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December, 2004

  1. The long and winding post…

    December 17, 2004 by Collin

    Tomorrow marks the six month anniversary of the first movie that Heather and I went to together. Actually, we saw two movies that night. And a third the following day.

    The first movie was ‘Dodgeball’. Not exactly a normal date movie, but it wasn’t a normal date.

    Heather is the sister of Derek, my friend and long time coworker. She and I had only been around each other a few times prior to that night, always in group settings (Derek’s wedding, Andy’s wedding, a couple of game nights at their parents’ house, karaoke once). When we were around each other we didn’t interact beyond the most basic of social niceties, due at least in my part to shyness.

    What finally brought us to each other’s attention was blogs. Seriously. In mid-February Derek had announced to me that he was setting up a blog, and if he was then I was too*. He’s always been pretty good at talking me into doing something that I don’t particularly want to to do, with the notable exception of playing hockey. So two days after his first post, I posted mine. A couple of weeks later he was talking about how amused his sister was with our sites and I said something along the lines of, “Didn’t you say that Heather liked to write? You should talk her into starting her own blog.” So he did, and she started “Matted Spam.”

    For the next few months the three of us were our most regular readers and comment providers. During this time I found myself looking forward to Heather’s comments the most. She and I were also chatting in AIM and we were both finding that we had many things in common. One of those things was a love of movies**.

    We had been chatting about movies that were coming out and one of us mentioned ‘Dodgeball’. We both agreed that it looked like a very funny movie and I found myself asking her if she would like to see it with me that Friday night, with perhaps dinner beforehand. She said she would love to go to the movies and dinner. We worked out the details and then all that was left was the waiting.

    Okay, while writing this I’ve been trying to avoid mentioning one very important detail. Longtime readers, family, or people who have dug through our archives already know this, but in case you didn’t: Heather is married. Many years ago I had sworn to myself that I wouldn’t get involved with a woman who was in any kind of relationship. Someone had done that to me and my long time girlfriend (and mother of my two children) and I fully intended to never be like that guy. I knew how painful it was, and how hard it was to get through. Yet…

    I told myself, and anyone else who inquired, that this movie night was just two friends getting together and nothing more. I like movies; she likes movies. Sure, we flirted a bit back and forth on AIM and in comments, but I was certain it was harmless. At least on her part. I knew that deep down I was falling for her and that I shouldn’t be. But I wasn’t going to let her know, for several reasons.

    The main reason was because I didn’t want to lose the friendship that we had started. I tend to overanalyze things and run through as many possible scenarios as I can for a given situation and I then latch on to the worst possible one as most likely. Using that same process I figured that I was reading everything that had gone on between us totally wrong and that I was alone in my feelings. If I told her how I was feeling I would be totally rebuffed and that would also lead into my other fear. What would her family, and especially Derek (since I work with him) think after they heard about the feelings that I had for their married daughter/sister? I couldn’t see it turning out good any way I looked at it.

    So it was just going to be a dinner/movie date and that was it.

    I picked Heather up at her parents’ house, said “Hi” to her mom awkwardly (fortunately her dad was working), certain that my face was betraying how I felt, especially when I saw how lovely Heather looked. It’s not that I drooled or anything that obvious. But all the same.

    Our first stop was Gunther Toody’s where we had dinner and chatted for awhile. Mostly about movies, blogs, and stuff like that. I can’t recall everything because my mind was going in so many circles it’s amazing that it didn’t drill itself out my skull.

    After dinner we made it to the movie, got popcorn and drinks, found our seats and watched the film. I was very conscious of how close she was, sitting next to me. She felt so comfortable that I didn’t want the movie to end. But it did of course.

    During the ride back to her parents’ house we were talking about how much we liked the movie, and the conversation turned to “Starsky & Hutch” which also starred Ben Stiller and how I needed to see it. We both decided that we weren’t ready for the evening to end and that we should see another movie.

    When we got back to the house Heather told her mom our revised plans, and although “Starsky & Hutch” was playing at the dollar theater, it had already started so we were going to have to choose a different movie. After a bit of discussion we agreed upon “The Terminal” which was playing at the theater we had just left. So off we went again. Lord knows what her mom thought of it all.

    While we were waiting for the movie to start we were chatting. You could have cut the tension with a knife, and I couldn’t tell if it was all on my part. But I wasn’t certain, and I wasn’t about to say anything unless I was positive that she felt as I did. At some point during our conversation we started talking a bit about how we felt about one another and it turned out that we were both afraid of the same things. Heather confessed that she cared more for me than she probably should, considering she was married. She was afraid that I didn’t feel the same way about her, and that I only saw her as Derek’s sister. I quickly assured her that I cared far more for her than just as my friend’s sister. All the while my mind had resumed its spin as I wondered what would happen next, now that the first step had been taken and was met with acceptance rather than rejection.

    Then the movie started, and we held hands through the entire thing.

