Prometheus 6. P6. Earl.
My blog was started this year. It was formless, and turned under my hand to become what it is. It's a personal blog, I just like politics, sociology, psychology, shit like that.
Still there's a big bag of stuff I don't feel like I'll get to over there. This ain't gonna be 100 things about me. Just a couple, for context.
I'm something of a gnostic, but more Tao than Christian, more Zen than Buddhist. I am 46 years old. This means I've been reading comic books for 42 years. I'm not an asshole because I didn't know I was considered one of the cool guys in high school. Wentto college when I was 16, dropped out when I was 17 to join the army, got an honorable discharge six months later because i was (and I quote) unfit for military duty--something about being consitutionally incapable of taking orders from people I don't respect.
I have a 24 year old daughter whose birth turned me from selling drugs for a living because I realized anything I got could be taken from me if it was drug funded--and that would be taking it from her.
I have been in love three times and will not be in love again.
I've worked in a warehouse, I've been a painter, done a little day labor here and there, been a bank teller, a messenger, a clerk, supervisor, assistant manager, manager, assistant treasurer, assistant vice president, web programmer in Pascal and Javascript.
The "E" in Earl stands for eclectic. You don't want me to start listing the personal interests and skills you can cram into 46 years of obsession.
And the Fire.
Titans are Chaos gods, and the Fire of Prometheus is a chaos force. It warms, it enlightens, but is destroys when unchecked. It disrupted the order of animal instinct and is NOT an unmixed gift. But it's here, and the arrow of time points in one direction only, so it's not going to go away unless we do.
Oh, yeah. Happy Rhodes is da bomb.
P6! Your blog is a wunderkid. Seriously. I can't see how you can keep it. I need a break like once a month.