*glub* *pop* *glub-a-lub*

Time to restructure the friends. When you want to strangle someone every time you're having a discussion with them I think it's time to make some administrative decisions regarding the inner circle. Especially when they obviously don't seem to give a fuck either way. I wish anvils really did fall out of the sky...

Why do fucked up things always happen to good people, and almost before life has really even begun. I honestly believe life begins, truly begins, when you have a family of your own. At least she got a brief glimpse of it. Whatever prayers I have to offer are with Michael and his child.

I just published a number of drafts from the past. Their time has... well it never was, but I've made a decision I will not have any posts in draft status for more than a month. So things like this, and this, and this, and this have finally seen the light of day.

There are a few others which will hopefully get lost, but at least I'll know they're there. No - that is not a cue to go hunting, because you most likely won't notice them anyway.

fleck.

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Seems Trinidad & Tobago got spared, I tell you - for all the shit going on there, that's a blessed little country.

I'm amazed I've managed to post as much as I have.

I think it's more guilt for missing so much of the past I couldn't bear to have even more slip into my swiss-cheese memory.

There have been lots going on.

First, we've left ES, for - what we believe - greener pastures.

We're officially merging companies, so Frostbyte will be mothballed. We are also in the middle of a slightly messy divorce from our former partner (money issues etc.).

I will also be homeless as of August 1st (following a trend apparently) - giving up the apartment I've lived in for the over 5 and a half years. This is in preparation for moving in with my woman, and moving closer to our new office space - which is likely to be in West Palm Beach.

I also get to be eyeball-deep in all the wonderful research and decision making that a new business must undertake to grow from a pseudo-homespun operation to an actual corporate entity (we're actually implementing... structure, and software to manage it *shudder*).

That is but a few of the things currently on my plate, oh - let's not forget the almost impossible ongoing attempt to balance my time between work and the one thing that does ground me and give me some balance. The hour commute (one-way) right now doesn't help, and the fact that time doubles if I'm by her.

I always thought if I had half the things that are currently going on to deal with I'd have some sort of attack and die. I never thought I was capable of juggling so many things and still manage to breathe. I'm a fucking laid-back guy, I'm bloody Trinidadian after all. But amazingly enough, I'm still here, and have not yet lost my mind, no one is more surprised than I.

Friggin' go through your notes before you bombard me with stupid questions! Are you a child? Must I spoonfeed everyone that passes through here? Is that my job/title? Spoonfeeder?!

I love that woman =)

Not only did they hit the seats, talk incessently, but they had the gayest ringtone I've ever heard.

War of the Worlds did NOT need their assistance, as the movie was already headed onto my "should have waited for cable" list...

On a related note: I am like a little scared rabbit when it comes to talking to strangers, crippling cowardess. It's a combination social anxiety disorder and the fear of getting hit over the head with a blunt object. That is changing, slowly, but it is changing.

So, Saturday we went over to a party Christel's ex-coworkers throw once a year (apparently my honey's presence was requested post tenure as she is indeed, the life of the party). They throw "theme" bashes and this one was white trash.

So I donned my wife-beater, busted pair of levis (which I was going to give to Good Will), and shaved my beard in the best redneck stereotype I could think of.

Well, first off I got waaaay too worked up over a picture from an earlier year's festivities (that insane possessive/jealous streak is a killer). I also did a beer funnel for the first time in my life, and whooped Chris's ass - she had one before me which she claims affected her performance, but I was a first-timer so oh boohoo =P

Later, we played multiple drinking games, and - after the bastards PICKED THE LOCK - got caught doing something we probably shouldn't have been in the bathroom. Ah, youth.

Funny how after a mind-numbing night of drinking you don't want to see alcohol again for at least a week, but then somehow love it just as much the next time around...

Last weekend I found myself in... well... here and here.

Why? Well, of course it's all Christel's doing (okay, actually not entirely true, in the end it was more my doing, but let's just say it was hers? Ok? Ok!).

No, she's not trying to gay me up, one of her close friends passed a pretty big exam (I think he's now a fully qualified actuary) and we joined him to celebrate. Gold star for you if you guessed he was gay.

It was actually a pretty cool scene, as to what went on, you had to be there =P

Update: However I will say that I bounced Stefan up, no comment as to what HE was doing there... *kof*