Not the note that refreshes.

I was going to post updates re: my conference in Orlando, but it just didn’t seem worth it. I mean, there were some choice moments of hilarity, a good night out at the best gay/drag/piano/dance/pool bar I’ve been to in a long time, and a night of drunken floating in lagoon pool with waterfall backdrops and a stranger from Chicago…but, again, I just didn’t feel like synthesizing a story out of it all. So all you get is this capsulated review and the option to make up any other details you see fit.

Anyway, all fronts moving forward and all that. Lots of good things that were in the pipeline months ago are just on this side of bursting out of their bubbles. And this is all for the best, at least nothing that seemed promising has fallen back on itself. Some things take time, and it seems that in this period of my life, the best things are wearing my patience thin, but they are still wearing, so that’s the outlook I’m keeping front most in my mind. How polished and adult I’ve become, even as I continue to fit and frolic as I see…fit.

I think the fall will be fun, the weather has really cooled down (the air conditioner hasn’t been on in weeks). This means that I will be more open to outdoor activities, and I feel as though last fall was overly warm and kept me too in mind of the summer, so I stayed inside as usual. I’m hardly the type to champion a New England autumn, but if I can layer my clothing, maybe that’s something I can get behind and support. Somehow the decay of leaves awakens my energy. Like a Decepticon chasing an illicit supply of Energon Cubes, I’m somehow ready to take on and do battle with a dodgy looking car or tractor trailer. You know what I mean?

A four day weekend was a welcome rest from the normal non-thinking states I engage in. I walked around a particularly large cemetery, attended a tented Irish folk festival in the rain, watched Nicholas Cage face-punching some warrior woman in ‘The Wicker Man,’ and had a very relaxing evening dying laughing with the ‘Kims of Comedy.’ Now I only have a 2.5 day work week this week, and a three day week next. Just trying to run out the clock on my vacation days before they’re sucked up.

Saturday I spent alone trying to gather some needed strength for the outdoor festival, and my allergies were at a peak so I stayed in and did the unthinkable. I watched (back to back) Doom and The Fantastic Four. Both were understated pieces of cinematic bleh. I did enjoy them, however. Doom in particular had some really funny moments. And the Rock pulled off a performance I wasn’t expecting: no smart talking, one-liners; just a straight forward approach to a straight forward character. You don’t get that in these kinds of sci-fi action movies. He never questions his orders, his mission, or the loyalty of his men. He just goes in and gets the job done. Kind of refreshing.