Christmas is coming
It’s coming fast, too, don’t forget that. So in that spirit, I’d like to ask that someone chip in and buy me this awesome print:
The Watchman
It was two o’clock in the morning and I was folding laundry when I heard a child scream. I just about browned my pants before I realized that it was just a dog in pain because of an amputation earlier that day. In that spirit, I wrote the Watchman, which in no way reflects my current work environment…
To give out a general update, I’ve been employed by a veterinary clinic up in North Las Vegas as a graveyard shift watchman. Monitor the animals, do the laundry, clean the treatment area, and try to stay awake for twelve hours at a time.
The Watchman
Proof of life
The blog has unfortunately been gathering dust recently due to a busy work schedule and the necessities that come from moving home. I’m lucky to get half an hour here and there to log into World of Warcraft. My photography has also suffered, through an added lack of interesting subjects and time to Get Out There and Shoot Things. So here is my proof of life. I’m alive, we’re all alive, and we’re doing the things that come of being alive. I’m continuing with my writing; I posted “Fulcrums” here last week, and I have the first part of another piece, called “True Love,” up here on Storiesville. Part two is nearly finished. I hit a wall in trying to describe the location for a scene and eventually gave up on a long, descriptive passage in favour of character exposition.
And that, for now, is the end of Teh Good. My last employer, Monarch Promotions let me go due to the company downsizing all of their departments. I’m angry about the way in which they let me go, and their given reasons for it (I earned too much?), but all I’m going to say on this subject. I truly enjoyed my time at the company and worked with a great bunch of people. If you’re an employer and wish to hire a Linux/Windows/OS X administrator, a retired professional photographer, an accounting clerk, inventory controller or online writer, please contact me. I can also be reached directly by email to mark at bhalash dot com.
Well shit
I’m on Twitter, but this isn’t the “well shit” part.
Well shit, I sprained my ankle while sitting down at my desk. As the injury was explained to me by Mariah, I put pressure on my ankle while walking. When I sat down the pressure was abruptly released and the tendons tore. So I’m in an appreciable amount of pain and stuck using a crutch to walk.
Why, god, why?
Ever get out of bed in the morning..
..and realise that you can never go home again?
Me, elsewhere
