Checking in

So, it's been almost a month since my last post.

What's new in Zombie Town?

Not much. Finals are rapidly approaching, and I have a paper due in about a week. It's a rather open-ended assignment, and could be anywhere from 6-20 pages. It is entirely possible that the assignment may run a bit longer than that, too. Last quarter, I had a final paper that was supposed to be 6-10 pages long. Even after reducing the font size, tweaking the line spacing, and blowing out the margins, I was still looking at a 14-page paper. When I get in the literary groove, I can seldom be stopped.

I checked my grade in Japanese, and found out I'm doing better than I thought I was. I thought I might have about an 80% grade. Turns out I'm sitting at 88% right now, with three big projects to come. This news relaxes me a bit. I'm also feeling better about taking Japanese, in general. Lately, I've wondered if I was in over my head. In class, things seem to go fine, but once I look at the assignments, nothing makes sense any more. This past week, things started clicking into place again. I tried out my language skills on a willing student from Japan (no, Weevil, there is no euphemism or innuendo there.), and she told me that my choices for individual words waer sometimes a bit strange, but that I did very well.

The nephew is out on his first-ever fishing trip with his grandfather-esque. I'm not entirely sure how to refer to the man. I've known him for almost five years, and he has been married to my mom for about two. When I talk about him to casual acquaintances, I call him my step-father. Simply for the sake of brevity. I don't look at him that way, though. I can't ascribe a fatherly tag to someone I didn't even meet until my late twenties. This is certainly not to disparage him in any way. He's a good guy. He and my mom seem good together. It just seems odd for one grown man to spontaneously call another "dad."

Back on topic. The nephew is ecstatic that he has already caught two fish--bluegill, I've been told--and wants me to help him cook them when he comes by this evening. Sounds like a hell of a plan. I'm thinking lemon -battered, deep fried fillets. I could also pan fry them, but I think a seven-year old would find something resembling a fish stick or fish patty more appealing.

Looks like I had a bit more to say than I thought I did. I'll leave it this way for now, and bid you good day.

I'm Not Dead Yet!

So, it's been a while since I've posted anything. The problem is, that very little has pissed me off over the past couple of weeks. Things are actually going pretty decently in Zombie Land right now. School seems to be going OK, the friends and family have had no major crises that I have been made aware of, and things with the girlfriend are going very well. That's the big reason for the lack of posting. What fun is it to write about good times? Where's the conflict?

This is not to say that I've lost my venom and spite. It's still there. In fact, the lack of a target just means I'm stockpiling it. Woe to the poor soul who allows me to overhear something so idiotic they simply cannot be allowed to go on living. For now, however, I must retreat to a comfortable chair and do some homework.

I think I need to find a dramatic exit line. Superman had the whole "up, up, and away" thing. Snagglepus had "Exit, stage left." I got nothing.