Have you ever tried to do something, but could only remember to do it while you were in locations which didn’t give you access to the things you wanted to do. This is the perpetual state I have been in for the last few years. I have been trying to get the new logo spread around quite a bit. Now that I think I have the proper coloring down for it I would like to get all of our promotional materials printed up and displayed. Unfortunately, I forgot to save the work to the company machine and instead left it on the comic shop’s machine. Fail!

It took me two weeks to remember that I needed to do laundry any time other than when I was in the north suburbs. Today, I actually got my laundry done. Well, part of it anyway. Damnit, I forgot to put the load in the washing machine. Fixed!

Finally downloaded more episodes of The Whistler…

Whistler, The
CAST: Bill Forman, Marvin Miller, Everett Clarke, Doris Singleton, Lurene Tuttle, Jack Webb, Hy Averback, Joe Kearns, Paul Frees, Howard Culver, Charlotte Lawrence, John Dehner, Mary Shipp, Elliott Lewis, Jack Moyles, Charles Seel
ANNOUNCERS: Marvin Miller
PRODUCERS/DIRECTORS: George Allen, Sherman Marks, Sterling Tracy
SOUND EFFECTS: Berne Surrey, Gene Twombly
MUSICAL DIRECTOR AND ORIGINAL MUSIC SCORE: Wilbur Hatch, Dorothy Roberts did the whistling
The Whistler – 1942-1948
The show first broadcast its fantastic thirty-minute crime mystery series in May 1942 and did not finish until September 1948. There were more than 450 shows of murder and intrigue in all. Although it ran for 6 years it was broadcast for only one year on a national network. The show opened to the sound of footsteps and an eerie whistle, which went on throughout the introductory music. The Whistler always began the show with the opening lines; I am the Whistler, and I know many things, for I walk by night. I know many strange tales, many secrets hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows. Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak…”

This only took me a little over a month to remember. I hate my awful memory.

Why is it that life doesn’t have any hacks or enhancers? I could really use some kind of undelete or undo button for my brain so I could at least go back a few thoughts.

Silence is not one of my favorite things in the world; in fact, it’s one of those things that I hate. So being without the ability to communicate with a large part of my universe because I have been moving has pretty much been weird. For me, any time I move it always results in another loss. This move I thought I was prepared for my losses. I was totally wrong.

Yesterday, Pablo, my pet bird, died. I’ve sort of been dreading the day, so in a way, seeing him dead wasn’t as traumatic as I expected it to be. Part of that bothered me though. When I came down and saw him laying there I didn’t cry. At first I was in disbelief, and then I realized it was true. My body, however, reacted as if this was just the usual goings on and proceeded into how to properly resolve this situation mode. Telling my mother, I felt some pain, but not what I had expected. I let out a few tears, but I kept feeling like, well it could have been worse.

In a lot of ways, I am sad to see Pablo go. Hearing him “cat call” was always one of my favorite parts of any given day. Watching him tear up cards and never back down from challenges eight times his size rank high on my answers to why this bird was awesome. That’s part of why it doesn’t hurt the way I think it should. Pablo lived a long life. He was always an awesome bird. He was very old, and everything was starting to bother him. The move was just too much for him.

I know for many people it’s just a bird and even this is a little more than I should probably be going into detail about, but Pablo was a part of my life. He was there through so many stages of it. It’s going to be weird not having him around, but I’m glad we could hang out while we could.