I have no interest in ordinary humans!

This was posted originally at my WordPress blog, here.

I’m now in the Charlotte, North Carolina area–despite being neither in the city of Charlotte nor even the state of North Carolina. However, I can see the line of both from where I sit with my laptop without the aid of glasses or contacts.

This does mean that I’m away from Xbox Live as they release the rest of Abbey Road for The Beatles: Rock Band. I shall cry about it later. I’m exhausted after a long drive through 7 states (Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, South Carolina, and North Carolina) and crossing state lines 7 times (those of you following me on Twitter know that to get to my current location in South Carolina, we had to cross the North/South Carolina state line twice).

The drive here was rough: we went through driving rain through Texas and Louisiana. Things didn’t let up until we got to Mississippi, and conditions were so rough that we missed the Mississippi River entirely. Dad drove that. I drove today’s trip, and found myself just outside Atlanta, boxed in by other vehicles doing 70 in a 50. I managed to keep a proper distance between myself and the guy in front of me, but everybody was tailgating me something fierce.

I shall be posting video for this trip, but I will need to get a charger for the video camera. It seems I only have a part of it here with me. I’ll be updating YouTube with video and Picasa with still shots (did I mention I got a 32 GB Compact Flash card before coming here?), so watch those spaces.

While I’m here, I’ll be visiting my father’s mother’s side of the family. She’s actually from this area, and we’ve got family dating back here to colonial times–my ancestors owned at the time of the battle there during the American Revolution–three generations of whom fought at that battle (as, you know, it was on their back yard) for the Colonials. I’ll also be getting video and pictures of an ancestor who fought in the Civil War and is buried in Greenville, SC. He owned quite a bit of land between both Carolinas. The reason I bring this up is because his is a Union veteran’s tombstone. Let’s just say that my family in the area was as divided on the various issues at the heart of that war as the rest of the country¹.

I also hope to look for work in the area while I’m here. I’ve sent out feelers and resumes, but alas, nobody’s biting. Honestly, I don’t expect to find work. Ever. I know how my life goes. I got three years of mostly good days between August 1998 and August 2001. I don’t expect to see another good day again–I just expect to get kicked in the balls repeatedly, proverbially and literally.

1. I assume this is not unique amongst Americans who have more than one ancestor who lived in this country prior to 1860, unless their entire American ancestry was in California or Maine at the time.