" danger hat: December 2009

Friday, December 25, 2009

Oh blog, it's not you.

I am just profoundly boring.


So let's recap the year a bit shall we?

We're still in Columbus, despite a spring push on my part to get back to the Gateway. At this point, it seems we will be here eternally. Which wouldn't be terrible--Columbus has some true awesomeness. It is hard to start to let the ol' roots grow when it feels like removal is still eminent.

Played a lot of derby. This is the first time in my life that I feel I can walk away from it. I don't know what has changed exactly, but I think it might actually lead to a healthier relationship with the pastime should I opt to continue. And I probably will.
Oh and hopefully in 2010 there will be a derby comic anthology with a lil story by yours truly. Keep your eyes peeled. I have seen the final result and it is fairly terrific. The artist who drew it has a uniquely classic style that makes my featherweight tale something a little pithier. I have small faith in the comic book industry's ability to put anything out in a timely fashion, so it may be 2011. Or never. But let's be optimistic, it is Christmas after all.

I started baking. For money, instead of a bigger butt. It is by far the hardest job I have ever had. Of course, in some ways that makes it the easiest because I am not bored out of my ever loving mind. It has, as mentioned, ripped my skin to shreds. (For instance recently one of the oven racks got stuck midbake and I reached deep into the bowels to retrieve my pans. I have three horizontal lines from the rack above it. I am a fool in a very small space with a very hot thing.) I come home and usually pass out or should pass out, made a zombie by the nonstop action of a long shift I go through a range of emotions throughout the day: it is very satisfying to bake a near perfect batch of bread, and crushing when a missed timer means a batch of cookies gets extra crispy, It's an odd sort of perfectionism, and my days are a balance of trying to make things tasty and beautiful but also do so at a pace that doesn't lead to a 12 hour day. I get to experience triumph and failure over a little (okay scads of) butter and flour. All inall I like it, even though I am still only mediocre at it. It is not a career for life--my body is already telling me it is too old to keep it up--but I am glad I have taken the opportunity to do it.

I had half of my wisdom teeth out in September. And ow. And the crazy. I ended up with a sweet case of dry socket, probably owed to some deliciously violent vomiting from the anesthesia and the painkillers. Also being, as I was told, too old for the procedure (I should be in the grave by 29 maybe,or at least put in a home) I tried to drop the vicodin early in the process because it made me seriously stupid and crazy and ill. However, owwwwww.

Those are the highlights--I am sure there was more. Mostly I ate a lot of food. Watched much television. Read less books than I should have. Wrote even fewer sentences. Doodled a bit. And, sure, angsted more than someone in their late 20s has a right to.


Perhaps I will be less boring in 2010. But, Blog, don't go holding your breath.