinking game well above my level. Whereas I took those three years off drinking to focus on my ex and her son, they’ve been perfecting the sport. With that in mind, I’m not sure how I ended up being the last one standing unless this break is only temporary and he’s taking a midnight nap. Nothing would surprise me at this point. I want to write out the post I cobbled together in my head during the drive here so I’m going to cut this short(er than planned, yet still obscenely long). I'll dedicate another post to the friends I didn't get to this one at some point within the next century, but now I away to the flavor of the moment.