So Yeah, There Was This Tornado

Uh, yeah, seriously. A Tornado. Two of them, if you want to get technical.

I know it was two months ago, but I’m just now approaching normal. Granted, my normal is a pretty fluid place found somewhere between psychotic and passive aggressive but I can almost see it from here.

Yeah, I’m OK — or did you think I was posting this from the great beyond? Just to get it out of the way: Wife and Daughter are unhurt (Son lives with his mom in another city).

I weathered the thing at the underpass at I-35 and Indian Hills Road trapped in between 3 tractor trailers while the thing passed in front of us. It was the most terrifying 10 minutes of my life. Not the tornado, mind you. Not knowing if the thing it my house where my wife and daughter were crouched inside of a closet. The 10 minutes were spent trapped there, trying to get around the semi’s while staring at the last text from my wife before it hit, sending text after text to her in hopes she would respond.

Insane. That’s the only word for it.

I don’t want to whine about it or give you the whole “woe is me” bullshit — There are a great number of people much worse off than I am and I feel for them. My life is a bowl of friggin’ kittens compared to some people. I can’t imagine being a husband left to raise a child on his own while morning another. Those people need your support, not me, so, um, uh. Huh?

Crap, I had a point in there somewhere.

The point is that after 3 weeks in a dorm room ( thanks for the place to shack up, University of Oklahoma ), a month of limbo and fighting with insurance and mortgage companies, and a month of seedy, irresponsible and just plain MIA contractors, my brain is beginning to work again. That translates to me starting to write, trying to remember where the hell I was on building the sandbox, reviewing the code on the TRPG game and finding it lacking for the directions I need, and starting to try to be social again.

I’ve still got a ton of work to do before my home is back to normal, but if I have time where I’m not building stuff for my employer, repairing the house, supervising contractors or playing with the family, I’ll be on projects again.

This is a Good Thing

So, yanno, things right now are, uh, going pretty well.

Shhhh, don’t tell anyone! Damn… Seriously, shut your pie hole about it. Because if people found out that things were going pretty well — well, then it’ll all come crashing down.

Creatively, I’ve got lots of juices flowing. Eww — sicko I didn’t mean like that! Get yer mind out of the gutter I’m talking about a web site. Really, I’m working on a site for the kidlet I’m calling “1-aWeek.” We each have to draw one sketch a week. Simple, no? Design’s pretty decent too. We’ve even started drawing in preparation for the project. I’ve got a doodle or two. Riana has a few drawings ready. I’ve also got a few ideas that are bouncing around in my head. I don’t promise anything I do for it is good, just drawn. Once a week. We’ll see how it goes.

I started work on my TRPG Project again, making progress and planning at least one post every two weeks or so. At the moment the project is pretty simplistic, but the plan is solid.

To make that run, I’ve started a plugin for WordPress called “Sandbox.” It’s basically a JSFiddle-like toolset that runs inside of WordPress. It’s working right now, allowing me to edit HTML, JavaScript and CSS right in-post ( in browser ). But I’ve encountered a few things that it doesn’t do well. It doesn’t share well, nor does it make it easy to reuse code from other post. I also want an easy way of adding assets ( images, json, xml) to a sandbox including upload. It also can’t order it’s include files yet.  Still, it’s an extremely good start on a very cool concept.

I’ve been writing too. Daughter and I have a story we’re thinking about tackling ( I’m tentatively calling it “The Heck-Hounds” because I think it’s funny, but YMMV ). I’ve solidified the idea behind my novel ( tentatively titled “Quota” ) and the outline for this thing is coming along well. Down-side to this progress is that it’s putting me back to 0 words written on the novel itself — it requires throwing away about 10-20K words. It really is the writing itself that I enjoy so this doesn’t trouble me all that much. I’ve said it before: I want to finish it, but I don’t care if it ever gets published.

Have a few construction projects on tap as well: I need to build a cabinet for my Cintiq — A standing desk that allows me to hide the thing when I’m not using it and stand at it like an easel when one of us wants to draw. I also need some shelves —  beginning to think these two projects are related.

Family’s healthy, nothing’s exploding. Camping trip should be coming soon ( I hope ).