Good, good. As I was writing I got on twitter and sent people at my wife's account. The trolls gave her a hard time and one called her a tranny.
She said, laughing "I just got called a tranny!"
I said, also laughing "How did he know?"
She said "I think I posted a dick pic"
And then we laughed. It was funny. I know that things are super serious in this industry and even that back and forth probably offends some people... but that's how we talk. The 12 people who listen to my podcast can back that up, as I do one with my wife every month (or 6 months, depending...).
My night thus far has been this:
Ate food
Poured a glass of wine and sat down to watch the world series (I'm a lifelong red sox fan).
Got a (message of some sort) in the first inning with incredible info.
Spent the next several innings (yes, innings are the length of time now) talking to this person. Another person. A third person... and then tracking two other people down.
Got mad when St Louis scored.
Got excited when Boston tied it up.
Got my first partial verification that this info was right.
Got info from two others almost simultaneously that it was right.
Gomes slaps a home run that makes me go apeshit.
I'm feeling bad that it's taking so long to write up what ends up being a gramatical nightmare anyway that I point people at my wife because she's the funniest person I know.
She is laughing hysterically as she tells me what people are writing to her.
Shemale thing (we both laugh).
I finally decide that it's done. Oh I forgot to mention, the entire time I was writing it here - in a gaf box - waiting for Bish to tell me it was ok to post. He never did. So I moved it to my blog. I know this red flags! HE WANTS CLICKS! Look up the site, it's wordpress, I don't make a dime. In fact I pay many dimes every year.
I post it.
Mik (mormonrage... or Mike on the Player One Podcast) finds every gramatical error in 2 seconds and tweets them at me.
Twitter/email/gchat/etc go nuts.
I respond to things as best I can, it's really, really fast.
It approaches midnight and today (monday) is my wife's birthday.
We go and do birthday things for a few hours.
I come back and talk to friends, try to respond to tweets... the red sox already won. Everything is awesome.
I keep responding to stuff. I find it fun. Someone is fucking mad as fuck... don't mind, like to give what info I have. Someone is thanking me... I thank them back. Someone is excited I ripped MS a new one... i remind them that Sony fucks up... a lot.
Then, at some point, I made a post here... and I think a tweet that made people think I was suicidal or something. I kept getting messages saying I needed to relax.
It made no sense... tonight has been an obscenely good night and I'm fucking off from work tomorrow!
It kept happening!
I wrote a long thing and a friend made me feel like it would seem desperate so I erased it.
He was wrong.
I wrote this and formatted it just like kevin dent's post the other night.
TL;DR I've been nothing but happy for a long time. Also, my wife is fucking awesome. Don't believe me?
Listen to this.