Fibtastic...

'For the first time in the tiny island's history, not one, but two of Ralia's youths had been Called. The resulting firestorm of celebration, debauchery, and rumor-mongering had basically ground the economy to a complete standstill. The Elders didn't press the issue. It doesn't help your authority to tell people to get back to work and have them laugh in your face. But not everyone was happy about the two new Lords Emergent.'
'The envious contented themselves with inventing puerile Domains for the new Lordlings, like the Lord of Outhouses or the Lord of Eyebrows. The fearful, on the other hand, whispered in dark corners about those Lords whose Domains were wholly dreadful. There were even some whisperings about the tyranny of Kioran, the Mad Lord who enslaved nearly half of the world when the Elders were young. But none of their concerns compared to those of the mother whose twin sons were the ones Called.'

The Lords quadrilogy is an idea I had the other day in a dream, and I decided to not let it sit like I usually do. From time to time, I'll flesh out different parts of the world on here to help me keep it fresh. The saga of the twin Lordlings will send them out into the world to discover their destiny, but of course their fate is a relatively small issue. Like all good sagas, the fate of the world/society/mankind is all wrapped up together. Each Lord has their own Domain, which can be a facet of the natural world, an attribute of some kind, or even an abstract concept. I can't wait to unearth it all...

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P.S. I'm writing this post in my evening Database Design class. You really notice two people not showing up when there's only a five person enrollment...

Upheaving...

Ah, how much can change betwixt posts...

For those I haven't spoken to, the horrific MRI I described found absolutely nothing wrong with my knee. So why does it hurt? It seems its just a muscle/tendon/ligament/something imbalance that just creates inflammation and tenderness. The way to fix something like this is physical therapy sessions ad infinitum, which predictably, I have failed to schedule. Instead, I have elected to punish myself at the gym with ridiculous scheduled workouts including an inordinate amount of time on the treadmill. The twisted concept in my brain is that my problem will clear up if I lose weight. The validity of this theory? Doubtful...but it least it keeps me out of the Doctor's office.

The living situation has become a farce at this point. Negotiations to buy a condo fell apart, and the strikingly perfect apartment I found was snatched away by my spotty credit history. So, you may find me at my hotel room most days, with discarded takeout wrappers and garbage bags filled with laundry surrounding me. I feel like I'm throwing money away, but when I consider that the room includes heat/hot water/electricity/phone/cable/high-speed internet/maid service, it doesn't seem half bad. And the food bill is not too bad because I'm down to one meal a day mostly.

And...I was fired from the car dealership! It was a very odd firing, mainly consisting of a "We don't want you to work here anymore" speech. Everyone asks me what the reason was, but there doesn't really seem to be any. Anyway, it felt awesome, like a donkeyload of bricks evaporating off of my shoulders. Freedom! My money situation is pretty decent, so I'm probably not gonna look for anything new until after classes end in December. I've got like 6 leads of places to go, so I'm not worried. And if I wanted to stay in the car business, you could make that half the dealerships in CT.

The free time is going to take a little bit of getting used to. My schedule has adjusted to a largely nocturnal emphasis, with a dawn bedtime and a noon wake-up. And I've been watching way too much television. There are several insipid show characters I'd cheerfully throttle if I had the opportunity. Time to get a hobby, maybe. Shrunken heads, anyone?!

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P.S. Now if I could just make a living by being shady. I mean, outside of being a car guy...