Holy shit, did I not realize how much I took central air for granted. I’m sweating my nuts off right now in the computer room, where the AC in the living room does not touch and all I have keeping me from melting into a bloody and fleshy puddle is a big-ass oscillating fan that is practically on top of me and threatens to render me deaf.

I really should take out out lappy and go sit in the living room and write, but I’m so lazy. Of course, I’m so hot, too. Which will win — laziness or mother nature?

Tune in next time to find out!

JAB

So, it’s been some time since I’ve given any real updates full of precious substantiality. There have been several reasons for this, none of which I really feel like going on about. But I think I may be back.

The biggest bit of news in the world of Josh Bales is that I finally moved out of my parents’ and into my own place. Yep, I’m now officially a resident of Huber Heights. I’ve got a decent two-bedroom apartment, with furniture, walls, floors, and even ceilings! It’s a veritable Eden. I call it my “Domicile of Doom.” So I guess technically I should call it my “Dark Eden.” (Now that’s a sweet name.) I’ll take some pictures of it and post them sometime in the near future, once I get settled in.

Sometime in June I plan on having a little celebration (no, not that kind of Celebration, though that would be sweet) which pretty much everybody is invited to. I’ll post more details as I invent them. It should be entertaining, or at the very least mildly diverting.

Expect more blogging in future from me. My writing output is slowly gearing up again, so I’ll talk about that with more frequency. And honestly, the narcissistic side of me just sort of misses it. I like blathering on about myself (and bitching — I loves to bitch), and I just plain like stringing words together to form ideas.

Now for comments: I’ll try to strike a balance with the commenting system where people can post without having to register, ’cause that it way more convenient, but I don’t get inundated with hundreds of spam comments a day. That seriously pisses me off and is part of what drove me away from doing this in the first place.

So yeah. I’m back.

JAB

I ordered a new pair of new sneakers tonight. Aren’t they purty?

I’ve never owned a pair of New Balance before. They look cool, and they’re wicked comfortable, so I have high hopes that I won’t be bitterly disappointed. Plus, I think Sarah swears by them, maybe, so that’s got to count for something, right?

This marks the first pair of new sneakers I’ve bought in several years — and the first pair of non-white shoes (aside from my Sketchers) I’ve owned since the black pair of All Stars I wore to death in high school. Those shoes — which I only paid like ten dollars for then, not the outrageous 40 to 60 dollars I seem them sell for now — were quite literally worn till they fell apart. After they served as my regular shoes they metamorphed into my work shoes. At the time I was working at Wendy’s, and my All Stars accumulated a horrendous amount of grease and other archtypical fast-food-related foulness upon them. One day, the toe of one of the shoes began to slightly curl up. Soon, this curling had grown to stupid proportions. I looked like a fucking hobo, and not really wanting to, I finally threw those shoes away. Shortly thereafter I quit the fast-food biz for good, looking for sunnier pastures elsewhere. A couple of months later I discovered the wonderful world of retail, and began developing film at Meijer, where I could wear whatever goddamn shoes I wanted without fear of them getting filthy. Little did I know that I’d be developing film for the next six years.

But that’s a story for another day.

JAB