Felix’s Blog

My co-worker D– stops me in the hall. I don’t know how you function, Felix, she says.

I don’t know what she means, and then I see her looking at the thing a student confused with a pizza box. You got pizza? he kept asking me.

It’s my new desktop! I say, with everything I usually leave on my desk.

It’s made out of the boxtops used to hold reams of paper, so there’s a ready source of re-usable boxtops in the building. Everything that I normally stack and stuff into the confines of some kind of bag I now shuffle into assorted piles and– well, I pile them.

The result is a wonder to behold. If you’re me. For some reason, I don’t think it’s going to catch on.

felixnation :: Oct.14.2008 :: The Coal Mine, coworkers :: Comments Off

It’s 70-80 degrees out. I don’t have to go to work. It’s a beautiful day.

Time for a great debate. For great debates, I turn to Facebook.

Status update: Felix is debating between painting toy soldiers and doing actual work.

The next time I check Facebook, there is already a rebuttal.

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felixnation :: Oct.13.2008 :: Hermit Cave, The Coal Mine, coworkers, friends :: Comments Off

My buddy A– turns thirty four, so he invites us out somewhere for drinks on a Friday night. Friday night is playing video games on the computer night, so I decline and suggest instead we just hang out at the game shop like we normally do.

–Whatever, he says, you’re worse than my elderly parents. I’ll see you at six.

So we’re at the game shop and J– and I decide to get A– a present, but we don’t know what. A– is the kind of guy who builds multiple armies and spreads himself thin trying to customize each model and paint them all up at the same time.

What better way to say, hey we’re not drinking together, than a toy soldier?

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felixnation :: Oct.08.2008 :: Addictions, Conversations, Odysseys, Playas, friends, gamers :: Comments Off

This is my second follow up appointment to see the doctor. He gives me threats and ultimatums, and I try to walk a little more and cut down on the chicken wings. Today he heralds a new stage in my life.

Medication.
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felixnation :: Oct.07.2008 :: Addictions, Hermit Cave, strangers :: Comments Off

I imagine new reasons to stay inside the Hermit Cave all the time. Today I get my hair cut, which is always an endeavor to get me to do. It’s really easy to call I–, but something inside stops me, or I find something to stop me. I used to think that the feeling was laziness, but hermit vision strikes again.

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felixnation :: Oct.06.2008 :: Fashion Police, Hermit Cave, People, friends, strangers :: Comments Off