A Work of Fiction

An excerpt from a short story. (Listening to: "Eli's Coming" by Three Dog Night)

In every way, in every possible manner in which someone or something can be complete, he was not. An atom of hydrogen needs one proton and one electron. With either of these components missing, it ceases to be what it is, and becomes something wholly new. In the same manner it is with people.

Invariably, a time will come in every person's life when, Silverstein-like, a human being will find the piece that makes them whole. What's more, until you find this piece, you don't even know you're missing it. Unlike the titular character of the above reference, you go through your daily routine, blissfully unaware that all the while you are lacking that which will make you complete. For some, it is a passion. A thing you do without which you feel a noticable ache. Similar to the way that missing breakfast can make a person feel sluggish, irritable and without rigor, lacking this one activity can change your whole day, often for the worse. Surprisingly, these folk are the lucky ones. For the woman who loves running, all she needs to sate her fix is a long stretch of emptiness and a pair of shoes. For the man who cannot do without his work, he needs only four walls and possibly a telephone. These people can always have what it is they seek.

No, the unlucky ones are those who find themselves inextricably bound to another human being. Call it what you will, filial bonds, friendship, fraternity, even love. For these, every day without that person seems a day in darkness. Indeed, the misfortune these humans find themselves in is disastrous. A friend can betray. A father can die. A lover can take another. The curse of human beings is that we are, by our very nature, social animals. We thrive on interaction with others like us; however the misery inevitably comes because we are powerless to stop another from taking action which irrevocably harms us.

God has given us free will. He has done this in his amazing Grace and Foresight so that we may choose, each of us, our own path. He has chosen this route for His creation so that in the end, we may discover him not by force or by compulsion, but rather by complete and total choice. However, there is a duality to this gift, as there so often is. The flipside is that because we are free to choose of ourselves, no human being can compel another to remain. Those people who find their counterpart in another are damned to, at the very least, wondering if that other will ever leave. Often times the action begins small. A word, a careless phrase, perhaps even something as meaningless as a touch or a movement. Once committed however, the action begins a spiraling out of control that would make the butterfly effect seem to be as simple as a lever or an inclined plane.

What then, shall be done? The choices are simple. Retreat into a shell of impenetrable armor, never to allow yourself the human connection in a true and meaningful manner again; or, more dangerously, begin to find another piece of you. For you see the time will come when you will discover that you are not a pie with a slice removed. You are a cheese grater, with more holes than can possibly be filled. Indeed, the time will come for all of you. I pray that you make a better choice than our protagonist. And so, our story begins...

I Love Rock and Roll

So put another dime in the jukebox, baby. (listening to "Bang Bang" by Dispatch)



That's right folks, it's happened. The Heroes of Rock have been given new life, and this time, it's glorious. Not that the first game wasn't tremendous, mind you, but the second one does everything right. They've even incorporated encores, ENCORES! The crowd goes wild for another song, and you have the choice to play it for them. And just like an actual road show, you save the best for last. *ahem*War Pigs*ahem*

Oh, what else is going on.. hmmm hmm hmm. Oh, yeah. My show opens in a week from the post date of this blog entry. We're doing really well, and we moved down into the Arena theatre last night for our first rehearsal in the actual space. Which, as I was told, sucks up sound like it were live-giving manna. So, if you come to the show and you can't hear me, we'll come up with a signal so I'll know to talk louder. Ummm.. Sneeze twice. Quickly. Ah-choo, Ah-choo. I'll speak up.

I don't know what the status is on the moving out thing. I have heard no additional word since that first phone call. I'm still moving forward with plans to move out of my place, though. While I'm sad to leave the deck and all the space behind, it will be nice to get a place closer to the city, and my mountains of friends here. More as it develops.

Sorry this post is boring, my life is rather hectic at the moment, and none of it is interesting and positive. It's either boring or depressing, and I'm told I'm too morose on my blog. So, silver linings for everyone! Happy Happy!

*sigh*

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Universal Karma

Ohhhh.. So, THAT is why I won money in Vegas last week. (listening to: phones ringing. everywhere. all at once.)

Got a call from my landlord/"grandfather" last night. (It's a long story, suffice to say, he was once directly related to us, is no longer so, but for all intents and purposes, he keeps the title.) He is getting a divorce from his current wife, and as such, needs to sell the condo I'm currently living in.

This.

Sucks.

Yes, I realize this is not about me, and my thoughts and prayers go out to him as he goes through this tough time in his life. But, as it stands, I imagine I've got about a month, give or take, to find a new place to live. And that's not much time. And wherever I go, I'm taking Ender with me. So, it's gotta be pet-friendly.

As of this writing, all not-already-paid-for video game and entertainment expenses (read: Guitar Hero 2 and Nintendo Wiiii!) are being put on hold until things get sorted out. In the meantime, I am inquiring into places who are seeking new tenants. If any of you know of any nice places near the city that can accommodate all my shit (sectional couch, big TV, big bed, dining room table), goes for about $500-$600 a month, and has a dishwasher (Madjai does NOT do dishes), please let me know.

Even if you don't know of a place such as this, please let me know everything is going to be OK. So much is not going right at the moment, and I'm feeling very adrift. I don't have what I used to to lean on anymore, and I'm feeling that absence.

Sing it, Mary...
Try not to get worried, try not to turn on to problems that upset you, oh...
Don't you know everything's alright, yes, everything's fine.
And we want you to sleep well tonight.
Let the world turn without you tonight.

sigh.

PS- Jill Bernard rules. That is all.

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