...re-forming Edivon as the Sccubus is shipped off.

Parts of the title will not be explained in this post as that would take another entire post (and because a little mystery makes things interesting).  And since I've already cleared all my email, dropped two posts on SPD, and gotten through the blogrolls, as well as mowing the lawn and wrangling the rugrats as usual (from the piss-soaked bed to the making said bed and getting them tucked), AND since it's after midnight, this is about all you're getting.

The coolest thing in the world right now is that my buddy Lars (who has guest posted on SPD a couple times and who's blog, Surreal Life Geek (currently dead due to his relocation (now that I want to link you (you dumbass ( :) ))) is in my blogroll) has forsaken his adopted home of New Zealand and relocated his pseudo-Kiwi ass (and his genuine Kiwi wife) back stateside. I have no expectatinos other than shit will get geekier. Back when we were (hetero) dicking around in high school, the geek thing didn't do much for the ladies. Now, with geek being cooler, it probably still won't do dick for me. On the plus, based on my dating experience since then, that won't be a bad thing.

The biggest advantage is that with much of my brain running dry, getting together with someone with whom I've always clicked with and has always inspired copious ideas (and dick and fart jokes) may mean that I could get some energy and some new material (and kill any chances of making mistakes of the female persuasion (which I'm good at)).

Speaking of said mistakes, I managed to track down the Succubus. When she sent me (and the kids) a letter. Which I won't read them. Because it's a letter from jail.

I did hop on to the sheriff's site, looked her up. She was booked for the domestic violence, but she's still in because it violated her probation (which she got from her DV conviction involving me). And based on the Ohio Revised Code, with a second conviction on charges, as well as the probation issue, she's looking at a felony.  And the judge she goes before is very popular with the voters and despised by anyone who ends up standing before the bar as a defendant.  Oh, and with that felony, the mandatory is six months.

Long story short, she's going to be shipped off.  Like both of her brothers

I will say that it is a sad situation.  Despite my justified anger, it's sad, really.  Because this is the person I'll be dealing with for another decade.  So I'm going to find myself trying to help her where practical.  Because my children don't deserve to put up with a nutcase with violent tendencies for a mom.  And the fact that's what they have now is partially my fault.  So where I can, I'm going to try to reverse the damage. It may not be much, but I'm going to outline a few things I'll probably talk to her about (leaving out some specifics for privacy purposes).

But I'll get into unscrambling the omelette when I'm not ready for bed....

...damned writer's block.

It's always been one of my biggest stumbling blocks.  I don't completely run dry on ideas.  Hell, I spit 30 ideas a second when I get revved up.  The problem is trying to paste that jumble of hints, ideas, and wisdom into a cohesive narrative that anyone that isn't really high would want to read.  And there's the time it takes for me to write.

I'm having to sit here and force myself to write this, because the beginning of this has been in my head for a few days.

So my problem is not having stuff to write, but the discipline to do so.

Over on SPD, I was able to keep the greatness coming for a couple years.  But the infighting and bullshit tends to drag me down.  Then all the mental fun kicks in, and I get reclusive.

It's bad enough that the Gmail account currently has 61 messages, stretching back into May, I'm sure I missed a bunch of tweets, and I'm trying to think of the last time I've hit the blogroll.

Here on this blog, it's worse.  Do I write abut the need to spank it again because nothing has happened as usual (especially since my world is very contracted due to kids and working at home.  Do I go on about something cute my kids did?  Sometimes, but I'm usually on to yelling at them for something else, or I finally got them bedded after an eternity, or there's something else I want/need to do.  Do I say anything about cleaning?  I've got my kitchen and bathroom under control now, but that was relatively easy.

Of course, there are a few things to share.  The ever-loving excuse for a "mother" I cursed my kids with, the Succubus, has flaked out again.  Something about being arrested for domestic violence, again, and getting the boot by her victim/boyfriend/ex/whatever.  Of course, this means she disappears off the map, maybe dropping a note about how much she misses the kids and how much she wants to see them (despite not calling me and scheduling time).

Of course, since the Succubus couldn't keep a job even when she was being sheltered and screwed,  it will be a few months before she gets her claws/sucker into the next hapless bastard that couldn't find better and prefers banging someone rather than something (insert Fleshlight reference).  Meanwhile, I keep the kids focused on the people that are in their life.  Which ain't her, again.  And the spanking of said monkey continues.

A side note:  I will be making sure that the next woman is approved by my family before things get too serious.  I've proven I have no sense/judgment/reason when my junk has any stake in the situation.  So yes, if you're the next woman, my family has veto power over my choice.  They have to; I have kids.

On the plus, I'm moving back to first shift tech support, which means hours more in sync with the rest of my family.  And since it's also occurring during summer, it's the perfect time to uproot and move closer to my family.  The sad thing is that I'll be leaving strawberries and bell peppers and pumpkins (smashing the remnants from last year behind the garage and not mowing it has proven useful) behind (I'll take the green onions in whatever condition they are.

Okay, enough catchup, time to find the floor in my room (because it's the room that doesn't get cleaned)....