I have indeed chalked up many a mile since the last entry.

Bit of an odd weekend - seems like everything I was doing for other people went incredibly swimmingly, and everything I wanted to happen for me turned into a bad episode of "Perfect Strangers," or at the very least, some kind of comical misunderstanding with a goat joke no one saw coming.

Ah well. I can deal. I've got a lot of good things goin' for me right now, and I'm trying to avoid getting bogged down in my typical grass is always greener glass is half empty or twice as large as it needs to be negative nancy crapola. That's right, negative nancy was the kicker in the rule of 3 joke formula there. I stand by it.

Anyhoo, I've got almost all of my Christmas/Jewsitronicathon (a holiday I just made up, apparently for semitic robots) shopping done, and it's not even the 23rd. Aww yeah. Take that, all previous years' records.

The moving is going quite well, and I'm packing up a ton of clothes right now to schlep back to Atlanta.

As it turns out, the actual narrative of my weekend proves much less interesting than I thought it would in my head, so I guess I'll consider this adequate "Hey, Don't let the blog get stale" coverage and call it a night. I got enough going on in my head without trying to come up with entertaining nonsense for a dingy crew's worth of readers.

It needs to be March, and I need to be at a beach. Like, now, if only for an hour. I'm seriously hearing seagulls in my head here.

[and i learned much from both of their styles]