Serious Adults Doing Serious Things

Shorthand: School is starting and summer ended a good long time ago and my dad went in for a double-bypass surgery and had a minor stroke afterwards that largely affected his right side and he is recovering and will leave the hospital this Friday. He seems concerned about his ability to continue playing the guitar, but nurses and my mother are reassuring.

I've only visited once following the surgery, and will visit again this Saturday when he is moved into my home and no longer surrounded by the machines with tubes and men in blue dresses. I haven't been able to be around as much as the rest of my family, and my schedule keeps me on campus on the other end of town feeling like an asshole. It's familymancing, and I'm not great at it. It's a character test, and something that people will remember forever.

Everything is looking up, though. Family has been and will be coming into town more, so that is one positive thing to bring from this.

My friends have been very supportive and helpful and accommodating in this time, and I know I am lucky to have them and/or be on their good side.

Other subjects of interest that will be bulleted, because this is some web 1.0 shit:

• My roommate Gabe, who is interning at the Soap Factory art gallery, has brought up the idea of making an icy shanty for the annual Medicine Lake Art Shanty show. I went there last year, and it was a ton of fun. Me, him, John, and another Beloit art-type, Lee would be undertaking this project, and I am really excited about it. We have to make an enticing plan and pitch for our shanty (ideas have been going around) to the Soap Factory to secure funding and work space. It will be time consuming and ridiculous, but I could use something like that.
• My German professor this semester is apparently a small-time comedian. So far he has been good-natured, somewhat eccentric language teacher funny.
  
• My new apartment room looks the same as my old one. I am looking into fixing this.
• We had our first Mage: The Ascension meeting for the campaign John has written. It takes place in a slightly different and more secluded Twin Cities. My character is Brad Fairbro, a Bromancer. He runs a frathouse on the U of M Campus, and is the Omega-Bro. The Bro-Prime. The Brosideon of the Brocean. He has the kind of charisma, supernatural and otherwise, that takes hold only on other fratty folk and idiots. He is the latest in a long line of Bros going all the way back to the origins of civilization with the Pharbros, where leaders were no longer expected to be competent or tactful. Blah blah stuff.
• I saw a guy at the bar who looked exactly like me. Then he started to notice. Then I left. ohman.