Art of the Odd

I notice my fellow NaBloPoMones are already beginning to resort to embedded YouTube links (yes, Annika, I’m looking at you) and list memes (hi, Aynde!), and I don’t blame them. (This shit is hard!)

But I don’t think it’s come to that yet. (Note that I said “Yet.”)

I said earlier this week that I don’t like to blog about work, and that’s what’s consuming my mental energies right now, so if that was all I had to talk about today, you would indeed be watching an embedded video clip shot by someone who isn’t me. (How about embedded Hulu links? Are those any less cheesy than YouTube clips? No? That’s what I thought.) But as I sat up in here in the dimly-lit garret of NovySan’s office, waiting for him to get off work so we can go eat sushi with an opera singer, someone else started to sing.

Crickets.

They live in the walls.

And they’re calling out for love, sweet love.

Well, that, and finally owning a phone that’s capable of email. What am I babbling about? I set up the blog-by-email feature in WordPress. And it’s cool, but still a bit tedious, so I’ll shift to my laptop for the rest.

And now that I’m back on a full-sized keyboard (and have fixed the weird formatting in the above paragraph)… It’s been a roller-coaster day. Barack Obama will be the 44th President of the United States, and oh man, does that make me happy. But Prop 8′s passed, and so I’m angry and I’m disappointed and I have to remind myself that there are ways to fight that. (There’ve been three lawsuits filed already, and that makes me happy, because at first I thought, how do you challenge a constitutional amendment as unconstitutional? And now I have the answer. But it’s still up to the courts to decide whether they’ll accept the argument. And there’s another argument I’m wondering about, which is that if same-sex couples who married before the ban are still married, but no additional same-sex couples are allowed to marry, does that create a constitutional problem? And if those marriages are invalidated, does that violate the couples’ constitutional rights? I need to do some research on this…)

And even though I don’t write much about work (because I’m in an information-finding industry and I know any one of my co-workers is more than capable of tracking down my blog (especially since I haven’t made any effort to conceal my real name), and because I don’t want to be defined by what I do, and because if I feel like writing about work, it’s probably because I’m angry, and not everyone needs to hear me rant about it), it was a bad day today, and for all the reasons that make most of my bad days bad days. I was face-down on the kitchen table sobbing this afternoon, with my sweater pulled up over my head, and it wasn’t a pretty scene.

(I am looking for another job (something else I haven’t mentioned much, because I don’t want to panic anyone I work with), but it’s not a good time, and since I’m trying to transition back into the law, I have that additional “career switcher” hurdle to jump over, and sometimes it seems impossibly high.)

But NovySan’ll be home in a few minutes, and we’re going to The King’s Head for Guiness and ribs, and that makes it a good day, whatever happened this afternoon.

According to my calendar, it is. And that means NaNoWriMo‘s coming, and so is NaBloPoMo, and yes, I’m intending to do both.

To kick it off a few days early (and try to get myself back in the habit with this blogging thing), I’m taking a cue from Sarah Morgan’s post “10 Years Ago Today,” which was brought to my attention by Be the Boy. NovySan went into his IMDB record to find out what he was doing, but since mine doesn’t go back that far, I had to do some math.

2008-10=1998, give or take a few days, and we end up with Halloween 1998. (We’ll call it Halloweek, just to cover our bases.) That was my first year in law school, and the year my first marriage fell apart. Or, at least, it was the year the cracks really started to show. Sometime after Thanksgiving 1998, I was sitting in front of my computer sobbing, looking up California divorce info on a dial-up connection – but I didn’t file the paperwork until 2001. Halloweek 1998, though, I was coming up on my 6th anniversary (yes, we got married on Halloween), and I really can’t remember what we did for it.

I’m also not sure where I thought I’d be in 2008, but this is where I’ve ended up – I’ve just reactivated my legal license (and it’s no easier to find a job now than it was when I passed the Bar in 2001), I’m very happily remarried, and the only thing I know about 2018 is that it’s 10 years away, and that’s plenty of time to get wherever I’m going.