Movin' To The 'Burbs

It seems like forever since I've posted, even though it's only been about three days. It isn't that I haven't been writing anything--I've actually written two long posts in the last couple of days, one about the desperate pander that is the now-defeated gay marriage amendment and the other about the fact that this summer is the ten-year anniversary of my formative summer in Yellowstone. But when I went back and read them both, neither one really seemed that inspired. What can I say about the amendment/giant suck up to the Rapture Right that hasn't already been said? And as for Yellowstone, honestly, who wants to once again wade through paragraph after paragraph of me waxing poetic about pine trees? If you need more of that sort of thing, see the previous post.

Truth is, I've been too busy lately to really focus on blogging the way I'd like to. In addition to my job, which has been busier than usual of late, I've also been doing my best to help with planning our wedding (although as a man, my role in this seems to consist of doing my best to maintain supportiveness and forced cheer despite having no real understanding of what's going on--kind of like childbirth) and working with several other projects. But I've got one really big life-changing event coming up next week that's been monopolizing much of my time lately.

I wasn't going to say anything about this until it was a done deal--don't want to jinx it--but I might as well let the cat out of the bag. The inevitable has happened: I've sold the Fortress of Solitude. In anticipation of getting married and perhaps one day starting a family (BUT NOT YET! Don't have a heart attack, mom and dad) I'm buying a house in the North Valleys. I won't specify an actual address, or even a specific Valley, but here's what the new Fortress of Solitude (now not-so-solitary) looks like:

Cool Xeriscaping, huh? Yes, The Adventures of Yukon Sully is leaving downtown Reno, the place that has been the heart of the blog since it's inception. I'm pretty excited about this--I've never owned an actual house before--but not everyone sees this as a good move. When I told a friend of mine what I was doing, she shook her head and said "that's what always happens--people get married and then move to the 'burbs." Another friend was even more blunt when he told me "If you buy a mini-van, I'm kicking you in the balls."

Anyway, to whatever readership I have out there, please forgive my lack of attention lately. Real life has been intruding just a bit more than usual. Hopefully, when things settle down in the next few weeks we'll be back to the pithy tirades.