Month: March 2016

No state income tax in TX, though they do like property tax here. Seasons depend on the zone. Um… Not sure what else my brain could be picked for that Google wouldn’t know.

I’ve lived in Texas once before, when I was just an icklegab. What I remember is that it had a huge variety in people (which we don’t get in Utah, alas), and that it was HOT and there were HUGE bugs. But, there was very little snow if any, and they pay well for tech jobs, and the housing/rental market is pretty comparable to where I live now. 

The points in favor of Texas are more opportunity, cons, thunderstorms, mexican food (my favorite), fish, and the friends I have there.

Plus armadillos and my mom’s family all lives in the area (texas, louisiana, missouri). 

BUT HEAT. AND BUGS. 

Granted, just about anywhere is better than Utah… though I am p happy right now I must admit. Good jobs really do make everything better! 

ask-hobby-nobby:

gabapple:

Me: hey Aaron should we move to Texas?

Aaron: it’s not the worst place in the world.

Why would you do this thing when you dream of moving to Western Washington. WHY.

This IS A GOOD POINT because I LOVE Washington!

I guess I am turning into an “I’m not that picky, I just want to live in a coast state because fish and other good food” person.

Texas at least has thunderstorms. That’s a huge bonus.

Washington has rain all the time which is A++

Alas, most coastal places are expensive… 

ask-hobby-nobby:

gabapple:

Me: hey Aaron should we move to Texas?

Aaron: it’s not the worst place in the world.

Why would you do this thing when you dream of moving to Western Washington. WHY.

This IS A GOOD POINT because I LOVE Washington!

I guess I am turning into an “I’m not that picky, I just want to live in a coast state because fish and other good food” person.

Texas at least has thunderstorms. That’s a huge bonus.

Washington has rain all the time which is A++

Alas, most coastal places are expensive… 

Me: hey Aaron should we move to Texas?

Aaron: it’s not the worst place in the world.

Me: hey Aaron should we move to Texas?

Aaron: it’s not the worst place in the world.

miraculoushawkdaddy:

My dear miraculers, we finally have official guidelines that should answer to many of your concerns and questions. I thank you in advance for your cooperation and once again, thanks for supporting the show so creatively.

I did, in fact, take nyquil and go to bed last night instead of trying to write… which was good because I swear my brainmeats were being boiled. And then I had a dream about my dad, who passed away almost five years ago. He shows up in my dreams on occasion and makes (very dry) commentary on what’s going on, usually, but last night I was the one who gave him advice. 

He and his band guys were trying to figure out a way to make ends meet by playing music instead of having a day job. They wanted to be rock stars, you know, so this was a legit thing. But the method they felt they had to go about it was to play backup for other people at parties… like, a live karaoke band… and then they would get to play their own songs on occasion. So people would hire them for their big fancy birthday parties and take center stage and sing terribly, while my dad and the rest of the band played. And none of them were happy. 

So he came home late one night from one of these (I guess I was in high school still for the dream), and I asked how it went and he said that he was tired. Bone-weary tired. Like doing the thing he loved was slowly killing him because it was only a shadow of what he really wanted to do… and that he no longer had time to do it because they were so busy catering to other people.

In my infinite wisdom (?!?!) I told him to make sure that he was leaving enough time for the things that he was truly passionate about. And if doing this was eating up all that time, it wasn’t worth it.

The dream ended there, because I guess I was SLEEP TALKING and Aaron was like ??? and I repeated the advice. 

Aaron: Uhh…
Me: am I sleep talking?
Aaron: yeah I think so
Me: well it’s still very good advice.
Aaron: yeah that’s true

…

So anyway. This is not to say that all day jobs are bad. On the contrary, I love mine to pieces and I think that it’s greatly helped me with my craft(s). But you absolutely must make time for those things or you won’t be happy. For my dad, it was music. For me it’s storytelling. It’s so easy to get caught up in the nonsense of every day life, but it’s vastly important to remember that your heart NEEDS you to feed it the things that make life worth living. 

I did, in fact, take nyquil and go to bed last night instead of trying to write… which was good because I swear my brainmeats were being boiled. And then I had a dream about my dad, who passed away almost five years ago. He shows up in my dreams on occasion and makes (very dry) commentary on what’s going on, usually, but last night I was the one who gave him advice. 

He and his band guys were trying to figure out a way to make ends meet by playing music instead of having a day job. They wanted to be rock stars, you know, so this was a legit thing. But the method they felt they had to go about it was to play backup for other people at parties… like, a live karaoke band… and then they would get to play their own songs on occasion. So people would hire them for their big fancy birthday parties and take center stage and sing terribly, while my dad and the rest of the band played. And none of them were happy. 

So he came home late one night from one of these (I guess I was in high school still for the dream), and I asked how it went and he said that he was tired. Bone-weary tired. Like doing the thing he loved was slowly killing him because it was only a shadow of what he really wanted to do… and that he no longer had time to do it because they were so busy catering to other people.

In my infinite wisdom (?!?!) I told him to make sure that he was leaving enough time for the things that he was truly passionate about. And if doing this was eating up all that time, it wasn’t worth it.

The dream ended there, because I guess I was SLEEP TALKING and Aaron was like ??? and I repeated the advice. 

Aaron: Uhh…
Me: am I sleep talking?
Aaron: yeah I think so
Me: well it’s still very good advice.
Aaron: yeah that’s true

…

So anyway. This is not to say that all day jobs are bad. On the contrary, I love mine to pieces and I think that it’s greatly helped me with my craft(s). But you absolutely must make time for those things or you won’t be happy. For my dad, it was music. For me it’s storytelling. It’s so easy to get caught up in the nonsense of every day life, but it’s vastly important to remember that your heart NEEDS you to feed it the things that make life worth living.