    We both agreed afterward that we were going to take it slow and see where things went.

    I won’t go into any more detail other than to say that Derek figured out something was up between us first and he didn’t kick my ass like I was expecting; Heather’s husband left her within a couple weeks of our first date; and her family and I helped get the house they had been renting cleaned up and helped her move her stuff into her own apartment. There’s a lot more to all of that, but I’m content to leave it in the past.

    Things have finally calmed down and we are getting along quite well. I’m happier with Heather than I’ve been in years. I originally thought that if we could make it past three months that we would have a chance. Now that we are a day away from six months I’m hoping for a lifetime. I feel that she both compliments me and completes me in so many unexpected and necessary ways, and I intend to do everything I can to keep things fresh and interesting between us. It’s not going to be easy (I didn’t have the best “relationship” role models when growing up), but she’s worth it.

    I love her with all my heart.



    * I had already been considering it for some time, I just hadn’t committed to it. By that point I had already been a daily reader of several blogs, of which only Mark Maynard and boing boing have remained in my “must visit” list.

    Quite a few months prior to his decision to start blogging I had sent Derek a link to JSP’s ‘665‘ site, and something about it must have clicked with him. And here we are, ten months later.

    ** I have not finished my post that I started about my “obsessions” but movies are one of them. I have close to 700 DVDs and DVD sets. I’m not kidding. It’s nuts and I don’t know how it happened. One at a time I guess.


  2. Last post of the day goes to:

    December 16, 2004 by Collin

    “It’s a Wonderful Life” in 30 seconds with bunnies.


  3. An enjoyable story, although a tinch short.

    December 16, 2004 by Collin

    Almost a week ago I stumbled across “The Kif Pit” while blog hopping. As it happened* I was only a couple of posts away from this post where Kif was venting about some criticism her mother had tossed sideways at her regarding a story that she had written and then submitted to a “gang of yahoos” on the internet to offer critiques. Her mom felt they had ruined the story and that Kif shouldn’t have listened to them. Kif had thought she was talking about her story ‘Pree’, when she wasn’t. Confusion and hurt feelings abounded. Anyway, all of the information about that incident is at that post.

    I left a comment asking where I could find ‘Pree’ to give it a read myself, and Kif was nice enough to send me a “Review Copy” of the story to check out.

    I just recently finished it and I enjoyed it a lot. Even though I wasn’t able to read it straight through, uninterrupted, the 97 pages flew past. The pacing was good, the necessary details were present, the dialog didn’t feel forced and I liked the main characters and their motivations. There could have been a bit more development for the secondary characters so that their fates would have had more of an impact on me. But overall a good story. In fact, I would REALLY like to read a continuation from where ‘Pree’ leaves off (hint, hint).

    In return for the free copy of ‘Pree’ I’ve added a link to my sidebar that will take you to lulu.com (a site I intend to use if Heather and I can ever get a book put together) where Kif has ‘Pree’ for sale as both a hardcopy book ($7.72) and a download ($1.25). If you like sci-fi, and have a few bucks to pass along to a new author, you could do far worse than ‘Pree.’



    * Seriously. There was some major luck involved. Kif writes like a person possessed. I don’t mean all crazy and such. I mean she writes A LOT. When I was digging up a link to the post it had almost been knocked into the archive by all of the newer posts.


  4. Because I’m lazy.

    December 15, 2004 by Collin

    Yesterday’s post gave me an idea for a regular feature that I’ll be adding to my site. It’s possible that it will be weekly, every other day or whenever I can’t think of something else to post. I’m hoping it will remain interesting and won’t turn into a crutch. Time will tell. On to the feature!

    I’ve always been intrigued by the ability of simple symbols to convey an idea across all kinds of language barriers. (1 picture = 1K words, etc.) Some work better than others. And some are just so odd that you wonder what their creator was thinking. I like the odd ones (surprise).

    I’m going to post a sign once in awhile – at least one a week – and I ask you, my dearest readers, to name it. Simple enough. Be as clever as you want to be with the names. I’ll let you know when I post the next one what I had in mind for the last one.

    That said, here’s the first one:


  5. It’s just one of those days.

    December 14, 2004 by Collin

    I decided to modify it a bit. Click to see the original. Which do you like better?


  6. Can I take the heat?

    December 13, 2004 by Collin

    I’m considering putting together a writing sample to submit to this site. The only thing that keeps me from doing it is the fact that it hasn’t been updated since mid September. Oh! I almost forgot! I’m also not a writer. Other than those two things I’m all over it.

    I find it interesting to read what she has to say about the past submissions. The submissions themselves are also helpful to compare against my own style of writing. “Loose and wrong” is a style, isn’t it? I better hope so.

