I opted out of going to Austin City Limits Festival this year even though the wristbands were in my hand, my feet ready to tromp.
Instead, I decided to take it easy on myself and use the weekend for catching up on sleep and not stressing myself out. I love music, I really do, but the whole logistics of going to the fest all three days was beginning to feel like a monumental hassle. So I sold the tickets with a sigh.
While talking to Glark about the foul practice of cooking turducken (he insists it exists in nature; I vehemently disagree), I came upon my perfect food: A bag of Funyuns inside a Whataburger wrapped around by a huge slice of New York-style pizza. Fuck yes. Whatafunzza!
Get on it, fine dining establishment chefs. I will pay you top dollar! I do not truck with turducken!
Yesterday was a complete blur of activity. I was working from home, but I overslept and spent the rest of the day (and night, it turned out) catching up. Exhaustion!
The day did yield some work, though. A new Space Monkeys! comic is up this morning, our first in a while.
Also, a new Californication weecap is up. After a pretty good episode last week, it went back to being fuckin' stupid:
Hank ftw! -- Hank annoys his girlfriend by ridiculing her use of the term "LOL" on a radio show with Henry Rollins. He also impresses high-school girls, continues to pine over Exy, and advises a friend on digital-anal matters. Are we getting our $13-a-month's worth yet?
I also edited and posted some videos for work yesterday. If you only see one video of rooster-dressed game developer dudes singing today, make it this one:
I get asked a lot these days how things are going with the baby. Good. I mean, great? She's healthy and growing, cranky sometimes, content others. We're sleeping more than I could have expected and we've learned a few small tricks for calming the baby down (nothing more tricky than: figure out why she's crying and address that issue, but it still feels like magic).
One of the biggest changes, for me at least, is that I no longer feel like staying home for the weekend is some kind of admission of activity defeat. We didn't go anywhere this weekend; in fact, we had to skip a baby shower for a friend because we just weren't ready to take Lilly to Austin yet and we needed some sleep. It sucked to miss the event, but for once I felt like we had a really good reason for not going somewhere: staying here, keeping the baby fed and safe, is doing something.
We talked a lot last year about how things would have to change for us to be able to do this; a lot of that talk was about all the activities that I'm involved with and how it wasn't realistic to be able to keep doing them all and raise a child. I've been lucky -- everything has sort of compartmentalized itself neatly without my having to burn any bridges. The new LCP show happened in the summer when there were no recaps of Smallville to write. Almost Late Show With Bobby Bones has been in hiatus since March. My work schedule has been flexible. They always say that the universe will meet you halfway if you put in the effort, but in my case, maybe it's been all the work up to this point that's earned me some karma points for resting.
I'm sure there'll be a point where things stack up again and the pressure seems unbearable, but so far I've been plugging along, happy and content, working when I can playing when I'm able.