10 years ago today, I was on Long Island with my (then-girlfriend, now ex-wife.) We stayed in a hotel room off Times Square for New Years that year.
Living on Cap Hill, working at the University of Washington Libraries as a web admin-type. Hadn't met most of the people I hang out with now, with the significant exception of the Thursday D&D Group.
Professionally this has been a busy decade full of advancement; musically, my tastes have changed greatly but my ability to project them through instruments remains largely the same; romantically, this decade has been all over the place.
I have a cat now! That's new.
[16:43:20] one of the guys in the office did the best impression of you i've ever seen jim
[16:43:42] he was all "oh yeah, lanward taught me a lot of what i know"
[16:44:19] "i'd walk up, ask him a question... and he'd put his hands on his head, sigh really loud, and answer my question with such a level of disdain, i never forgot the answer."
I'm oddly touched by this. (and, oh yeah, I used to go by Lanward when I was married.)
This letter is addressed to all the people who cracked jokes during the fairly nasty bits of this last winter. You know who you are... you're the people who tried to joke that "this doesn't feel like global warming to me!"
Al Gore would like a written apology from every sweaty-assed one of you.
Thanks to everyone who came out/took part/sent wishes etc! I had an awesome weekend and I believe the Gwen did too.
And we get a 4-day work week this week! It's the time of year that just doesn't stop giving.
Remember: the swine flu isn't a _real_ problem until Madagascar closes its ports. That's when we know that we have a true pandemic on our hands.