The Long Weekend
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Today I drive the emotion car a little recklessly, and swerve the blog from our regular territory into the on-coming lane of feelings, so I encourage you to skip over the blog and go watch more of my videos with kittens and stuff.
Another weekend is over, gone too soon. Why is it, exactly, that weekends can end so quickly but work weeks can feel so long? Don't tell me that stuff about 'time flies when you're having fun', because that's wrong. It's gotta be something more metaphysical, like a rip in the space time continuum whereby weekends are stolen and sucked into space and weekdays are firmly rooted where they stand. It's the only situation that seems likely.
This weekend was straight-up metaphysical, though. At times, it seemed like one of the longer weekends in recent memory. Other times, it went shooting by. See, we had family in town this weekend. My Nana (my dad's mother) came down with my Aunt and Uncle, and two of their kids. It was good to be able to catch up a little, and it was good to see them all. Actually, that's not quite true -- it wasn't really good to see my Uncle Brock.
Don't get me wrong, I love my Uncle Brock. The problem is, Brock is my dad's brother. There is just enough of a resemblance that sometimes it's unpleasant. It's not doppelgängian by any stretch, but it's little things. Facial expressions and subtle movements in face muscles, that sort of thing. It wasn't bad, but it was a little unpleasant; a reminder.
It seemed especially strange while playing Rock Band (a family obsession) with them. They own Rock Band themselves, so they joined in playing, but it was unusual. I played the drums temporarily, and it suddenly hit me -- dad was a drummer. I hadn't ever thought about it before, but suddenly, I realized that had he been alive when this game came out, he would have loved to play the drums. Looking over, Brock was playing too, and looking just a bit like my dad, and it was weird in the cosmic sense of the word. I felt a little depressed. I feel a little depressed now.
But it's back to the work week. Progress waits for no man.
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Another weekend is over, gone too soon. Why is it, exactly, that weekends can end so quickly but work weeks can feel so long? Don't tell me that stuff about 'time flies when you're having fun', because that's wrong. It's gotta be something more metaphysical, like a rip in the space time continuum whereby weekends are stolen and sucked into space and weekdays are firmly rooted where they stand. It's the only situation that seems likely.
This weekend was straight-up metaphysical, though. At times, it seemed like one of the longer weekends in recent memory. Other times, it went shooting by. See, we had family in town this weekend. My Nana (my dad's mother) came down with my Aunt and Uncle, and two of their kids. It was good to be able to catch up a little, and it was good to see them all. Actually, that's not quite true -- it wasn't really good to see my Uncle Brock.
Don't get me wrong, I love my Uncle Brock. The problem is, Brock is my dad's brother. There is just enough of a resemblance that sometimes it's unpleasant. It's not doppelgängian by any stretch, but it's little things. Facial expressions and subtle movements in face muscles, that sort of thing. It wasn't bad, but it was a little unpleasant; a reminder.
It seemed especially strange while playing Rock Band (a family obsession) with them. They own Rock Band themselves, so they joined in playing, but it was unusual. I played the drums temporarily, and it suddenly hit me -- dad was a drummer. I hadn't ever thought about it before, but suddenly, I realized that had he been alive when this game came out, he would have loved to play the drums. Looking over, Brock was playing too, and looking just a bit like my dad, and it was weird in the cosmic sense of the word. I felt a little depressed. I feel a little depressed now.
But it's back to the work week. Progress waits for no man.
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