Coitus Interruptus

Yeah reader, no excuses, I know. I've not been writing here as much as I promised I would. In fact, it's only because I've been incredibly busy with other writing endeavors and every attempt I've made to write in this journal has been a case of coming in with the intent to do the deed, but resulting in a failure to go through with consummating the pact.

It's embarassing, yes. But it happens to more men than you can imagine.

All things said and done things have been busy. Busy busy busy. Busier than bees and honeycomb (and that's busy). I've written a 23 page story and now it's in the preliminary revision phase. That's really all there is really. Picked up WoW again, have been playing TF 2 and that game gets off my grudge matches.

I'm not witty today.

Though, as it were, while Talisa would much rather shower the world with her truly fantastic photographs that are brilliantly framed, executed, and have since ascended well beyond the realm of simple 'snapshot' I possess no such skills, and accordingly I can only leave you with this: something I saw this morning.

It's been gray in the skies for a few days now. The clouds hanging heavy in the sky, pregnant with the slow seed of moisture hidden deep in their folds. A damp blanket holding tightly to the California skyline, this morning it broke. at first with the first painter's strokes of clouds breaking up the imperial leadeness of the sky with flashes of white on grey, infusing the monotone pallor of the cloud cover with a shot of brightness, breaking the temperance of the grey-blanket cloud cover.

Well that's all I got.

A demain, notre amis

-Viet

Gratuitous entrances

Hello, hello, hello, and GOOD EVENING.

This is the obligatory first post of this blog, this blog which I imagine in the far (or near) future will be abandoned to the cold, desolate, bitter winds of the empty internet ever while nobody cares because nobody ever read it to begin with.

BUT NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR NEGATIVITY

Now is the time for action! excitement! and the gratuitous use of exclamation marks!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ah, me the distance between our hopes and our achievements. So bittersweet. ALAS, FOR I AM BUT ONE PERSON AND YOU ARE BUT ONE BEING WITH EYES (so I assume)

But, admittedly reader, i must resist the call of the internet demons that beg and taunt me to turn this into a desolate morass of depressive and broken posts. If such fare is of your taste I'm sure you can find innumerable posts of said tone on other blogs. For here reigns the silly. and the silly demands that I post the following as a formal treatise to the vast army that is laying siege to my house. Ahem,

AWAY VILE SQUIRRELS

If they do not leave, I will be forced to take up drastic measures and possibly be reduced to once again calling Chuck Norris to aid me against the squirrels. This will be epic. And as there is no true way to segway away from Chuck Norris roundhouse kicking squirrels, here are some non-squirrel related pictures:its like, a house, in the dark, with the glowy, that I photoshopped!

Bright ideas, more photoshop, and more darkness

And finally, at this point in this long and rambling introduction reader I feel obligated to tell you that at times this blog will be depressing. It will make you privy to sadder, less exuberant posts of mine, all of which will be accompanied by pictures. But I hope that you will continue reading. For if nothing else i believe that my writing is entertaining enough to possibly be deserving of that inifiniteseminally small time in between studying for that psychology midterm and flipping aimlessly through webpages that you've alotted to god knows what. I hope that in writing out my thoughts and feelings in this manner, i will possibly make your life brighter, happier, better, and in doing so aid in the process of you not forgetting me, for it is a fear of mine.
And Great Danes, i am absolutely terrified of Great Danes. It's a tall order to be sure, but I hope to try it, at least for a while.

And so i'd like to end with a picture, because every so often i'm shocked to rediscover that even suburban Irvine can be beautiful at times:

Streetlights

DREAM DEEPLY