Before I say anything about anything, I want you all to know that
this blogpost is dedicated to my RandomGirl doing her thing and inspiring me to
write (unbeknownst to her) after a very long hiatus.
Between working, studying, training and setting up my business,
the roller-coaster ride of happenings and misadventures has been epic, and
where I may not be able to convey it all in a single 'post' I can allude at
times to the ridiculousness as I find the allure to put my thoughts on the
interwebs far too erm... alluring.
Recent events: have found me field-testing a piece of kit for the
founder/creator of the Ab-MXR with my clients and then giving feedback
directly. In addition to that there's a good chance I'll be called upon to do
demonstrations/presentations and generally show off the gear and shamelessly -
myself. It's a golden opportunity to be vain and being something I've never
fully embraced without a keen sense of irony; I'm going to grab this situation
by the brass nuts and tug really hard. Expect shameless selfies people, and I'm
talking SHAMELESS!
All that aside, how is everyone out there? I sincerely would like
to know, even if you don't comment and simply send a telepathic vibration, it
would be good to feel if not hear from you at the very least.
Currently right now writing this on a train heading home slightly
miffed that I couldn't get a seat and there's a heavy leg workout in my not too
distant future... Standing here has given me pause to contemplate how as
'in-towners' we're able to spot 'out-of-towners' right away. Is it the way they
move, how they dress? Do, we have a heightened sense of smell at key times
during the day and more importantly, how was it I was able to tell the two
girls standing next to me spoke another language?
Does anyone else have these thoughts or am I on my own here?
As journeys go, this one is pretty much uneventful and the only
thing keeping me from falling asleep on my feet is the regular snapping of my
left little finger that I'm sure has a serious case of arthritis firmly
imbedded in the joint - with each snap, crackle, pop I resist the urge to curse
several hundred very bad words - you know the kinds of words that cause friends
to shun you, when you walk by; shop keepers flip the 'open' sign to 'closed'
and you find it generally difficult to form meaningful relationships, well...
that's where I'm at, on the verge of swearing myself into oblivion. But, seeing
as I've had what passes for a very good day, I can hold off alienating myself
and rub the joint warm to stave the red mist.
Forgive me, it's been a long time since I ended a blog, I'm a
little out of practice and a little annoyed I went on a rant just now, but
current events prevailed.
Let me end how I started, it's probably for the best all things
considered. So to my Random Homie, thanks for bringing me back... we met in a virtual
pit of IndieInk (she will totally know what I mean by that) and I'm happy that ‘social
media’ has kept us just a mouse click away from a smile.
There are times when I'm away from my keyboard, starved of pen a paper, but something always brings me back...
