In auspicious resolution

After two-and-a-half years of living in Pittsburgh we finally went and got a parking permit today, a devastatingly painless process considering how inept the rest of the public services of this city seem to be. And such a polite office worker after I was three-quarters expecting to be accosted by flames or offered the permit only after I made a grave sacrifice to Steely McBeam. I guess you can’t lose them all(?).

I have wanted to write in here regularly for a while now but I feel like I’ve severed my continuity at this point–with no escalating burn how can anything feel contiguous? I have rectified this dilemma by deciding that soon I will go through my entire life and write a brief “up-until-now” entry! Surely, this is the only way to make the mundane machinations of my daily life seem like they are of any importance to anyone or myself.

Today all the kids are back from break with freshly destroyed laptops. As the User Services Specialist it is my duty to tell them that they are useless humans in the nicest way possible, while exhausting every resource at my disposal to ensure their machines magically are restored to the condition they were in before idiots starting pounding on them. It is an often futile process punctuated only by the most occasional smattering of thanks or praise. Surely the tall Kenyan professor who told me “I’m not gay or anything but I love you man” would fall into this category. I’m not gay or anything, but I love him too.

Happy two-thousand-and-nine, everyone. My diary’s gone from newborn to grade-schooler in the bat of an eyelash. I’m just occasionally regretful I haven’t been here for all of its birthdays.