I feel like I’ve been a bad blogger in November. I haven’t shared much with you of a personal nature. This is perhaps a mistake on my part, but I can safely say that I have felt busy, busy, busy, and if I get something in my blog daily, I usually feel good about it. But it hasn’t had its usual theraputic effect in the last couple weeks.

Perhaps I should gush about what’s up? I’m really, really happy with the way things are going recently.

Work finally stabilized. Servers work the way they are supposed to, I’m not spending all of my time putting out fires. I walk out frustrated some days, and I have defintely been more prone to crabbiness when I’m in the office, but I think that’s mostly because I’ve been extremely productive and I still can’t get everything done. I’m OK with that, most of the time, but I really would like a chance to teach this online course, uninterrupted by the petty distractions. I need to start closing the door and blasting my music more. But that would admittedly be bad for officemate Jess. Teaching online is awesome, but I want more time to work on it. It’s a major time consumer.

DSI is amazing. I just finished the second of two level 101 classes that blew my mind. They were two completely different animals, very different chemistries, but I could not have enjoyed them more. I think I did one of the stronger workshops on beats that I’ve done in a 101 class, and this currciulum is starting to feel solid and really good. The one thing that needs more addressing, and I will devise exercises for it in Week 3, I think, is getting people to play real, and play hard, in the scene. Committing to being ultra-real. I’ve been letting that slide in 101, thinking that the best place to address that is 202. I may be wrong. I’m really jealous of Porter, who will inherit one hell of a 202 class. He’s going to have a total blast with them.

Home life is wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. I’d imagine that I frustrate Heidi more than she frustrates me, because I’m way more inconsiderate and not a whole lot bothers me. She’s wonderful in every way. She lets me get away with just about anything, as long as I paint the trim and hang a few pictures. I cook on occassion, which is something I really never did as a bachelor, and I’m keeping my things more straight than I ever did before. I mean, even my cave, the one room of the house over which Heidi holds no dominion, is neat and the comics are organized. My mother will probably die of shock when she reads this.

Those two kitties make me super-happy. I’m such an old cat lady. As a 28-year-old male.

I’ve struck up some wonderful new friendships in the last couple months, I’m hanging around with some people that I look forward to calling friends in the coming months, and I don’t feel like any of the old friends have disappeared.

My own creativity is up-and-down, depending on my sleep or lack thereof, but I’ve done some things in the past month or two that I am proud of, artistically, and I have some projects on the docket that are new for me. I’ll be in a sketch show in December, I’m working towards a visual art campaign, and I’m a ninja, now, too. Awesome.

Bliss. I’m a bliss ninny.