A Funny Thing Happened

I WROTE A Blog post recently, and then I lost it. Seriously, I wrote this whole thing, then I don't know where it is. It was pretty long, and I tried really hard to not have typos and stuff, and I don't know what happened. I'm really upset about it, it was a lot of work.

The thing is, I was going to post it today. Now, not so much. Oh well, I now work on about three computers on a daily basis and I might have just written it on another one and I don't feel like going and looking for it now. Rest assured, it was awesome.

Shoot, now that I said that I can never post it. Once people read it they'll think, this is what he said is awesome? So forget I said anything about that. Let's start over.

I won't miss you. But I'll miss enjoying you.

I'VE FINALLY COME to the point where I no longer want fish tacos. I had some today and really didn't enjoy it. I'm afraid that part of my life has come to a close.

There was a time that I hated them, then later, when I loved them. Now, they're just part of my past.

AND I COMPLAIN SOMETIMES about my tbr pile. I figured I might as well just show you.

I'm not reading the folders on the bottom right.

Yes, except for to of those books, which I've already read but want to keep nearby for quick access, they are all things I am planning on reading in the next year or two. Some of them have been there since before Border's went under. Obviously, this doesn't include my ebooks that I intend to read in the months ahead, nor does it include items that get bumped to the head of the line when released (Like new installments of The Dresden Files books, or anything by Alastair Reynolds).

I plan on culling this pile some in the coming months though, some books seemed awesome to me at one time, but when I look at them now I think I might have picked up some marginal items. I read 60 books or so in 2012, and the thought has occurred to me that if I read at a similar pace for the next 50 years then I might have 3000 books left in me to read.

That seems like a lot at first mention, but I think the number is pretty small really. I have to start being more choosy about what I read - quit something when I know it isn't working for me or quit putting off things I really want to read.

Fish Tacos!

Fish Taco’s. I had some the other day at a restaurant here downtown. Now, I’m not a big fan of the Fish Taco, as I’m pretty sure that only beef, or maybe chicken, should be the only representatives of the animal kingdom to appear in the dish.

Well, I met my wife for a bit to eat and they were advertising the fish tacos on their outdoor chalkboard. Our waiter, a cheery fella that seemed really excited to tell us what we were ordering was awesome, was all over those fish tacos. She ordered them, I got a brisket grilled cheese.

Again, fish don't go in tacos, they just don't. 

My wife ordered them and they brought out something I did not expect. Something awesome. I asked for taste. Yum. I asked if she wanted to trade. She shrugged. My grilled cheese brisket thing wasn't real good, not bad, but not worth the money they were charging. She didn't really eat any of that.

You know, I’m not sure what my wife ate. I hate her food, I ate my food. I hope she didn't leave hungry. I know I didn't.

I've dutifully used my artistic skills to try to represent what was in my head when the waiter mentioned they served fish tacos.

See? Irresistible.

I was so surprised by the wonderful reality that I tried to compare it to other times in my life when I received surprising news that made me happy.

1)      The time I found a 20 dollar bill in the parking lot at Taco Bell.

2)      The time I went to watch a concert and after the show a fan of the group came up to me and said I played an awesome gig. I even signed an autograph. I hope he’s telling his kids about the time he met that one guy from that famous band.

3)      The time I got a FedEx from the Smithsonian telling me that my photo was going to be displayed in the museum and printed in their magazine.

4)      When I found out I was having a boy.

5)      I could never dunk a basketball, but that brief summer of my 20^th year when I could jump high enough to touch the rim of a basketball goal.

Anyway, I'm out of town today doing work things. I'm not sure what my schedule will look like for the next few days. I may not be as around as I want to be.

Ah, those were good times, add the fish taco thing to it and I’m feeling pretty good about life.