WindShaman

"Hangman, Hangman, Hangman,
Slack your rope a while,
I think I see my father comin' across the mile,
Father did ya bring me any silver?  Father did ya bring me any gold?  
Father did ya come ta see me, hanging from the gallows pole?
Hangin' from the gallows pole.

Hangman, Hangman, Hangman,
Slack your rope a while,
I think I see my sweetheart, comin' across the mile,
Sweetheart did ya bring me any silver?  Sweetheart did ya bring me any gold?
Honey did you come da see me hangin' from the gallows pole?
Hangin' from the gallows pole?

Yes I brought you a little silver, and I brought you a little gold,
No I didn't come da see you hangin' from the gallows pole,
Hangin' from the gallows pole."

I'm working on that continuation of "Coffee Burn" which I've been promising (literally) for years.
It's always such slow going, but this time it's turning out perfectly! (scrapped most of the old add-ons)
Being "rusty" has just made things more interesting...

Also, I decided it was best to just delete the huge backlog of deviations in my inbox, as I really want to keep up on your (my friend's) works.  Trying to wade through several hundred deviations seems to kill the chance for yours to ever receive their proper attention.  Debating keeping up with others (besides your own) at all.. we'll see.

Regular work and socializing really do make all the difference, don't they?

The highlight of my week or month just occurred.

I was walking back from the Community College campus, here in Grand Rapids.  Whilst strolling, lazily, towards a fairly busy intersection a man walked towards the same point from the opposite end of the block.  He seemed a bit odd, as he was heavy-set with crazy white hair I can assume only Einstein himself would have rivaled, and wearing a pair of blue tinted aviators.  We both stopped at the intersection, and I have to admit to being a tad nervous about the state of his mind and whether or not he'd try to strike up a conversation.  He did just that, yet it was quite one-sided, brief, and radically enjoyable.

The odd stranger turned to me, then with a greatly deliberate movement pointed his finger up to the grey-blue overcast sky, and posed a question.

"What can a cannibal do to a vampire?"

I was a tad taken aback, both by how he'd spoken to me and his topic of choice.  After struggling to come to a decision on what to do I finally decided to simply answer him.  After all, wouldn't a cannibal die in such a fight.  Suppose the cannibal somehow won, wouldn't he then become a vampire by eating their flesh and drinking their blood?

Before I could answer, in fact the moment I decided to and slightly opened my mouth, this odd stranger spoke again.

"I guess the blue-collar black Russian sorcerer knows."

The intersection had cleared of traffic, so he went forward and to the right.  I went across and to the left, where my car was.

Someone called me a blue-collar black Russian sorcerer.

I am immensely pleased.

So I'm going to begin training for a job as a Patient Care Assistant.. cool beans.
My writing... meh, what writing.  I likely won't finish anything worth sharing until my training is over, but have a few odds and ends to piece together.  Still procrastinating on the large story, but portions of it are coming together
Really excited about it, and how my job situation will be changing

Take Care Everyone!
No matter where you are, who you are (to me or to anyone/anything), may 2012 be as great for you as mine has already been!