More Butter Please

I feel spread thin these days, or at least that I am on the verge of being spread over too much toast. This feeling comes in relation to people, not work or time. It may come as a revelation to some (hopefully not a huge shock) that God has given me a huge heart for people. The reason this may come as a surprise is that my love for people is coupled with an inherent need to appear cool, in control, and stable. I think it all comes down to a fear of vulnerability and whatnot, but we will ignore that for now. Thus humor and sarcasm are my oft used allies and I come off as an insensitive jerk (back me up here Rach). But when it comes down to it I empathize strongly with people and hate to see people I care about suffering, including those I don't know well yet.

I don't know if it's the increased intimacy afforded by The House or just a swing in the cycle of life, but it seems as if there is an inordinate amount of hurting people around me right now. I feel for them more strongly than I would for my own self in similar circumstances. I feel like it is my obligation to help everyone, but I can't and so I worry that people will miss out on care.

I know I can't help everyone and I'm not saying I take the blame, but this is my heart and it hurts that I can't be there for everyone.

Houseness Confirmed

Everything is now in place. Beer. The House is now an unstoppable rebel force, poised to take over the emergent world. Beer. For lo! Mack of the Craw and Charles of Hopefully-His-Name-Is-Not-Repeated-Too-Often-In-This-Story have departed on the grandest of all journeys. Beer. Yes, it has been fortold from days of yore that two intrepid heroes would bring balance to The House through their great acts of heroicallness. Beer. And verily they have reached the land where beer flows like wine. Beer. And the flowing thereof is great. Beer.

I can't remember what I was posting about. Beer. But I'm sure it's somewhere in there. Beer.

I Apologize For This Apology...And Have Been Sacked

A thousand apologies for the lack of bloggage in the past month, but I have not been particularly inspired to post lately. I think it is because I have actually been interacting with real people in real life and have been able to share my vast yananowinky smacktohmah directly. For those of you who have not been in my direct sphere of influence this past month this is as good a reason as any to take me out for coffee (hey, it works for Matt). This includes you Rach; 1000 kms is no excuse!

Anywho, enough with the ill-conceived attempt at humor and on with the news of the dramatically altered life experience that is Chuck. And that would be nothing at all. I seem to be in somewhat of a lull of late, not that that's a bad thing, quite the opposite. I have been in a consistent place of relatively smooth sailing as I have watched others' lives crash down around them (to varying degrees of course). It reminds me of my aunt and uncle's retirement house on Denman Island (bear with me). My uncle purposely desinged an outdoor alcove into the house which protects you from the onslaught of ensuing storms (which are quite impressive by all acounts). You can stand in the alcove and watch mother nature's fury unleashed whilst sipping your hippy tea.

So here I sit watching proverbial cows flying by, drinking my grande doppio harmless skinny dry cappuccino with wings, going do da do do do do do da do do.