Oh, god. OH, GOD.

If they elect this German Cardinal as Pope… the guy who was “forced into being a Hitler Youth…” and who went AWOL from the German army in 1945… (That’s at the END OF THE WAR) well… I’m going to go crazy. I just don’t know what I’m going to do. Seriously. I’ve already converted from Judasim to Catholicism. Am I going to have to go Episcopalian?

I mean, I’m down with the Holy Spirit, baby… but MAN. I am NOT going to even pretend to follow the teachings of some hyperconservative Nazi soldier… no matter WHAT kind of epiphany he’s had. If he’s had one. Someone clue me in. I’m jetting off some nervous energy from reading about this dude in the paper.

Birth control. BIRTH CONTROL. I’ve said it before: If you’re going to be Pro Life/Anti-Choice, then you sure as hell better be Really Really Reallly Pro Birth Control. If you’re not, just shut the fuck up because you’re a dangerous fucking hypocrite. And probably a classist, as well.

I’m awash in many little fears about the next Pope. And I don’t even believe in the whole Direct Messenger of God thing.

 

So, I had a meeting at an Ad Agency in midtown today. I thought it was with an upper-middle manager of creative. I had been talking with her for a long time, ever since she responded to a direct marketing piece that involved me, a PowerBook, and a Gorilla suit. Quite successful.

It turns out she was a Senior Partner, and the Director of Creative Management for the whole company. And this is a BIG company. AND, bless her amazing self, she invited her newly hired colleague to join us. Well, once I realized that I was meeting with some really high-end folks, I just cut loose and had fun. Professionally, of course. But I had a true blast meeting with these people. It’s one of the most storied advertising agencies in history, so I wanted them to be our client.

They’re giving us a shot in two weeks. ROCK.

 

Well, my oldest is being super-cranky this morning. My wife is of the “let him have his moods” school, while I am of the “let him have his moods, but don’t do him any favors unless he is being respectful” school. Grrr.

 

Man.

So, this is the second time I’ve had to return a PowerBook to Apple, because the trackpad is so messed up. This is a real drag. On the one hand, the Mac OS is SO much better, but on the other, the hardware tends to blow chunks. At least this time around.

Bleah.

 

Well, it’s finally spring. DAMN. That took a long time.

I threw my back out yesterday. Halfway. Normally, I’m on a cane for a week when I do this. It seems that, this time, I’m much better off. I’m trying to take it easy, take (short term), and not do myself fully in. And what did it this time? Another half-marathon? Weights?

Shit, no. I handed my daughter a whistle lanyard and said “Look, honey, it’s the color of your uniform!”

Wrench, crack. Real trouble.

The hilarious thing is: this is SO obviously stress-related. I turned down a job, hired someone new, agreed to move my office, started a second company (with a partner, which is scary)… it’s almost embarrassing how transparent this all is.

Anyway: I still think these are good things, all. Just stressful.

 

I just posted on this dude’s blog. Seems like a nice guy… he was writing about having his first kid, and how he felt that there were phases of fatherhood.

I left a comment… and thought: Heck, why not post it on my own site? Although I edited it for, like, the gazillion typos I did on his site. Apologies, Mr.

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Three phases? :-)

I think there are dozens. My oldest is 8, and I’m hitting about a Fatherhood Phase every few months.

I was talking to a childless friend of mine today… a mutual friend of ours experienced a setback with one of his kids… a condition that’s somewhat serious. This guy (the one without kids) said: “Man, that’s another reason to skip out on having kids.”

I said: “Dude. I think the craziest and most wonderful thing about having kids is how it utterly broadens the depth and breath of human experience. The highs are SO much higher, the lows are SO much lower. SO much joy. SO much worry. It’s like the bookshelf of potential just gets SO much wider.”

It made sense to me, at least.

 

Someone redid the ending of Se7en with PUPPETS.

People are just AWESOME.

 

I noticed that some changes I had made in my computer accounts hadn’t taken effect… and THEN I realized that I hadn’t restarted my computer in a couple weeks. That NEVER happens with Windows XP. OS 9 was just as bad as Windows, but I don’t even use Classic anymore

 

Sick! I’m sick!

Stress has been keeping me from falling asleep, and an unusual combination of kids sickness and spousal nightmares have been keeping me sleeping all night. My wife woke me up at 4ish this morning yelling “RIIIICH!” She had a nightmare, and needed me to rescue her from it, she said. It occurred to her in her dream that she need to call to me so I could wake her up. Pretty amazing.

Suffice it to say, I’m now scratchy-throated and wobbly. But that’s okay. I’ll go to sleep early tonight, and try to be ready to rock tomorrow.

 

So I turned down a $120,000/year job today. Then I hired someone new. Then I signed up to move my company to bigger space. Then I started full-throttle towards opening a news, secondary business that I feel could be MUCH larger than my first. Very interesting.

So here we go again. My damn entrepreneurial spirit has me launching headfirst down an uncertain road that could lead to rags, riches, or a little of both.

Yeehah.

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