In Radio Battalion (morse code guys in general), we had a phrase that would ask everything you need to know in 7 letters: QTF IMI K. It literal translates to, "what the fuck? over"
I've had a lot of QTF moments in the last month. Work, friends, home, it's all had a fair share. Literally, this whole house thing paired up with imminent marriage, the start of a career, new truck, white picket fence, preparing for a wedding... all of it is coming down quick.
So I drank a lot. Naturally. That began the cycle. Hell, I had a few tonight, even after my pseudo epiphany. Dumbass.
But it was all in good fun, right? I don't get belligerent and I don't pass out. I just have a few on the couch, maybe 6 beers tops, and then head to bed soundly at 10. I even had encouragement to drink some just to get in shape for Drunk Day 2005! That's right, a whole day dedicated to drinking - all day long!!
Then one Friday night when Anna was working the late shift, she comes home and finds me passed out on the couch with the TV on and nine or so empty beer bottles. I don't budge at all, and I can't even remember how I fell asleep. 6 am rolls around and I jolt awake wondering where Anna is. "Did she make it home safe?!" I panicked, and ran upstairs to find her sleeping safely in her bed. So, I hug her and tell her I love her. I promise not to do it again.
A week later when it happens again, I resign myself to resign from Drunk Day (for a combination of factors - work, the bad travel arrangements, my parents who miss me). I'm 26, I may likely be a father in two years, and my life is really starting to begin right now.
QTF IMI K? Don't know, but I'm glad to be writing something again. No, comics aren't exactly coming forth at the moment. This is more a blog rant, because somehow article-like writing doesn't flow freely for me at this time. I don't know what's different, but I suppose it's the culmination of a lot of thinking and ongoing things.
Consider this my "livejournal" entry. I am not apologetic for breaking my normal theme or dropping an F bomb on a site linked directly to my name. If you know me, I am normally respectful. And if you employ me, I am not a closet alcoholic. Although, unchecked, I could be just ten years away from becoming one...
Originally...
This site was to be a place for my artwork, but since I stopped producing it almost 3 years ago, it's down to a very "blue" blog (in color, not so much tone or content). It's hard to stray from this model for me because, well, the site is named after me. I can't exactly get away with doing a Bill Murray fan site or a business card site for a new age religion... I'm pretty much stuck with "all things George Kovats"... which really isn't a whole lot. I mean, while I do have the ability to talk 15 angles on a very simple matter (and bore an audience into a coma), there's not a lot of active causes I fight for or baby animals I'm saving each day. It's the same routine existence you and your friends pretty much go through each day as well. Maybe your waist size is a 32, or you have doubled-paned windows in your living room, but in the end, we match up in the important areas. I'm sure.
So, with that, I open this site up to a new frontier: rambling. I'm going to cathardically ramble, alongside my usual zany JPG's. It's not much a change from what I've done here, and it's not like some fan basis is riding on the model I've used so far for this site, but I figured "what the hell, let's let go of the structure." Maybe this will turn out for the best.
