Back to The 80's

Ah yes, the 1980s, golden age of VHS home video. I remember it as if it occurred in my lifetime- the old video stores, spending a Friday evening searching for The Movie. Recently I have discovered The Movie in the form of Poultrygeist, from the Troma team, purveyors of the amazingly cult Toxic Avenger series. I recently stumbled across a website detailing the 30 greatest VHS cover art from this historic decade- http://www.comicsalliance.com/2010/11/22/the-30-most-amazingly-terrible-vhs-boxes-of-all-time/ Click, see and be happy.
In a completely unrelated vein, I'm back here in the great state of CT, where it's slightly colder than Oklahoma, with a lot less convenience stores. It's good to be home, with Tabatha, the love of my life. I'm going to be sad to go back to Oklahoma, and not only because Tabatha is a great cook. So far I've got divorce paperwork for this state, and am slowly but surely moving forwards. Apart from that, it's business as usual. Connecticut seems to have remained more or less the same, which is good. People are the same anywhere, I think. The gas prices and rent change, however. Connecticut is not cheap to live in! Apart from that, I'm continuing my epic struggle to get Tabatha back to Oklahoma with a wedding ring on her finger. (and yes, I was hoping to be the one that put it there). Deep 13 Tarot is not yet growing by leaps and bounds, but it's coming together, especially seeing as I know next to nothing about either running a business or setting up a website. Well, from humble beginnings, small humble endeavors grow. And that about sums it up, Christmas is almost upon us, though I'm kind of hoping all the holiday cheer kind of passes me by this year. Not that I mind Christmas, don't get me wrong, I think it's great to be spending time with your family. I could do with a little more sunshine and less gray skies, though. Christmas comes in December, as you all know, and derives from the old Yule festival.
Yule is the pagan (Pagan? Not sure of the proper term here) holiday of the winter solstice, and celebrates the promise of spring in the dark of winter; how the green plants and sun have not gone forever, and how we know they'll come again, as the cycle of the seasons continues. Still, I'm just as human as the next man, and subject to this loss of sunlight. The gloom gets to me, to be perfectly honest. Many people get depressed during the Christmas season, myself among them. So this has become something I keep in mind during the season- the hope that spring comes again, the hope that the sun has not gone, and that soon it will shine again. Everything comes around, in other words.
This forms an interesting contradiction, I find. First, there's the realization that everything that needs to happen will happen. Yet at the same time, doesn't it make more sense to make every effort to bring around the ends that we want, rather than wait for the slow yet inevitable wheel of fate to turn? There are, of course, ways to bring about your own ends- the idea that for every action there exists a reaction can work for us or against us. I'm beginning to think that this sign should be hanging over my door- Don't Screw This Up. But what this really boils down to is this- exercise caution, move wisely, and hope for the best. More often than not, that hope is realized.