Work It Harder, Make It Better, Do It Faster, Makes Us Stronger, More Than Ever, Hour After, Our Work Is Never Over: Um, where has September gone?

Like, seriously, can anyone tell me where the last 10 days went? Sure, sure there was Jenn and Lyle's lovely wedding on the 15th, nine hours of dance/pilates classes last week and six hours this week, a dear friend locked in a battle with evil, an increasingly full and interesting set of tasks at work that I seriously want to kick ass at, a couple hours of de-thorning and de-leafing roses for Chris & Tash's wedding this weekend, realizing that I hadn't gotten my dress actually pressed for Chris & Tash's wedding this weekend and a subsequent lunch-time visit to the cleaners, several birthdays and a few hours of sleep here and there.

I can't imagine where I've lost all that time.

Today's sing-a-long song: "Stonger" by Kanye West

HRH

Annual burnout

That was lazy of me. Get all the way to 1,000 and just sit there for a week and a half. My bad. The day after I hit my 5th bloggiversary, things just hit a previously uncharted level of insane. And I'm still there, wondering why I always forget how much June sucks.

There's this project that I do at work each year and June is always the height of production time. A colleague of mine who has almost the same project as I do suggested that doing this project is a lot like giving birth, in that when it's done, you must get an infusion of hormones that make you forget how bad it was, so what when it comes time to do it again, you don't try to kill yourself in an effort to avoid it. Granted, neither of us have ever given birth, so I'm pretty sure the actual thing is much, much worse than this project.

So that's a big part of why I haven't been around. I think things are good. There's been a lot of social activity of late, since the nice weather has drawn us all outdoors and I've been exercising my tail off, mostly in an effort to counteract all the stress eating.

I'll try to get back into the swing of things soon.

HRH

Que?

I have to make an apology for my blog. Sometimes it's here, sometimes it isn't and I have no idea why. Other blogs on this same server still live. Other blogs on blogger still live. Frankly things are so busy right now that I can't spare the time to really sort it out.

I can only hope that when and if you stop by to read my musings that the technology, that I wish I understood better, is doing what I need it to do. Otherwise, you can mourn my blog's absence, as I know you will.

HRH

Mental mash-up

I'm not sure what's up with my head these days. Chose your instability factor, insomnia, boredom, SAD, PMS, general neuroticism, and I think it's factoring into my mental processing these days. The only way to stave off the ill effects is denial through entertainment. Just stick my head in the ground (and by sticking my head in the ground I mean sitting my ass on the couch, cuddling up with M and watching TV, so I guess that would have been a better metaphor, but it's too late for that now, isn't it) and hope that the malaise passes on by like a storm cloud.

The medicine I'm using this time around is the first season DVD of "Animaniacs" (given to me for Christmas by Mike (W00t!), the first season DVD of Robot Chicken (lent to me by Jenn (back on the blog again!) and the sixth season of "24." Always take your crazy with a side of violence.

On Sunday I was down. Down right in the dumps and M had left me in the living room while he made some bacon and eggs. In his absence, and sick of my wallowing in abstract sadness, I put on the animaniacs. Like a morphine drip I was laughing and singing along with the show. ("I take umbrage at that!" "Sure, take all the umbrage.") The good feelings lasted well over two hours and gave me strength enough to start reorganizing the art on the walls of our place.

That was until around 7 p.m. Then the sadness was back. But good news! "24" was on at eight. Happiness again! Absurd plot lines, violence and tolerance to pain again! The show is so over the top it's fantastic and I simply must know who thought of the idea of biting a man to death. Like seriously, where does that idea come from?

You know what, don't answer that.

Lastly, my saving grace is Robot Chicken. I'm just starting into the DVD and it's great. While I was starting in, John R sent me a YouTube link to something from the second season that almost made me shoot my drink out of my nose.

Never underestimate the healing power of laughter.

HRH

Cult members are simply overtired

It's a shame that by the time I actually have a moment to blog, it's the end of the day and I'm mentally drained. The really unfortunate part is that there are at least five moments in each day where I say to myself "I really should blog about this" and by the time I am peace or even stationary enough to write I can't even remember one of them.

Right now I'm waiting the eternal wait that is waiting for the laundry to die, listening to totally random Chinese music looped from a Web site I was visiting whist trying to determine just what kind of dragon I am. Turns out I am a fire dragon dog. Another mystery of my being solved.

This music is seriously hypnotic. I've opened itunes in the hope that I will actually be able to break away from the seamless melody. I keep telling myself "put on some Yo Yo Ma. It will sound kind of like this and you'll be okay." I swear this melody is a narcotic. All I need to do is just close the tab and it will stop, but I can't do it. Every time I think I have enough will, I loose my train of thought, imagining I'm walking through a bamboo forest by myself, hearing nothing but falling rain and the enchanting melody. Get me a masseuse and some aromatic oils and I'm 80 per cent on the way to zen.

I dare you to resist it. I dare you. Visit the site. You start of reading innocently enough, but then you're sucked in. I've even left my desk for prolonged periods of time, but I cannot seem to close my browser because I know it would bring the cycling melody to an end and that would be wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong.

It's been playing for more than an hour and it has to be bending my will in some way now. There's no way something like this doesn't have nefarious purposes. If I can't stop listening to this soon, I worry that I'll wake up in the morning with all my worldly goods given over to some mystic in Shenyang.

HRH