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Yup! After nearly 9 years of marriage, Joe and I have finally decided to make a baby. This little one is set to arrive in early March, 2012. We’re both excited, and scared out of our minds. I don’t know about Joe, but having babies was never really on my Life’s Agenda. But, neither was getting married, and that turned out all right, I suppose.

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Remember when I said back in March that I was working on another update? Funny thing about that is I didn’t finish it. Not even a little. Then I would look at that draft sitting in my Word Press Dashboard, and I would hate it, more and more each day. Then I stopped visiting my Dashboard, clinging dearly to my out-of-sight-out-of-mindness.

Will I ever finish that post? Who knows! But I will finish this one! Yay!

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Coming up with a few things to post. In the meantime, watch and learn.

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I promised myself that I wouldn’t make this blog about my weight, and my struggles with it. Well, things happened this weekend which kind of stuck with me like a burr in my brainmeats, so here it is, the Big Fat Post. And yes, I am going to use the term fat, because that is what I am. I am not obese, I am not overweight. I am Fat.

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Joe: “Would you still love me if when I got an erection, it sounded like when Mario eats a mushroom? *imitates sound effect*”

Me: “…. …. …. what?”

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This past week I’ve been battling a pretty nasty bug. I haven’t felt this bad since the last week of 2009. Why is this significant? That was the week I finally, after over 15 years of smoking, quit.

It wasn’t even really planned. There was no going to the doctor for new and amazing stop smoking aids that may or may not lead to me committing suicide. There were no support groups or 1-800 numbers called**. The only thing I did was buy some Nicorette gum and cinnamon sticks for the oral fixation thing. At the time, it wasn’t for any health consciousness, though now my lungs sing my praises. When they’re not buried under a foot of sick-phlegm, that is.

I quit smoking then, because I couldn’t breathe, yet I was still trying to smoke. No kidding. Smoking is an insane, wonderful addiction. Nothing quite like taking that first drag in the morning, mmm-mmm, with a nice, steamy cup of coffee. Or after dinner. Or after sex. Or after… having a cigarette. I wanted that, even though I knew my lungs would cry out in agony. My body wanted that instant… feeling. You can’t even describe it with any accuracy. It’s a wonderful feeling.

Joe dubbed my illness then SwineSARS, which was an apt description, if not a bit overblown. It was just a cold that was exacerbated by my smoking. And apparently my lungs had had enough, and told me as much.

I remember it clearly, as does Joe, who loves to tell the story. We were sitting on our back balcony, getting ready to have our morning cigarette on New Year’s Day, 2010. He lit a cigarette and handed it to me, ever the gentleman. I held it in my hand, watched the little curls of smoke rise from the tip, wanting it badly yet knowing how it would feel as I inhaled. It would feel like inhaling battery acid with a hydrochloric chaser. But, I stuck that bad boy between my lips and sucked down a lungful anyway, because damn it, I deserved it. I was a smoker, I wasn’t going to let a little thing like a possible lung infection slow me down!

It took all of a microsecond to send me into harsh, painful coughing. I coughed so hard I may have drooled a bit. The coughing lasted about… well, it was awhile. Memories are fuzzy on that. And you know what?

I went for another drag. I’m not kidding. As I was bringing the wonderful little cylinder of rolled tobacco and paper to my mouth, I was even thinking “What the hell are you doing?”

I stopped myself. I threw the cigarette into our ashtray and said “Fuck it! I am done!”. Joe blinked at me with early morning, New Year’s Day bleariness as I opened the sliding glass door to the apartment and finished his cigarette with agonizing ease. As he stepped into the apartment, I blurted out:

“I’m done. I’m finished. I have to quit smoking, this is ridiculous!”

And Joe, the wonderful, kind-hearted man he is, answers:

“All right. Once we’re done with this pack, I’ll quit too. We’ll do it together.”

God bless him, he didn’t sound as resolute as I did that morning, but he did it with me. I asked him to keep it quiet for a week or so, as I didn’t want to jinx it. “Hey, everybody we’ve quit smoking!”, only to have us sucking down sweet smoke the next day in a dark alley somewhere. Everyone says the first few days are the hardest. They were not the hardest for me. Perhaps I was saved that indignity by my illness at the time, but the urge for a cigarette did not really hit me until about a month after quitting. I’m not going to lie, I did have a couple puffs of a cigarette over the year, both times while with my mother, who smokes.

