Text blogging.
OK, I know I switched everything around and this is "The Product" now. But damn, that last texty binge felt good. I'm a writer at heart and this journal style really appeals to me. So manifesto be damned, I'm gonna do this more and more.

But I'll still vlog too.

My mom's healthiness.
So, last fall, my mom almost died. I don't mean to be blunt, but that's the truth, and I had several meltdowns on this site, which I erased along with everything else I'd ever written here, because I felt everything was getting too personal. I always intended this to be just a comedy blog afterall. Ho hum. Anyway, my mom was so buzzed when I last talked to her. Her last doctor's appointment was really fantastic; he told her that every time he sees her, she's doing exponentially better, which is crazy since when she was in intensive care, he didn't expect at all for her to make it. She's been getting out of the house, making social calls, and that's just awesome.

Driving home from work.
When I was a kid, my parents rarely went anywhere after dark. My most memorable after-dark times in a car were on Christmas Eve. We'd go to my aunt and uncle's house, my dad would leave sometime after dinner, and my mom and I would stay until everyone else had gone. Then my uncle (a US Postal worker, no doubt) would drive us home. It was always quiet in the car. The dash was well illuminated, and the radio was tuned to some quiet, unfamiliar station. Now I listend to KUMD on my trip home, and I get the exact same feeling. I almost expect to see stacks of presents under a tree when I get home. But alas, the only excitement is maybe a blinking light on the answering machine and you, dear Internet. I love you so much.

Lifting stuff.
My god, I love lifting heavy objects at work. Which I do all afternoon. I fill them sacks with mail and I lift 'em. I always volunteer to drag around "cans" (huge canisters of mail that weigh 470 pounds empty) whenever I get the chance. It's like being payed a whole shitload of money to go to the gym. Tonight someone gave me a T-shirt and I was told that this person never gives anyone anything without begrudging it; so I must have impressed him. That's awesome. I will lift and throw as much as I can. When I was a college student, working in factories to finace my way toward a liberal arts education, I promised myself that I would never do blue collar work, because that's what everyone in my family does. But it turns out that I like it very much, plus I'm working with lots of liberal arts majors. See, you don't have to be a rocket scientist to do postal work, but you do have to be quite intelligent to get the job in the first place. This means you are surrounded by people who are very smart, but just want to have a job they can be well compensated for and then go home and enjoy their lives. I work hard and I am well compensated. I enjoy my life. What more can I ask for?
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