mqx

This weather is killing me. In case your local news hasn't covered it, Seattle has had 27 days of rain in a row, followed by an overcast day, followed by more days of rain.

Now, you might be thinking, "Mqx, it's Seattle, it rains all the time." Well, that's not true. It doesn't rain all the time. It's a myth, like partisan politics, fair and balanced news coverage, and people that say they have no regrets.

For example:
As you might have seen on your local sports channel, our beloved Seattle Seahawks (that's a football team) are playing in the NFC Championship game this Sunday. That's the game you have to win to go to the Super Bowl; the Super Bowl being the greatest championship game in all of sports; NFC standing for National Football Conference, one of two conferences in the National Football League.

Anyway, the Seahawks play in an outdoor stadium. "But Mqx," you ask, "aren't all stadiums outdoors, you know, being buildings and all?" Well, yes, all building are technically outdoors. What outdoor stadium means is that it doesn't have a roof; there is an overhang sticking out over some of the seats, but the field is out in the open.

"Man," you say, shaking your head, "that would suck sitting in the rain to watch football." But that's my point. Until this year, it had never rained on game day. We're talking every Sunday from August to January (yes, every Sunday there was a home game) there was no rain.

On a side note, no Seattle Mariner game (that's baseball) has been rained out... but their stadium has a retractable roof. Sometimes open, sometimes closed.

In addition to all those Sundays it didn't rain, there were other days it didn't, either. Mondays. Tuesdays. Fridays. Even that one in the middle that's hard to spell. Wedsday. Or whatever.

In short, it doesn't rain here much. Until the last 27+ days.

The problem with rain, not including the flooding, the hunt for the umbrella, the normally idiot Seattle drivers turning to Complete Fucking Morons, is that the sky is grey the entire time. Grey as it kind of turns to dawn, a day of grey gloominess, then dusk and night.

All that grey is killing me.

Creatively, I've nearly dried up. Which is a problem since I'm a quarter and a half from graduating from the well renown Graphic Arts program at Seattle Central Community College.

I wasn't being sarcastic there. I am creatively dried up and my school is well known among graphic design departments in this area. Two years here is like four years almost everywere else. And when you factor in my tution against places like Cornish or for profit money sink holes like the Art Institute, SCCC's stock really goes up.

This weather is killing my college career.

It's weird, too, because I don't feel depressed. I don't want to put a bullet in my head, I don't lie around lamenting my lot in life, or (pay attention here) have any regrets.

I actually have a pretty good gig. I don't have to work right now, I eat well, have cool friends, get to play games every couple of weeks, and tons of people are coming over to eat steak and play poker and Halo this weekend for my birthday. I'm turning 41, and I'm in pretty good shape. I don't have nearly as many aches and injuries as I should have with the amount of football I've played (both with pads and without) and my endurance is fine. I don't suffer from erectile disfunction or have colon cancer or any of the other things that sometimes creep up on men "my age". No, I'm not getting laid right now and everyone that's interested in me is either married or in some other way unavailable and that can be frustrating; but, at the same time, I don't actively ask women out or aggressively introduce myself to strangers or know how to/pay attention to the signals single women around me send out.

But, that's my problem, not the weather's. Which is my point. It's not depression, the weather, I mean. It's just sapping my energy. Anyone remember that episode of X-Files where Mulder and Scully fell into this energy sucking moss that fed them fantasy type memories to keep them from escaping while it... well, sucked their energies?

It's like that, only without the cool memories to make it worthwhile. Stupid moss.

Stupid rain.

Should anyone stumble upon this entry to wish me a happy birthday, thank you. If Moxie-Toxic is showing up on my friends list (just like Jack Bauer on 24, she goes dark occassionally), go wish her one, too. I'll stumble back in here in a week or so to thank you personally, hung over on cigar smoke, $22 lighter, giddy in preperation for a Super Bowl party, and drunk on rib steak (which I'm cooking with a secret seasoning salt).

Go Seahawks!