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fireside

fireside blog

I can’t tell you honestly what I like more… Fire… or cliche.

My Wednesday off:
• Slept in.
• Episodes of The Family Guy
• Chicken Kickers™
• Naps

Tonight was the first night we lit the fireplace in the new house.

This novelty is probably lost on a lot of people, but I’ve never lived in a home with one before…. and I LIKE IT. a LOT.

It’s almost like the same giddy feeling I got when I bought my first car with power-windows. I distinctly remember saying to myself: “Wow… It can’t get any better than this!”

We quickly realized that the circa 60’s posturepedic recliner chair is too big and obscured the hearth so we schleped it into the unfinished dining room, leaving a perfect plop-plot on the floor.

I scurried back to the bedroom, grabbed some pillows and staked out my real estate on the floor.. I stayed there for the rest of the night shifting my attention between The Texas Chain-saw Massacre (1973) and a few deadline projects that needed to go out first thing this morning.

The recent bouts with “funk” and staying home more often has me toying more and more with the idea of simply just working from home. I still like the idea of having an actual “place” where I work. The sluggish business climate just makes me wince at the beginning of each month when I’m shelling out studio rent and utilities. “Hmmm.. This month’s studio rent check could be buying one dinning room chair ”

Nevertheless… Not blogging in front of a fire somehow feels so “fireside chatty”. I feel like a pipe filled with sweet tobacco and a brandy sniffer filled with something expensive would be in order.

“hi… welcome to fireside-blog with themonkeybear… Nothing to see here… I don’t blog… click on…”

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Swiss Colonists

tell daddy how you like it

Alright.. Damn I was depressed yesterday. After not-blogging I pretty much stayed in bed for most of the day, getting up occasionally to service accounts via sofa and dial up connection.

Although I’d like to write it off as one of the many fluctuations of a normal, NATURAL, un-serotonin uptake inhibited mind – I’m not prone to such dramatic lows. (I’m a moody mother – but not psycho moody).

I still think there’s something in the ether fucking with us all.
xenohomo thinks it’s Seasonal Affective Disorder.
My mother thinks it’s a midlife crisis.

Whatever it is – how could I possibly be in a funk when late last night I fetch the mail and low and behold what do I find in my mail box? The Swiss Colony Catalog!

No time for introspective psychic vivisections now buddy.
No fucking way.. not with 67 pages of delicious nitrate-packed holiday goodies.

Granted… It’s not the “best” food – but I don’t think it’s supposed to be. Christmas reminds us, if of anything, that tolerating substandard crap is O.K., as long as it’s in a basket and has a pretty bow.

That said, I can’t say I’m a huge fan of the pseudo-meat logs… What gets me going is the sheer volume of obscenely paired flavor combination cheeses. (which all strangely taste the same).

Bricks… Mini-Logs… Balls… Tubes.

mojobear‘s mother always sends us a bounty every December from our Swiss friends in Monroe, Wisconsin.

I can’t blog now – I gotta make a cheese list.

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global empathy

please standby

It seems my blog lobe is broken – as is the pretty custom template mojobear has programed for me.

While I’m sure correcting the template will require a few keystrokes, my blog-apathy may require mental CPR.

Correction – I don’t think it’s “blog-apathy” – (especially since I don’t have a blog)… No.. it’s like “cosmic apathy” or something.

I’d write this off to groove-thang misplacement – but I’m starting to think otherwise.

We stopped out for a quick beverage after work yesterday at the watering hole to run into cubpower who’s in EXACTLY the same mental boat. He summed it up pretty well:

“It’s like I can’t get excited about anything.. There’s absolutely nothing to be happy about – if only I could turn on the radio and hear SOME good news.. I’m fighting urges to move to a commune and become a recluse. That and it seems I can’t deal with people right now – without fighting the urge the smack the shit out of them.”

Commiserating with him made me feel a lot better. At least I’m not the only person with this mindset as of late. We plan to have an “Apathy Luncheon” later this week.

I believe in a collective consciousness. Some folks are more sensitive to it than others. Since college I’ve always seemed to be, at times annoyingly, tuned into it. This would probably explain why I enjoy a certain level of success in my soulless career as a extremely marketing-savvy designer.

I’m way better at determining what people want to see and hear than I am at actual “Art”.

“Artist” is just a fancy title I can wear out to parties.. Like a smart handbag – it goes with all of my shoes.

In all brutal abstract honesty: I’m a marginally gifted empath who has a working knowledge of Macromedia FreeHandâ„¢ and PhotoShopâ„¢ and an overworked vocabulary.

wow.. this is all really hurting to write.

I’m stopping now.