Crazy year
So the year that is 2008 is basically half over. I will be 27 in a bit more than 3 months and I think I am finally starting to almost feel like an adult. The year has had its ups and downs, with the adjustment to living in a new place alone and the stress of the US housing crisis. I have recovered about 1/2 of what it cost me to keep the house, which isn’t optimal but it is a hell of a lot better than before when I almost hit $0 savings for the first time in 4 years.
Living alone is a wonderful thing, not that I didn’t enjoy living with a roommate and the girlfriend but it is certainly more limiting. I am pretty well settled at this point and it seems almost like it has always been this way.
I have about a month before I go camping for a week at The Pennsic War in Pennsylvania. I am looking forward to a week away from everything. No technology, no cellphones, nothing except a few thousand crazies in the woods with swords, women, and liquor. Seems like a pretty good way to unwind. After that I will be attending PAX ’08 in Seattle, WA. For my birthday I’m going to go stay with a friend in San Francisco, CA and hopefully catch SOMETHING at The DNA Lounge.
And to wrap 2008 up, I am going to visit a friend in Edinburgh, Scotland then hop down to London (England) to hang out, hit some pubs and see Shpongle.
Next year looks almost as crazy, with my buddy getting married and having a wedding in China, and my little sister being engaged and having a wedding in Australia! I am going to turn into a little world traveler. I hope to see Japan in 2010 as well! The thought of climbing Mt. Fuji (富士山) amuses me to no end.
If that isn’t enough to do, the new Top Gear, Doctor Who and Formula 1 seasons have all started. And I’m playing Metal Gear Solid 4, which in spite of the fact that I didn’t play any of the other games I enjoy quite a lot and am almost done with it
Off to watch Top Gear Ep 2.
sorry matt, san francisco blew up. it’s not on the news channels because they blew up a refinery first, and we literally have an iron curtain preventing any news from making it out. i escape through an underground tunnel where we had to battle crazy, crazy, crazy emo demons. they cry tears of pain, matt. tears of pain.
can’t quite remember when you’re here, and that might change at any moment now that your flight booking skils have been outdueled by prairie dogs, but the 19th to 21st at the lounge looked pretty booked with acts i’ve never heard of. but if you order tickets, get two, i’ll go hang with you there for sure.
oh, and it’s spelled shpongle. no c. :)
addendum, i’m going to be email only for a couple days, grab me on that.