And both times, I couldn’t make it through one. I felt that, though I slipped up, it was a triumph. My body so badly wanted that feeling, but my lungs were like “Hell naw.” They get fresh air all day, every day now, and I don’t think they’ll ever let me go back. I can’t say I will never smoke again, because the urge is still there, constantly. After dinner. In the morning. After a trying day at work. All the times that had me running for that flip-top Box of Awesome are still there, it’s the cigarettes that are missing. And I’ll likely have these urges the rest of my life, or so I’ve heard. And that’s all right. It’s an all right trade to not stink, to be able to breathe on a regular basis, to lengthen my life span. I’ve also tried to tell myself I’m not going to be “one of those” ex-smokers, you know, the kind that huff and make faces whenever someone lights up, making a big show of walking away. Though I have found I’ve lost the stomach for the smell.

All these things help me to stay quit. Here’s to another year.

 

**I urge anyone to use these methods if they think they will help them! And I urge anyone who currently smokes to give quitting a try! It really is a wonderful thing, once you are able to succeed. Don’t get discouraged if you try and it doesn’t work out. Just find the right time in your life, and try again! Your lungs, and everyone around you day to day will thank you!

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I’ve had blogs before. I have journals and social pages. I, along with quite a lot of the rest of the world, am plastered on the internet for anyone with a search engine to find. Most of what you’d find of me (though I’m not sure why you’d search in the first place) will be bits of inanity, parts of my life, and a few pictures I now regret uploading.

I’m still not sure what I want this blog to be, but I made it because I need to write something. It is a need, really. And this will be more of a self-serving thing, somewhere for me to practice saying what I want to say. I write in bursts. I can go for months without writing a single word. The words will be there, in my thoughts, but unable to make the transition from my mind to the page, digital or otherwise. Then I will be taken over by my muse, and she’ll make me sit and write down what’s in my head. I hear from so many writers, different variations of “Don’t be afraid to suck” or “Just write something, every day.” I suppose that’s good advice, though I feel right now that’s the extent of my talent.

I write a lot of different things. I tend towards science fiction/fantasy, though I lean more towards the science fiction side. I write far too much fan fiction for various MMOs, which I tend to share only with those who play the game with me, or I feel comfortable sharing with. And that’s the big thing for me right there. I have never felt comfortable sharing my stories with the masses. It makes my stomach clench and my heart race whenever I hand something I’ve written to someone I don’t know. Now, I’m going to be sharing with a lot of peoples I don’t know, in a less controlled environment and yeah, that makes me nervous.

I’m also going to be using this blog as a sort of soapbox, as so many people do with their own personal sites. I’m becoming something of a curmudgeon at the age of 33, and I’m sure all my friends are getting sick of hearing my shit. What better way to unload shit than to shout it into the winds of the internet?

The long and short of it is, this is for me, to get back into the habit. To return to the beginning of my writing. I am contemplating adding different pages for my fiction, though I’m a bit unsure on that. I am also working on a project I started a few years back, but didn’t see through for various reasons. I think I have a good idea for it now, and am looking forward to brainstorming with some people about it. There is nothing but myself that can hold me back, really. There are so many ways to get stories to people now. It’s really amazing, and it’s really a wonderful time to be a creator of things. I’m just hoping that it will be good.

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Fandom lost an incredibly talented creator today. When I heard the news, my heart sunk, knowing that his absence will be felt for years to come. A lot of people may not have known him by name, but if you were a fan of comic books and comic related media, you likely came across his work. While I never read much Static, or any of his other Milestone comics, I did enjoy the cartoon. Of course, I also extremely enjoyed his work on the various DC Animated series and features, most notably his work on the Justice League animated series. Such wonderful stories he was able to tell in that medium. Whenever I came across him online, he was always very friendly and just a nice forum goer to come across.

Joe and I watched the new DCAU DVD, All-Star Superman, which he penned the adaptation for. Grant Morrison wrote the comic this feature was based upon, and Dwayne captured the subtle (and no so subtle, sometimes!) insanity of Morrison's writing. I enjoyed it very much, and it will be a dear addition to our collection.

Go see for yourself, the mark Dwayne left on comics. He loved the medium as much as any of us, and gave often forgotten character types a chance to shine.

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