You’ve watched Aliens, of course you’ve watched Aliens. No one here has not watched Aliens, hell, most of us can recite the entire movie, scene by scene. Anyways, you remember when Bishop was half a man, his milky innards flopping about, and Ripley goes and opens the hatch to suck the Queen Mother out into the vacuum of space?
Well, I’m feeling like Bishop right now. I don’t know what the fuck just happened, suddenly my torso’s gone, my innards are gushing out, and someone’s gone and opened the hatch thereby sucking me and Newt toward this gapping maw of deep interstellar space (I think they were still in orbit, but I forget the minor details). But I’m hanging on.
The Christmas suck occurred, a giant black hole that consumed all my time and emotional energy (thanks, mom). But in a good way. Christmas, stressful and family filled as it may be, is still one of the holidays I look forward to. So, although work was not had and no thoughts of work was even attempted, I feel oddly rested and ready to hit the bricks again.
I’m hanging on, I’ve got Newt by the hands, and ole Ripley’s punching in the codes to close the hatch once again. The Queen is blown out into space and it’s free sailing from here on out. (of course there was Alien 3…)
Let’s get back on track and renew the whole business of staring wistfully into the future where we’re all making money doing what we love.
Back to writing it is.


