Things went weird
and then really bad last night.
Really bad.
I had no direct involvement, but I'm kinda on damage control/keep the pigs out duty. It is a pretty familiar scenario, so I'm in an advisory position.
Sucks that this comes on the night I get some phone numbers and highfives and praise of my prose.
I mean, seriously- people want to read my prose.
That's new.
And I read it out loud.
To strangers.
That's really new.
Guess it's coming from some bolstered confidence, and the recent opening of a new public-internet blog (which will probably be a repost of a TON of my stuff from here, and then populated with new content)
I'm worried about my friends and the shit they're in right now, but...
with the bad there was also tremendous good.
I got to hold a baby!
Under 8 lbs.
Holy crap that's a tiny person.
Like... he has a heart. And tiny lungs. And tiny fingers...
I totally want a couple of those.
Not the lungs, the tiny people.
They're so cool >> and they could be ANY thing.
But I'm still in a weird... lockdown, caution, protect mode.
The woods are not cleared yet, and if need be, I could make a trip to Canadastan.
Also-
father of my god daughter fucked up his back.
He's being transported from sandbox to sandbox.
Also a giant pile of suck.
But I did get to hold a baby.
That was pretty damn neat.
I've actually held a lot of babies.
It's always neat.
Even when you're worried about holding their neck wrong, or dropping them, or what that BIG wiggle was.