It’s been a very long week at work—not bad, just long. It was one of those weeks where I felt like I was working constantly, but never quite getting ahead on anything. Finding time to write is getting harder, unfortunately—there’s not enough time in the morning, and by the time I get home in the evenings, I am wiped out.
That said, all is well. I’m getting excited for the next Spooktacular, and should be placing an order for t-shirts soon. I’ll have the designs for those shirts uploaded once I place the order. I have two designs this year, so make sure to collect ’em all.
It’s been awhile since I’ve written a detailed update on Lamar Town Council. Lamar is really a wonderful town, and a great place to live; we’re just experiencing a number of strains that are typical for a small town with an aging population. Even so, Lamar is uniquely poised for a renaissance, given its proximity to I-20 and the major population centers in the region.
That said, there are some systemic problems that are making that renewal more difficult. Progress is being made to address each of these problems in turn, but it’s slow and often piecemeal. That’s no criticism of the fine people who work for the Town—they’re doing quite well—but it’s indicative of the kinds of pressures on time and resources the town is experiencing.
When I first pulled up the flick on Shudder, I was hoping for 1978’s Dawn of the Dead, the supposedly “fun” Romero Dead movie. That’s the one with survivors of a zombie apocalypse live it up in a mall, enjoying all the materialism the late 1970s could afford.
Despite my efforts, though, I can’t seem to locate that flick on any streaming service I use, so Day of the Dead it was. By now the trope of “humans are the real monsters” is familiar to viewers—and readers of virtually any Stephen King novel—but Day of the Dead delivers that trite message in a taut, unsettling way.
Apologies to readers for some delayed posts Saturday and Monday. I will be working to get those finished today and tomorrow, and to get back on my regular posting schedule. Even this short update post is a bit delayed.
I spent the entire weekend helping my girlfriend move to her new apartment, and while it was one of the easier moves I’ve done in terms of furniture heft, it was also a situation of Murphy’s Law: what could go wrong, did (well, not entirely—I suppose the U-Haul could have exploded en route). We made an initial run Friday morning to drop off a small load and to get the keys to her new place. It turns out there were several bits of documentation that the various utility providers had either not sent or did which my girlfriend did not realize she needed until the night before, but fortunately that all got sorted fairly quickly and headed back to South Carolina for the big load.
Unfortunately, when we arrived at the U-Haul pickup location, the place was totally dark—and this was at 3:30 PM. There was also a massive storm system rolling in, with lightning popping in the area as we waited despondently on the off-chance the proprietor of the fly-by-night used car lot where my girlfriend had made the reservation would show up.
When it became apparent this mystery proprietor was not going to materialize miraculously, I began calling every U-Haul location in the general vicinity. On the fourth attempt, I got through to a location. They did not have a twenty-foot truck, but were able to place a reservation for me at a location that was a mere half-mile away from the shuttered used car lot. As the storm began to shower its sky babies upon us, we booked it to a U-Haul Super Center and got the twenty-foot truck, which I drove gingerly through the downpour to my girlfriend’s apartment.
(An aside: I love U-Haul trucks, with their lower storage cabins and their easy-to-drive cabins. What I do not love is the willy-nilly fashion in which U-Haul hands out franchises to every Tom, Dick, and Skeletor out there. Virtually every move I’ve ever made has involved going to a seedy, dilapidated, remote location, and asking the surly gas station/hardware store/dirt-floor shack attendant to give me the keys to the truck. There’s always something unseemly about it—it’s like buying drugs, or purchasing an escort [I don’t know what those things are like, to be clear, but I’ve watched enough 70s movies to get the idea]. One time I picked up a U-Haul at a shack with a literal dirt floor and one bare light bulb burning overhead. I’m surprised I made it out of there alive, much less with a truck!)
I’m moving my girlfriend to her new apartment this weekend, and despite a flurry of writing throughout the week, I was unable to get SubscribeStar Saturday done before the insanity of the move hit. It’s been an unusually difficult move logistically, but the worst of it is over, and today should be a breeze.
The planned SubscribeStar Saturday post is going to be a real doozy, so keep your eyes peeled. It might be Tuesday before I can get it done, but it will be worth the wait.
A big thanks to Dr. Rachel Fulton Brown for sharing my review of Centrism Games. The good doctor herself sent along her kudos via Telegram, and told me that my analysis of the poem is accurate.
I had a lot of delayed posts this weekend—including this one!—so I thought I would do the ultimate in self-indulgence and dedicate this Lazy Sunday to delayed posts—not the late posts that ultimately made it up, but the posts announcing the delays.
So, without further—delay (titter, titter)—here we go:
Today’s SubscribeStar Saturday—like last weekend’s—will be delayed. Subscribers, you’ll have two posts to look forward to next week: one detailing the perils and opportunities of small-scale entrepreneurism, the other offering a detailed rundown of the TJC Spring Jam (what was intended to be today’s post).
One reason for the delay is that yesterday I spent eighteen hours in Universal Studios and Islands of Adventure. I walked around 30,000 steps, or 12.3 miles, according to my iPhone’s pedometer. Because of the hotel where we’re staying, we have Express Passes, so we managed to ride pretty much everything we hope to ride—including the new Velocicoaster, which doesn’t officially open until 10 June. We managed to get in after a two-hour wait and some technical delays. The attraction is running in rehearsal mode at the moment, so some elements might not be present, but the coaster itself is definitely complete.
More details to come in a detailed post—probably next Saturday.
Thank you for your patience, subscribers. I’ll get caught up soon!
It’s been a busy Saturday for yours portly, so today’s SubscribeStar Saturday post will go up sometime tomorrow, more likely than not. I took my spunky little Nissan Versa Note to my younger brother’s house to change the oil, and spent the morning and early afternoon playing with my niece and nephews. His father-in-law rolled in with a small U-Haul trailer packed with ancient, heavy furniture, so my payment for the oil change was to carry a nineteenth-century cherry wood cabinet up a flight of stairs. Still, it’s cheaper than Jiffy Lube.
My girlfriend and I are about to head to a small get-together at a friend’s house, so she’s baking up a storm. Now I know how photog feels when he’s hosting a party and Camera Girl prepares the goodies.
As I noted yesterday, I’m still on vacation, so today’s Lazy Sunday will be delayed as well. I will hopefully have it written tonight.
Subscribers, I’ll post the $1 SubscribeStar Saturday post later in the week. Sunday Doodles should get up this evening, as that’s pretty easy to slam out, even when I’m running on fumes.
Yesterday my pedometer app reported I walked just over 20,000 steps. We made a full day of it, as Universal City was open until 9 PM. We didn’t quite make it that long, but we certainly got the most of our season passes.
It’s another long day today, so hopefully I won’t collapse into bed like I did last night and will have something of substance for you.