So I used to work at a company with a number of other like-minded individuals who all had asperations of becoming writers. Since leaving that company just over two years ago my contact with them has been greatly diminished. Shortly after leaving I started looking for others to help fill the peer gap that had developed thanks to my departing the company. I tried out a few groups on meetup.com and settled on one which seemed the best fit. It was casual but fun and hide a wide range of characters. Unfortunately, the range doesn’t include anybody serious about their writing efforts. This left me with a void that I still needed to fill. I started reaching out to those my former job peers and have been trying to invite them to join in our group. Oh they play the game of “oh that sounds fun” and “I would love to come” but fail to show up time and time again.

Do you want to know the secret to doing something? It’s really simple. It’s called doing it. Yep that is all it takes. Just a smidgeon of effort on your part and you too can pull up your own big boy pants.

I swear I think I’m done with the entire lot of them.

If there is one type of person I hate more than any other it would have to be a flake….but I also really hate liars which if you think about it is nothing more than a super duper flake. Okay aside from liars the next worst person on this Earth are flakes….but what about killers? Okay after killers and then liars and then flakes there is nobody worse on this planet….except for politicians cause they are all of that mixed together. Oh and people who can’t say what they mean without retracting whatever they say or amending it afterwards. God I hate those other types of people too, after politicians, killers, liars, and flakes that is.

(I’m going to channel the Jew out of my wife here and into me)

Oh vey. Yesterday sucked. Well not that bad but bad enough. So I get back from lunch and go up to my desk and start to feel a pain growing in my side. It reminds me of a runner’s stitch only sharper. I’m thinking I have food poisoning or something and go find one of the less used restrooms in the building to hide on the toilet for a while to let whatever I ate pass.

That wasn’t it. I get up and go back to my desk and sit down again. Only now the pain really kicks in. I feel as if somebody is stabbing me. The pain is pretty intense and in an almost carnal like nature I start pacing back and forth in my cubicle because moving seems to lessen the pain just enough. I try and tuff this out by downing a number of aspirin but at a half hour, they don’t seem to be helping. There is only so much pacing a person can do going up and down the stairs in an office building before one gets tired.

I go back in and try to sit down once more. It hurts too much. I find my boxes laying about my cube and elevate my keyboard up a few feet so I can type upon it while standing. My boss isn’t in so I have to send him an email letting him know I was taking off.

I walk down to the train station and get on the train and find I can sit again. The pain hasn’t gone away but it has lessened enough. Towards the end of the trip however, it kicks in hard again and I find myself having to stand once more and pace up and down the train a bit. Luckily it’s mostly empty.

I manage to get home and take a bunch of ibuprofen and try to take a quick nap on the couch. I wake up and the pain has seemingly gone down to a more manageable level. I go and pick up the kids and stop my the grocery store and come home to fix dinner. Not twenty minutes after dinner the pain starts up again and its stabbing. Finally at around 9 pm, with the kids finally ready for bed, I pass the torch of handling them to her and head off to the emergency room.

What they told me is kind of a pisser, I have a kidney stone.

-Ha ha (at me)

I’ve been poking away at my OneDrive and have managed to get it somewhat cleaner. I’m not at the point of being able to say which draft of Barbash is the most recent but at least all of the various draft versions are now in one central directory instead of hiding within various subfolders.

I nerds work is never done.

On my ride into work again my mind came up with another story idea.

How can I quit writing when my mind can’t seem to slow down… I swear.

I only got a page down but now my mind is awash in this new story and can’t do much of anything else until I get it out. Okay, not really but you get the idea.

I think I have a label for my disease…Squirrelism.

While I’m sitting here in my funk it occurred to me that I could probably use this time to cleanup the look of this site a bit. I don’t know why my menus are being listed more than once it has always bugged me. Solution…actually force myself to read one of those kindle WordPress books I bought.

Sad part is I know it won’t last as the writing bug will bite me again before I get too far along into it but at least I can make a dent in getting through the book.

The last “recreational” book I read took me about 4 months. It was the Adam Carolla “Not Taco Bell Material” one. I started it just before NaNoWriMo and then only spot hit it when I truly had nothing else going on. The fear I have of reading something productive is I will get inspired to pull up my site and start tinkering with what I’m reading any my free time doesn’t really allow such things.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy…

= 1st world issues….I know.

I just wish my five year old would learn to wipe his own butt and to stop jumping on his bed while naked and peeing all over it. … Oh and from cleaning up the  4-5 barfs a day that I do upon getting home at night thanks to my 11 year old cat….oh and having to cook dinner most every night. I say most every because sometimes we go out.

= MOAR 1st world issues….I haven’t forgotten.

Oh… and-

Forcing myself to stop.

I’m a happy man (tapping shoes together)…

– Sarcasm is healthy 😉

Today is a funny day. My motivation to write is quite minimal. It maybe because I quasi(ly?) got my hand slapped last night for posting a POV short story for no other reason than wanting to post it. Some lady got worked up over it because she couldn’t understand that sometimes “just because” is reason enough.

