Another side effect of high unemployment

I got a look at a short biography of the people I'll be working with in a few months--these are all new employees, and I'll be joining them at the new location for our office.

These people are all ridiculously qualified. Sheesh. It looks like this:

• Former space shuttle astronaut, combat fighter pilot, Master's Degree in Physiology and Philosophy. Hobbies include world travel, learning new languages, playing in the NFL, and consulting with US Presidents.
• Former Justice, Ninth District Court of Appeals. Jurist Doctorate from Harvard, BA from Yale, body by US Steel. Hobbies include translating ancient manuscripts and knitting prosthetic limbs for wounded veterans.
• Former neurosurgeon, MD from Princeton, minor in Ecclecticism. Hobbies include writing best selling novels, directing multi-million dollar feature films, and high wire.

Yadda yadda yadda . . .

Then there's little old me. No degree. Just one published story, a collection of tunes online that only I listen to, and I have to get up to pee at least four times a night.

I'll get over it, I'm sure. I bet they'll be a dream to work with, and that's not sarcasm.

In other news, I'm really struggling with this new tune. I think--maybe--I've finally cracked it, but the next attempt will be the fourth. This is the hardest it's ever been to create the sounds I hear in my head. It's dificult, but if I can pull it off it'll be really good. So, it's worth it.

So, that's what's on my mind this Friday night. What are you thinking about? How are things with you?

Another "D" word . . . and randomocity

It's official, according to my doc. I'm diabetic.

So, now I can't eat anything that I like to eat. I'm giving myself glucose injections until my blood sugar gets under control. I got a 'fridge full of food I'm not supposed to eat.

All this so I can have some minor surgery. Joy.

Hopefully this will be cleared up really soon so I can get this cutting thing over with. My boss has been hinting darkly about changes coming up at work. Soon. Not good changes, either. I don't know if she's actually heard something or if this is just a gut feeling, but it does worry me. She's not one for rumor-mongering.

I'm also feeling the urge to write something, or record something, or both. I can't decide what I want to work on. I'd dearly love to write a story but no interesting ideas come to mind. I'd love to work on some more music but, ditto.

I guess I can do what I always do when I want to work on my music--pick up a guitar or turn on the synth and noodle around on it. Got some pretty decent riffs by accident that way.

It would take my mind off my hunger. I like garden salads but only as a side, not the main course, dammit! And right now that's about all I can eat. I'm sure I'll come up with some other stuff soon but right now I've got so much other crap going on that I can't concentrate on it.

Getting closer and closer to the publication date for Warped Worlds, the anthology from JournalStone, where my story will appear. At least I've got that to look forward to. I've read the whole book now, all the other stories, and I can't wait to see it in its final form.

Ever hear of a Dutch band called After Forever? They aren't together anymore-their lead singer, Floor Jansen, has a new band now called ReVamp--but they were pretty amazing. Floor has an incredible voice, powerful and versatile. Check 'em out!

Until next time! Stay frosty!