Something’s Brewing

I’ve had the feeling the past few days that there is an important topic forming in my head. I’ve had hints of it but don’t have anything I can put down as of yet.

What it boils down to is that I’m discovering the depths of my artistic abilities, and feel the need to put them to use. Whether its writing, or sketching, or songwriting, photography…whatever. I’m feeling the need to express myself.

Part of it is my increasing self-confidence. When I tell people nowadays that I used to be painfully shy, they look at me really, really funny. I kind of find it hard to believe myself. Where I once had trouble looking people in the eye, I now do it on a regular basis. And with authority. It is no small feat to walk into a room full of total strangers, put on a song-and-dance routine, and look comfortable doing it.

But that’s what I do now for a living. And rather than be scared witless at the thought of performing without a net, I actually look FORWARD to the spontaneity of it all. Add in the constant stream of friends I make each day and I’m a happy camper. If only the travel didn’t take me away from my family, I’d be thrilled with things. That, and perhaps making slightly more money.

I hope to put these profound thoughts to postings in the near future, once I have time to settle in. Thanks for being the best test-audience available!

Home Again

Well, I’m back from Portsmouth and mostly scot-free. The shirtless redneck shipworkers that were hanging around the parking lot finally went to bed. Not only that, but my king-sized bed was especially comfortable. I got to sleep with no problem at all.

Things went swimmingly until about 4:15 this morning, when the shipyard shift whistle blew two times. After that, I pretty-much didn’t get back to sleep.

The demo went well, however. It just took forever, since the customer wanted to vulnerability-scan it before putting it on their network. Fair enough, but it took hours for Nessus to run, which means I cooled my heels most of the day. Success came around 3 PM, at which time I hit the road for the long trip back to Raleigh.

Portsmouth in the daytime isn’t too bad, either. I drove past many funky neighborhoods on Mount Vernon Avenue today. It was a whole streetful of cool old homes which would fetch half a million in Oakwood or Durham, but would probably go for a fourth of that in Portsmouth. Then again, there’s that whole “no jobs in Portsmouth” problem to deal with.

At any rate, I made it back by seven, in time to be a Daddy again, and spent the rest of the evening successfully fishing giggles and smiles from our cute daughter.

I’m putting my luggage back in storage for the forseeable future. It’s time to relax for a change.

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