    If I were to shift mediums for a moment from writing to music, then I would place my skill somewhere at the level of an occasionally amusing, usually disturbing, crazy-eyed homeless guy at the subway entrance blowing into a harmonica with a hat at his feet and a sign around his neck that reads, “Anything helps. God bless! I do parties.” Your opinion may vary depending on how close you are to me and if I am armed.

    What do you random visitors think? Should I give it a shot? Or do you have other suggestions/observations/personal critiques to offer?

    I eagerly await your responses.


  7. Un-freaking-believable… Oh, and Happy Monday!

    December 13, 2004 by Collin

    Okay. I was all set to send off the story of my Sears Odyssey via email to their Customer Support in the hopes of finding a way around needing the 3-digit code to set up my online account.

    I had the whole thing written and when I looked for the customer service email address I was given this:

    So, in essence, this means that in order to send this email about how I am unable to get a replacement card with the 3-digit code that I need in order to register my online account, I have to register my online account. Which needs my 3-digit code. That I can’t get.

    Sorry about this thefoxymama, but

    YOU STUPID-ASS MOTHER FUCKERS! ARRRRGGGGHHHH! (spitting fire looking for shit to kill).

    So. Any suggestions? I suppose I could print it out and send it to the address they give for “Billing disputes” but I doubt that would accomplish much other than having it sent back as “not our department”.


  8. Bugger this for a lark. I’m off!

    December 10, 2004 by Collin

    One of Jenn’s recent posts reminded me of a similar incident that happened with me when I was a child.

    My mom had placed me in this thing called “Kindergarten” and after about two weeks or so I’d had enough.

    I was spending my days at a baby sitter’s house at the time* and it was a very short walk from there to my Elementary School, so once the sitter was sure I knew where I needed to go I was allowed to walk myself. Those were the days, eh?

    Kindergarten had started to become a drag, what with the whole instructions on brushing your teeth, playing nice with others and such, so one day while walking to school I wondered if the cement block filled culvert that was nearby would be a more interesting place to spend my time. So I tried it out, and damned if it wasn’t!

    In the culvert there were all those big blocks to climb around on, sandbars to dig around in and all manner of things that had washed up against the blocks when it had rained. If I recall right there was even a shopping cart!

    At school there were rules and teachers and annoying kids that always wanted what I was playing with. Where’s the fun in that?

    “That’s it,” I said to myself. “No more school for me.”

    And every morning for the next several days I would leave the sitter’s house, walk toward school and then detour into the culvert where I would spend the day playing to my heart’s content. Then, when I heard the bell go off that indicated school was done I would brush myself off, gather up my stuff, go back to the sitter and wait for my mom to come pick me up.

    I think this lasted for about three days or so.

    On the final day of my self liberation I happened to look up from playing on the blocks and saw my mom furiously bearing down on me with murder in her eyes. I screamed and ran! She ran after me yelling at me to “Stop right there mister! Don’t make me chase you!”

    I ducked and dodged my way around the cement blocks while thinking to myself, “Well that’s just great! Now I’m going to have to run away, because I don’t dare let her catch me after this!” But it was no use. She was pretty nimble for an adult and snagged me at one point where my zag should have been a zig.

    She hauled me up to the car by the ear (I think) while alternating between telling me how much she wanted to ring my neck and being relieved that I was safe (“First you wanna kill me, now you wanna kiss me. Blow.”). She explained to me that what I was doing was “very dangerous and what would you do if you fell and got hurt? What then?” Of course my answer to that was, “That would NEVER happen mom! I’m an excellent climber!” The immortality of stupid youth.

    I asked her how she knew I wasn’t going to school. It never occurred to me that they would call her after I hadn’t shown up for several days and they hadn’t heard anything. I figured there were enough other kids there, they weren’t likely to miss me. Apparently I was wrong.

    I can’t really recall everything that was said, or what happened after that point. Somehow she must have convinced me to return to school because I graduated 12 years later. But I never really did take to it.



    * I don’t remember much about this sitter. Other than the fact that she had a very creepy sad-clown painting in her bedroom, and she had a little wiener dog the bit my ear open one day. Also, it was there that I first taught myself how to tie my shoes. That’s right. Taught myself. When I showed her I recall that she patted me on the head and said, “That’s nice. Now go see if you can do it again.”


  9. Okay, this doesn’t count as a post,

    December 10, 2004 by Collin

    but I wanted to share this with any fans of Alice in Wonderland who may happen to be visiting my blog: Alice


  10. Since you aren’t doing anything this weekend*…

    December 10, 2004 by Collin

    Why not check this out: textfiles.com

    Personally, this brings back a lot of memories, both from the pre-internet, BBS days to as far back as my first Junior High School typing class (I got a ‘D’) when I would try to make ASCII artwork instead of practicing the home row keys (asdf jkl;).

    I’m not going to say those were the golden days, but they were certainly different than these days.

    There’s a wealth of interesting files from days gone by here. Enjoy. I should have another post before the end of the day.

    * You ARE doing something? Fine. Be like that. See if I care.