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Mar. 2nd, 2009 04:45 pm
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Company benefits meeting this afternoon. Highlights include:
  • Cancelling the 401k matching
  • 10% pay cuts in July
  • Shift vacation to the first half of the year
  • Potential change of work schedules
  • Additional costs to the insurance plan

All in all, not the catastrophe that some folks have enjoyed, but still not good news.

Oh yay.

Feb. 25th, 2009 10:44 pm
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First the bad news: It seems my former father-in-law is following me (and two other people) on Twitter, where I occasionally submit 140-character diatribes about his daughter when she's being terrible or I'm feeling surly. Also, he's not fond of swearing. I don't have any reason to censor myself for him, but he's someone I generally respect even if his daughter caused no end of heartache and pain. *Sigh*

Then, some good news: TV is mounted to the wall (my ex's decision to claim my drill (owned prior to the marriage) as part of her half of the marital assets was the subject of an irate tweet), functioning, and connected to a shiny new Wii. I haven't had a console in nearly ten years. Any suggestions on games? I'll post my Mii code tomorrow (possibly) or Friday (more likely--tomorrow's busy).

Also, I got a call offering me a part as Marryin' Sam in Li'l Abner in West Memphis, which should be a lot of fun--actually a lot more fun than some of the shows that I actually auditioned for and got rejected.

Three days of vacation end today. Two day workweek, then another weekend! Whee!

UPDATE: 2015 2659 1198 3806, y'all.
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So on a whim I checked prices to go visit [livejournal.com profile] antiquated_tory and [livejournal.com profile] phonemonkey at the end of March, and they were more than reasonable.
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Slow week! Time to spice things up by fabricating (positive) stories!

Y'all should know how this works by now: Comment (screened) with something both untrue and lovely about somebody else, and in a day or two I'll reveal your brightest secrets! And remember, the more lies you tell, the happier everyone around you will be.

Examples from the last go-round here, if you forgot how to lie.
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Busy day, filled with zero affection. I trust that those of you with sweeties are at least being nice to 'em.
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Anyone up for a FOTC roadtrip to St. Louis April 30? Anyone?
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You may have heard. Dr. Trent Pierce was seriously injured when a bomb exploded in or near his car yesterday morning in West Memphis.

I knew the guy. When I lived in midtown and worked in West Memphis, he was the closest thing you could call to my doctor, although I almost never go to the doctor--I think I saw him more frequently socially than as a physician--he'd come to plays in town, he went to the same church as my then-girlfriend, and you'd run into him at the occasional charity fundraiser. Realistically, he was the only doctor in West Memphis with a family practice--nearly everyone in town knew him, and as far as I know everyone in town liked him. Great bedside manner, affable, easy to talk to.

Needless to say, the hospital they took him to isn't exactly safe. Hopefully they'll bear that in mind and actually post someone at the door. He'll never make a full recovery, unfortunately, but here's hoping for the best for him.
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A few friends, knowing my marital situation, have offered to fix me up with their single friends. To that end, Tuesday night before my divorce was finalized I had my first "date" with someone that a friend of mine from high school ("Friend 0") set up. I picked her up at her home, and she was attractive, a little funny, charming; not necessarily the girl of my dreams, but pleasant enough company for an evening out. It went fairly well, up until the time that it became apparent that I was Not Yet Divorced (although I WOULD be in a whopping ten hours), whereupon she freaked--apparently my Friend 0 failed to mention that little tidbit about my background, and she thought she was going out with someone with no baggage whatsoever. Her last words at the end of the night ended up being, "I'm not even hugging a married guy."

Fast forward to Monday of this week. Said date ("Friend 1") invites me to a party at her house in a couple of weeks, specifying that she'd prefer it if I "came as a friend of hers," which isn't a problem, but after I accept the invitation, she casually suggest that I "friend" someone else she knows on facebook, suggesting that we'd "hit it off," which is a secret code for something I'm sure. I look at Friend 2's profile, and while I don't find her in any way attactive, and we seem to have little in common aside from living in Atlanta at some point in our lives, I go ahead and add her, because I'm a generally nice guy like that, adding a note that Friend 1 had suggested I do so.

Now Friend 1 has a clear conscience, and Friend 2 is internet stalking me, commenting inanely on every picture I post to Flickr, and every public note I post to Tumblr or Twitter. Is that a thing? Because now I'm irritated at both Friend 1 for trying to dump me off on someone else and Friend 2 for just being a creepy stalker, and am not particularly inclined to show up at the festivites (which I'd been kinda looking forward to at invite time) at all.
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A bunch of y'all know this already, but for those who aren't on the text messaging lists, Twitter, or facebook, I'm divorced as of about 9:30 this morning.

From CPBS:

Jan. 5th, 2009 08:45 pm
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I shared this on Google reader months ago, but it's a message that bears repeating:

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One of my resolutions is essentially to be more creative. To that end, I'm trying to make something new every day. Not everything will be worth bloggin' about, though most of it will turn up online in one form or another. Today I thought I'd have some fun with time-lapse photography, at least until the battery ran out on the camera.

