A Quarter Of A Year

No updates in three and a half months? He must be mad, mad I tell you!

Truth to be told, not all that much interesting has happened. I quit my job. I moved from Omaha to the Quad Cities. The transmission bottomed out on my truck. I've read a lot of books, seen a lot of films, and written a lot of stories.

The neglect of my two blogs and the relative apathy with which I now make this post have me wondering -- why do people bother to read these things in the first place? People's lives are boring. You have no problems that a million other people haven't already had. There is no experience, however odd it may seem, that is unique to you and you alone.

Will I continue posting? Possibly, if something strikes me as post-worthy or I need to get away from a project for a few minutes. I realize I haven't answered my own question about why people bother to read blogs from above, and that's because I have no answer. Even with the reasons I've outlined, I still bother to read them, too.

Strange world.

Wednesday The Thirteenth Is Upon Us.

Which, really, means fuck all.

I really like October. Halloween has always been my favorite holiday, and I don't even eat candy. For some reason, I just like the atmosphere that permeates the holiday. As commercial as they try to make Halloween, I don't think they'll ever be able to suck the feeling out of it like they did with Christmas (funfact: Christmas is my least favorite holiday).

Unfortunately, though, October usually heralds the return of my chronic bronchitis. I'm starting to feel a tad ill even now, but I've been pushing fluids like mad. I so do not want to get sick, especially since I'm going out of town this weekend, and I'm doing all of the driving. I should probably just bite the bullet and get some meds it, but I really hate taking medicines. I feel that the body needs to fight off infections on its own first, and if that doesn't work, then I can load myself up with antibiotics.

Trust me. I used to be a medic.

Sorry if this is disassociated -- I'm definitely struggling with a fever right now.

Floating through the ether

When I was younger, I had myself convinced that adulthood would be strange and interesting. It turns out that it's a bit boring and routine, with occassional showers of weird.

This week has gone along much as they all do -- edit, listen to music, do the hour commute, eat, watch TV, talk to the wife. One day has really been no different than the day before, or the day after. I used to think that the routine would be comforting, that knowing where I had to be when would make everything easier.

It is easier. But it's also boring.

I have a bachelor party to go to this weekend, though. If I know me, it won't just be a shower of weird. It'll be a downpour.

Deja-Vu For Beginners

Imagine that you're sitting in your comfortable chair, reading a book you're sure you've never read before. The more you read this book, the more you notice certain passages are very familiar. It's getting so you can figure out what's on the next page before you finish the one you're on. You flip back to the front cover -- Am I sure I've never read this before? Nope, the book just came out yesterday. But everything is so very familiar, you know you've read it all somewhere before.

Well, that's basically how you could describe my job. As I mentioned in my bio, I'm an editor for a national computer magazine, which means I read articles all day long. The problem is, I've worked here for over a year, and I've noticed that a lot of the articles are exactly the same. Sure, they're written by different people, and come across my desk at different times, but I'm coming to the conclusion that they're all the same article, slightly rewritten and sent to me to edit.

Maybe it's all a test, and once I tell someone that I've been reading the same article since last June, the walls will fall away like cheap setpieces, and I'll find out that I've been a candidate in a secret government program to see how long normal humans can withstand the soul-crushing boredom that has been inflicted on me for the last sixteen months.

Or, you know, perhaps there isn't that much to say about motherboards.

Either way, I do like my job, believe it or not. Even when I'm fighting off the sleep demons so that I can finish working on the article I have in front of me.

The Nightmare Begins -- Intro

Welcome, children, welcome. I am JohnnySix, your host for the ensuing festival of insanity. During our time together, I'll share thoughts and insights on whatever catches my eye and what appens in my life. Sometimes, though, I'll just rant for no reason, so be warned.

I'll start by telling you a little about the man that is JohnnySix -- I'm in my mid-twenties and have a Bachelor of Science in Journalism (which is the most pointless degree ever). I work as an editor for a national computer magazine. I also write novels, of which one has been published and the second is in negotiations. I sleep rarely, if ever, and I may actually be criminally insane.

Comments will always be welcome, should you feel like posting them. I'll do my best to get back to anyone who posts a question.

And now, sit back, relax, and enjoy the onslaught of words that defines my life.