I haven't vanished yet.

I realize it's been a day or two and didn't want people to think I vanished again.

Tonight I went through the purple folder, which has got all my scattered notes and stuff that I take from other notebooks, scratchbooks, print outs, written on envelopes, and cocktail napkins that have my unfinished projects.

Based on me, I have a lot of unfinished projects. Some of them will be burned and hopefully never see the light of day. Others, might grace the public (if grace is the word for it.)

Considering I have about 400 pages of random notes my little hour a night of working on these things might take a while to organize. Nothing I could find that was short and useful here, and I am getting tired. So I think I will turn in.

Purple folder back to file. Time for bed.

Janus in the bronze age

I remember when I started texting about 10 years after everyone else. My father in law to be would send me texts and if I wanted to communicate back I had to learn how. I still text very slowly and prefer a voicemail usually. My wife has a blackberry and can type tweets, texts, and updates like a rocket. I am hitting the 4 key repeatedly trying to get the letter I want, people get the text in about 2 days if I am lucky.

The sad point of this is I realize I am becoming more obsolete. Example is that now that blogs are becoming extinct I am back and blogging again. Facebook frightens me still, it's got weird stuff on it like real pictures. Twitter is even more frightening, I don't have any exciting updates or thoughts that I want to take the time to type out. "Janus is having coffee and wondering why he is on the computer" is not that exciting.

It's easier to be anonymous here, probably no one out there but me reads this anymore but still comfortably anonymous.

So I am taking a stand and staying here, at least until Blogger kicks me out.
Take that progress! I shake my fist at thee!

Feeling more at home

Well I always find I have at least one more item of furniture to move...but today after being in the apartment for over a month we were able to get the big furniture here.

We got our basics moved in a while back and it was in a lot of boxes. I felt like I lived in a storage shed because of all the boxes we had and no shelves or places to put it.

"Janus have you seen..."add household item here," and it would be time to search the boxes to find the item we need.

With 4 guys and a few trucks things can work. Dressers, Bookshelves, and the china cabinet. (Took all 4 of us to get that sucker upstairs.) Now instead of having a bunch of cardboard boxes next to my bed I have two bookshelves, a dresser, and a nice lamp. The room felt really peaceful and different. Maybe the surroundings does affect my moods afterall. So much for the "I'm a guy, who cares about the boxes" idea.

So now that the apartment looks like an apartment and I have a dining room table I am beginning to finally feel more at home. Oh, and I don't have to find socks in a garbage bag full of clothes either.

Closed for repairs

Well, its an announcement anyway.

Trying to kick start my writing again, more to follow I hope