That along with the image of little miss “Ella”cational, my other post I made earlier today, got have me questioning the sanity of this world. I know life isn’t fair and it isn’t supposed to make sense, otherwise why would some all powerful deity like being let babies be born into a world where Donald Trump stands a chance of becoming President. Yes I know it is a slim chance and it’s not the chance that disturbs me so much as it is the dredge he is bringing up to the surface.

I swear humanity is the anal ticks of the Universe.

At least I still have my sense of humorperversion 😉

-Kiss off

I would like to think this person was trying to play me. I really do. I don’t want to be as smart as I think I am. For the sake of humanities future, I pray she is just playing me.

My wife has sensitivity and anxiety issues. Right now her mother is dealing with some serious health issues due to an unexpected side effect of having taken Clairton while also on her Parkinson’s medication. Things didn’t go well and right now she hasn’t been herself because of it. My wife is, understandably, stressed.

Right now I am doing my best to fight off a cold and am having to tiptoe are my sensitive wife. But since this page is *ALL* about “ME” I don’t care (Yes that’s sarcasm).I get the kids buckled into their seats and load the back of the car as my wife gets herself into the passenger seat. I climb into the drivers seat and can feel my throat starting to tickle. I let loose a cough and start pulling the car out of the driveway.

I get the kids buckled into their seats and load the back of the car as my wife gets herself into the passenger seat. I climb into the drivers seat and can feel my throat starting to tickle. I let loose a cough and start pulling the car out of the driveway and towards the freeway.

As I’m accelerating on the onramp I feel another tickle and cough once more. I glance down and notice the gas tank is near empty and make a mental note to get some gas when I pull off from the freeway. The entire trip normally takes around 25 minutes with 15 of that being freeway.

In order to help pass the time I (selfishly) ask her if she is interested in seeing the Deadpool movie with me. I had recently linked the trailer to her Facebook page and called it ‘the best Rom-Com of 2016’ in hopes of peaking her interest. She says maybe as she hadn’t yet seen the trailer I linked on her page. Completely understandable.

I mention that the movie is a dark humor action movie and is rated ‘R’ with good reason. She mostly brushes me off as her thoughts are elsewhere. I ask, “Do you want me to leave you alone?” She says no and after a few moments of silence, I say, “I really hope you like it.” She gives me a half grunt-yawn as she is tired.

This is where I make my big mistake. I say “I have a feeling that should you like this you might also like Game of Thrones.” I have spent YEARS (*LITERALLY* The 6th season is coming out in a few short months) trying to get her to watch the first episode with me.

She informs me this just isn’t her thing and wishes that I would drop it. Only she doesn’t drop it as she then asks “What if I asked you to watch the Bachelorette with me? Would you do that?”

I turn towards her and with as honest of an answer as I can give I say “I would, at least watch the first episode with you.” She scoffs and says “Yeah but you wouldn’t like it.”

I shrug and say, “Going in with my preconceived notions, yes you are right, I probably wouldn’t. I can say the same thing with brocolli however. You never know I might acquire a taste for it.”

“Bullshit. You know you would hate it.”

“You are probably right, I probably would hate it. But the difference is I would be willing to do that for you if seeing it meant that much to you.” I wasn’t lying.

My throat started to tickle again and coughed for the third time.

I then said, stepping a bit too far over the line, “It’s called recipe-icity.”

She says, “Are you trying to say ‘reciprocity’?” I nod knowing she hasn’t always been smarter than me 😉 “You can’t even say the word right let alone use it correctly.”

I new butter butt dern’t feal lick collecting hers justin them.

Silence.

I start to pull off the freeway and in doing so make my way over towards the gas station. I pull into the lot and being the dumbass that I am, forget that her intake nozzle is on the opposite side of the car as mine is. I only remember this after parking and getting out only to find myself getting back in. I pull the car around again, this time putting the pump onto the correct side and get out again. Only as I’m getting out my throat starts to tickle one more time.

As I’m getting out and closing the door behind me I let loose my cough and hear her scream in frustration back inside. “I CAN’T STAND YOUR CONSTANT COUGHING!”

She woke the kids up…the kids living the next street over who were sleeping soundly in their beds.

I didn’t, due to the simple fact that I’m still alive to tell this tale, stick my head back into the car and say “Bitch, you need to shut your mouth and get your ass out of this car and pump your own fucking gas!”

My wife, she doesn’t handle stress well. She doesn’t handle anything very well that doesn’t fit her little box of reality. I still love her. I’m a glutton for punishment. That and my kids aren’t old enough to move out into the world on their own just yet (SShhhhh…. neither am I :P).

Relationships are all about ‘give and take’. I give and she takes.

It’s called reciprocity.

I learned a couple of weeks ago about Tim Curry joining the cast of the FOX networks remake of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. My brother over the weekend sent me a link of the brand new Netflix special of Pee-Wee Herman.

All these returns and reboots has me wondering when the Game of Thrones remake is going to come out? (That’s *mostly* a joke. I know it’s only a matter of minutes time)

Yippie!

I have been looking for a simple space name for my universe for a number of years. Everything I thought I wanted had been taken so which is why I hadn’t bought one until last night.

Now I need to go and work a bit on the page to describe the focus of my scifi stuff which has been sitting in purgatory pause these past few years.