fried day.

manliness.
that's what this kind of thing looks like to me.
burly lumberjacks and knit caps and beards.
and flannel, mutha-uckas.
paul bunyan type sh!t.
plus, you get to axe-chop everything the f* up,
and it usually goes flyin' all over the place,
broken limbs and logs and bark everywhere, ya'll.
smashing and making a mess with a dangerous tool.
that's extremely relevant to berserker barbarian livin'.
if the trees are dried and ready, no b!tch-sap oozes out, either.
i've been lucky to harvest standing seasoned timber from the woodsly goodness.
it burns good. and hard. and long.
chopping tree trunks gives me wood.
...for my fire.
and that's dope.
blazing barbarian bonfires give me a boner.
no pun this time;
seriously,
i love 'em.

normally, today is my day off,
but i've got a heaping helping of hurt to disperse into the world all day.
i've gotta get busy on tatblastin' 3 clients,
and believe me, as slow as it's been, i'm psyched to have 'em.
a t-shirt to design for my daughter's birthday party,
(that's right, it's like going to a concert, but with treat-bags and cake)
some rockclimbing picture thing to start,
AND some sh!tty no-budget bad horror movies to watch.
after i make somethin' delcious for dinner, of course.
yep.
that's a full one, for sure.

sometimes,
people's tastes change up, y'know?
and the people change as a result.
other times,
people's tastes stay the same,
and the people change anyway.
people change.
everything changes.
and nothing changes.
you can't make anyone turn awesome, 
or like awesome stuff,
or even go back to when they used to.
like strangers you recognize, an' that. 
everything changes, and nothing changes.
how many people, and places, and things that are way different than they were,
are any better for it, though?
not a lot.
that's so weird, but also so true.
i guess it's important to find a way to be about what you're about,
and also keep evolving into a better version of yourself-
-not just a different one.
i'm still trying to grow.
bigger and better,
changing everything and nothing.
not some stranger you used to know,
but someone you know who just gets stranger.
not newer and different and worse,
but old and improved but familiar.

i'm still about sh!t.
for what it's worth.
and worthiness is one of the things i'm about.
so i'm taking this season to appreciate all kinds of things.
like antique hinges AND hobbits.
there's definitely more than enough room for both.
and what with all this late-season growing i'm hoping for,
i may even be able to fit some banjos AND some big-haired metal, too.
side-by-side.
all kinds of histories, my ninjas.
they're ALL relevant.
an ever-expanding ghost circle.
never quiet, never soft....