It’s been a while. How you doin’?
It’s been a while longer since I wrote anything of general utility. Most of my spew has been of a peculiar flavor spawned of my bile. Give me a break, friends– the strongest urge to write is to pull in those who ken what you pen.
It’s rare for anyone to truly know you.
… I’m speaking to a likewise rare audience here. For the majority of humanity, their 12-piece “Age 2+” puzzle of a psychological composition ain’t so hard to put together, comprehend, snap/tear into double the components, and re-assembled wearing mittens with one’s mind’s eye closed.
I’m with a good woman. A foxy woman.
I’ve got the girls back. I gave up custody, but it was for their sake, and it was with caveats that made it worth separating that purely contractual issue from the rest of the divorce bullshit. Truly, if I felt they were in danger with their mother, I’d take them regardless of whatever the Law may have entered into the public record.
Fuck the Law.
That’s why I made the deal. I have no respect or concern for the Law–
… only for my girls.
Enough of that. Life otherwise? I’ve been at my current job for a year now. Well, it will have been a year in one minute– and once this is posted. I was contracted as a “Java developer”. I hadn’t coded Java since its showcase presentation was an applet of “Duke” doing his jack-hammer “Under Construction” stint and garish water-reflection applets on homepages.
However, since I am a hacker by nature and by heart and by tripping fingers over the proper mechanical cherry-key-board– I can adapt. Scored pretty high when asked to do so. The sadness is that the task to which I was assigned was so vaguely defined as to be impossible to “finish”, so … I’m viewed as a slacker.
I have a Google Forms record of every day I’ve worked since I started. I don’t fuck around. I *want* to work. I *live* to work.
I live.
… which brings us to the status-quo.
I live.
Good night, and good luck.
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