Christmas is upon us. That time of the year. And I wanted this holiday season to be different.
It’s been an incredibly busy and interesting year. Lots of changes, explorations and adventures. New friends, a new home, and new ways to get outside my comfort zone and discover a new world right in my own back yard.
So let us begin at the beginning.
Sometimes you just want to be nosy. Root around buried secrets, hidden obsessions and swim in the deep waters of prurient castoffs.
Go to a garage sale.
My best bud Dave and I often go on ridiculous weekend adventures around Seattle and go to garage, rummage and church sales. They are often Dave’s idea, as he scours the web for large gatherings where piles of such and such can be found. I go along for humor as usual, the Threepio to his R2.
Here are a few of those tales–digging through people’s cherished possessions in order to score a Saturday deal.
So been on a movie kick lately. Time for the summer blockbuster, but also time for SIFF, the Seattle International Film Festival. Apparently it’s the largest fest in all of the North American continent. 472 films. I’ve seen two so far. Plus “Star Trek: Into Darkness.”
Two weekends ago I spent time inside a yurt. I decided I needed to unplug and get away from it all for a day trip. And it was a pretty special time.
So it’s been far too long since I’ve posted. And it’s time to fix that.
I’ve had a writing lull because I’ve been so incredibly busy. Which is great. After a few months of moving to the nightside shift, I’ve adjusted my personal time and taking every chance I can to explore and grow.
But it means weekends are more valuable than ever.
So let’s begin. And we’ll start with, naturally, the Broncos.
November 6th, 2012. The day Barack Obama saw another term, marijuana was legalized in Washington and the day same-sex couples were given the right to marry.
And grind on me, it seems.
After jumping into the fray with fantasy football for the very first time, my world has been turned upside down.
I track waiver moves, I check in on third-team running backs coming off the bye, I attempt to transmute the lead of football errata into the gold of victory.
And I fail.
For I am the worst player at fantasy football in our league.
It was inevitable. There was little choice. My will would crumble. My resolve would falter.
I would join fantasy football.
Here. Follow my descent into madness, won’t you?