well shit, the old blog's really hopping.

did anybody ever read the hardy boys? cause as much as he used to bug me, i think i'm unfortunately like their friend Chet. now, in every Hardy Boys book, Chet would be on to some new and exciting hobby... never the same thing two books in a row. and i feel the same way. one month its ultimate frisbee... next month paintball... then maybe i'll get psyched up for short stories... then next month, its music again... then snowboarding... then riding a motorcycle... then working on a screenplay... then model trains...and if i go a month without finding some new crap to fiddle with, i'll just get back to one of the old things for a few weeks, then skip to another thing.

maybe i should pick one myself- writing. then put the rest in a hat and pick two, and those are my two official "hobbies", and everything else just forget about. shoot, don't just forget about the other stuff- sell it all off so i can't go back to it!

this is also one of the reasons i've been pretty standoffish about the whole firearms thing... i know i like to shoot, but really, i like about twenty things and do i really need a twenty-first to try and fit in every two weeks? no! i need about seventeen less things! or access to those military drugs that let you function for 22 hours a day.