A simple stop motion test from Randal Cooper on Vimeo.
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One load of laundry washed
Christmas tree disassembled
DVDs put into storage boxes
Breakfast made

Kickin' this years ass, so far.
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Let's get the boring part of the introspection over with:

Since my marriage fell apart mostly during 2008, it would be remiss of me to not take an honest look at my own failings as a spouse to see where things went wrong. Mrs. Cwabs was adamant that the failure of our marriage was not her fault, even as she was buying my replacement vacations and siphoning funds out of our bank account for her own entertainment.

Taken as a sports statistic, I've got a consistent losing record: at BEST one for eight or twelve or whatever number of relationships I've had that didn't end with my companion getting bored with me and finding someone more exciting. That's true for lots of folks, I guess. The exception to the losing record is an instance of my acting in my own self-interest, which is where the problem lies. Success in relationships is generally measured by how selfish you can act with your partner. If you're fortunate enough to land someone giving and nurturing, while you remain an outright dick, you've succeeded and they've failed. This is especially true for guys, where dominance and self-interest are valued traits in a prospective mate.

Apathy is doom. My unwillingness to get excited is probably the single thing that most caused the failure of my marriage. I don't think that's true of all relationships, however. Yes, Mrs. Cwabs LOVED crisis and strife, even as she claimed to be non-confrontational. Watching her attempts to poke at me with one hand and embrace me with the other post-marriage make it very clear, but dwelling on her failings is not the point of this. Therefore:

My failings as a husband as expressed by my wife and evidenced by her choice of replacement:
  • I made her choose between marijuana and me
  • I worried more about paying the bills than about having a good time
  • I was not affectionate enough with our children
  • I was antisocial
  • I did not do my share of housework, or yardwork
  • I allowed our house to fall somewhat into disrepair
  • I wasn't supportive of her theatrical ambitions
  • I was boring in the sack
  • I didn't accept her children as my own
  • I was jealous of her friendships
  • I objected to her attending Burning Man
  • I allowed her car to fall into disrepair, and did not buy her a new one when asked
  • I'm sure there's more.

Looking over the list, I realize again that I was married to a child, who didn't want a husband as much as a daddy. Maybe in the future I'll actually get a partner instead of a surly teenager.
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2008 in Facial Hair:
  • Mustache (normal)
  • Mustache (handlebar)
  • Goatee
  • Clean-shaven
  • Two weeks' growth
  • Mustache & mutton chops
  • Clean-shaven
  • One weeks' growth
  • Clean-shaven

2008 States Visited:
I need an actual vacation
Does Alaska seem kinda...squished? It's so Sarah Palin can see Russia better! (Thanks Google Chart API)

Some meaningless statistics:
  • Twitter followers: 227
  • Twitter entries: 2057 and counting
  • Twitter "grade:" 95.1
  • What does the .1 stand for? No idea
  • Facebook friends: 258
  • Number of those who would actually lend me money: Maybe 20
  • ...to get me out of jail: Maybe 1
  • Photos on Flickr: 1539
  • Vacation days this year: 6.875
  • Weight lost before distractions set in: 30 lbs
  • Weight gained back: 25 lbs
  • Record at Blue Monkey Trivia, where earning some money counts as a win in my book: 3-2
  • Number of times one of my pithy one-liners has been quoted in the Memphis Flyer: At least 3
  • Number of songs memorized for shows: 8

2008 stage productions seen:
  • Anything Goes
  • Under Shelton Laurel
  • The Wedding Singer
  • Topdog/Underdog
  • Lysistrata and The Death of Cupid
  • High School Musical
  • Dirty Rotten Scoundrels
  • The Compleat Female Stage Beauty
  • Room Service
  • The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee
  • West Side Story
  • Orson's Shadow
  • The Producers
  • I Hate Hamlet
  • A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum
  • Little Shop of Horrors
  • Sister Myotis: Church Retreat
  • Air Heart
  • Avenue Q
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Things lost in 2008:
  • Wife
  • Kids
  • Retirement account
  • Sleep
Things learned in 2008:
  • I'm pretty much a chump
  • Life isn't even remotely fair
  • When a black guy runs for President, you find out rather quickly which of your friends are closet racists
Things accomplished in 2008:
  • Car: Paid off
  • Separation, and most of the financial and legal whatnot that surrounds it
  • The Memphis Barbecue Map
  • Having my sense of humor somewhat validated via favrd
  • Plays
    1. The Underpants
    2. Little Women
    3. Sweeney Todd
  • fancycwabs.com, your online resource for all things fancycwabs

Things tried for the first time in 2008 (Worthwhile Restaurant Division):
  • Las Delicias
  • Muddy's Bake Shop
  • Banh Mi at Indochina
  • Noodle Doodle Do

Movies on the Big Screen in 2008 (not quite in order):
  • Cloverfield
  • There Will Be Blood
  • Jumper (ew)
  • Persepolis
  • National Treasure: Book of Secrets
  • No Country For Old Men
  • Iron Man
  • Speed Racer
  • Prince Caspian
  • Indiana Jones and The Kingdom of The Crystal Skull
  • The Incredible Hulk
  • Get Smart
  • WALL-E
  • Hellboy II
  • The Dark Knight
  • Tropic Thunder
  • Quantum of Solace
  • The Animation Show 4
  • Twilight
  • Synechdoche, NY
  • Doubt