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I don't know if that is the case for everyone, but for me, that is the secret of life. When I feel stuck in a rut, I'm down. This can be destructive when it comes to things I can't control. As a result, or perhaps coping mechanism, I've become amazing at ignoring things outside my power. Over the years, after painful breakup after painful breakup I've applied this to my dating and social life. Not on purpose, it's just sort of crept in through cracks in my mental armor. It's easy to look back and see that whenever I've consciously gone about courting a girl I liked, it has never worked out. I spend so much time focused on formulating the perfect setting, atmosphere, mood, etc... that I forget to be myself and just have fun. All the long term relationships I've been in have sort of caught me by surprise. I collect girlfriends the same way I've collected my guy friends, common interests making two lives take the same path. My best guy friends right now are all people I met in college. Same mindset, same career goals, same nerdy senses of humor.
This is all very stream of consciousness because I'm quite tired. Time for the Nightwalkers to rest.
The overarching thought behind this rant is that I've invested an amazing amount of time into social dynamics, without ever evaluating the reward. It's almost as if by studying and improving my social habits, the reward, while larger in quantity, is much lower in quality.
Just some personal introspection.

And here's an update on my latest practice project:

Yeah. That's the word of the day. Priapism. Fortunately, I wasn't the victim of this serious, and yet hilarious medical condition. The last two on-site contracts I've worked have involved crazy hours, and often night shifts. Due to the resulting wildly erratic sleeping patterns, my doctor prescribed me sleeping pills, specifically Trazidone.
(As a side note, the 'victim' in this story probably didn't want it noised about, so I'll leave him nameless. But, If you know he and I it'll be easy enough to figure out. But then again, if you know us that well then I bet we've shared in our fair share of embarrassments together, and in the end this is just another good laugh.)
Before leaving my last contract job with Sony, I recommended another artist and close friend for the job. He's doing it now, and working some nights. The last time we were hanging out I gave him the last of the sleeping pills.
This afternoon he gave me a call and asked if there were any side effects of the pills... I hadn't experienced any, so I said no. He then informed me that he'd had, "a raging boner" all morning and it just wouldn't quit. I know I probably should have taken this more seriously, as priapism is a serious medical condition, but my mind was imediatly transported to 7th grade and I laughed uncontrollably. After all, to paraphrase Kevin Smith, 'Wiener and fart jokes will always be funny.'
(In grabbing that last link for you I discovered that Kevin Smith and I have the same birthday. Hmm. And by the way, Yesterday was Captain Awesome's birthday!)