Slackerist Slacker

I am the slackerist slacker in all of blog-ville.    There used to be a time when every few hours I would think to myself, that would make for an interesting story for the blog.   That time was last year, apparently.   Seriously.    And it’s not just the blog.  I just opened my journal, and I haven’t written anything in that thing in over a year.

Of course, every time I get on here I start blah blah blahing about how I’m going to write more, and how I have a good one I’ve thought of that I’ll work on just as soon as I have time.  Of course I’ve forgotten all those good ideas.   Of course.   So here we are, quickly approaching the end of another year, and I have even less to show for it than I did last year.   Gah!

So, if you’re wondering at all, I’m over here doing my thing, working, hanging out with my friends, going to shows, and pretending to be a musician.

Oh, and my camera broke, so I can’t even take any interesting pictures, but here’s one someone took of me from Halloween.

I was an Ice Princess.   And since I went to The Phenomenauts’ Zombie Party, I was a Zombie Ice Princess.    I came up with a pretty elaborate story about how I was the Princess Winter who pined only for one Prince who wouldn’t have her.   After years of pining, she became increasingly more and more frigid and bitter until my pining was replaced with a lust for human brains.

Plus, I got to reuse that bridesmaid dress.  Win!

Anyway, that’s what I’ve been up to. . . . and as for the rest, well you know.. . .

 

Just sayin’.

This Is What I Get

Remember that self-indulgent whine from the other day?  You know, the “wah-I don’t feel like I belong” navel gazing, pretentious emo tripe?

Well, the universe reminded me why you should never give in to the urge to mope so unabashedly.     Nothing good can come of it.

There I was, Wednesday morning, trolling along, minding my own business, and on my way to the shop with my car for regular maintenance type crap.   Halfway up a hill,  momentum suddenly stopped.   My foot was still on the gas.   The engine was still spinning.   The car was slowing down.

The transmission on my car blew out around the corner from the shop I was taking it to for an oil change and a tire rotation.    Beautiful.

Do you have any idea how much a new transmission costs?   Well, decidedly less than a whole new car, so I’m going to have to figure out a way to pay for it.    And the extra fun is that I have to wait for it to get here.   I shouldn’t get my car back for another week.

Balls!

Just sayin’

I Love You All Very Much, But

You ever felt like you can’t seem to fit into any particular space?   Yeah, I’m having that day.   And I should have known.   I mean, I literally got into a little bit of a fender bender this morning trying to fit into a parking space.   Universe, you may now stop the interpretive dance of my emotions.   M’kay!  Thanks.

Ok, so it wasn’t exactly a fender bender.  More like a bump.   But I scuffed the paint on the other car.  And yes, I left a note.   Why?  Because I fucking hate coming out of someplace and finding a scuff or notch or dent on my car, so why would I do that to anyone else.

I’ve been wandering around all day feeling awkward and like I just don’t belong.  Not much of a stretch for a gigantic nerd-face such as myself, but it’s still not the most comfortable feeling in the world.   It’s kind of like being Chapped, with a side of I Just Said the Wrong Thing for the Fiftieth Time.   Maybe with a dash of Why Can’t I Do This?

So, anyway, I’m sort of in quiet, I have my headphones on so you can’t see me, hidey kind of headspace.

And of course, I don’t know what to say, other than it’s not you; it’s most definitely me.   I just . . .

Don’t belong here.

Consider Yourself Warned

There’s one hell of a blog post germinating . . . . actually, there’s two, but I’m trying to decide whether I should post one of them or not.

Stay tuned.

CSGL – Just Another Friday Night

Friday evening, Hepcat played with Flogging Molly at The Fox in Oakland.  It was my first time seeing a show there.   Kayphore came with me, and we spent a lot of the time during the opening act discussing our new band, what kind of band we want to be, and how we would like to get it off the ground.

However, before I had gone out on Friday, I had slipped into my I Don’t Give A Shit Attitude.   So I feel as though I may have some amends to make.

To the German girl who’s feet I absolutely clobbered while dancing to Hepcat – I’m really sorry.   I’m almost as sorry that I don’t speak a lick of German, and so couldn’t even express my regrets to you.

To all the people I wrote on – you’re probably realizing now that that was a medical grade marker that I was using.   I nicked it from the hospital when my dad had his surgery.   It’s not washing off is it?   Sorry about that.

To the guy who I made buy me that drink because he interrupted my conversation twice – your girlfriend didn’t seem to happy when she found us talking at the bar.   Sorry about that.    I hope you’re not in too much trouble.

To the guy I called “sweetheart” on the street – I don’t normally behave so informally towards strangers.   I’m sorry . ..  but seriously, call me.

Uh, and too anyone else who might have been offended or startled by my frankness, my verbal diarrhea, or my complete lack of any kind of internal censor, I apologize.

Just sayin’.

I’m Home!

For now.

Dad is still not.   For now.

Favors I May Ask Soon

The following is a list of unusual requests that I might have to make from some of my friends when I get home:

“Excuse me, but can I hide under your furniture?  I think the Responsibilities may have found me.”

“Please take me somewhere now where I do not have to think.”

“In reagards to myself, could you please lower your expectations several notches?”

“I just want to do something normal, and not talk about It.”

“Please stop trying to cheer me up;  if you ignore my Grump, it’ll go away.”

I promise I won’t stay like this forever.  You’re just going to have to trust me on this one.

A Day in My New Life

I guess I’ve sort of abandoned this blog.  The reason is mostly that my life is pretty boring right now, and I don’t have anything to write about.   I’m still at my parents’ house, and have been for over three weeks.   My dad went into the hospital for surgery to remove his tumor almost two weeks ago, and he’s not recovering very well.   They’re going to be transferring him from one hospital to another where there’s a rehab clinic.   Hopefully they’ll be able to get him up and he’ll get his strength back.

So basically, I get up every day, and I log on to my work laptop and the VPN, and I work as if I’m in the office.   Then at noon, I take my mom over to the hospital, and hang out for ten or fifteen minutes before leaving her there.   Then I come home, and do more work until about 5:30 when I go back to the hospital.   I don’t really hang out there very long, because mostly my dad is just sleeping a lot.

In the evenings I have dinner with Mom, and then we retire to separate corners of the house to relax.  I’ve been reading a lot.  I’ve read six books since I’ve been here.   I’m halfway through the  sixth of the seven Harry Potter books.

So, there’s just nothing all that exciting going on in Whoville.    Or rather the things I have to get excited about mostly have to do with my dad’s digestive track, and I assume no one wants to read about that.

Just sayin’.

CSGL and the Chamber of Freakishly Weird Dreams

I’ve been at my parents’ house for a week now.   My dad is going to be having his tumor removed on Friday.   Since he’ll be in the hospital for at least a week, and my mom does not drive, I’m here to help out.   My company has graciously allowed me to work remotely while I am staying with my parents, which is very cool.   I’m not burning through PTO while I’m here.

So what am I up to?   Well so far I’ve just been working, driving my folks around, and reading.   Reading the tail end of the Chronicles of Narnia and starting the Harry Potter series.    I’ve also seen more than my fair share of ESPN’s various programs and many episodes of MASH.   What can I say, but it’s what Dad likes.

It’s pretty odd being here, at the folks’ place, as I’ve never lived here.   This is my parents’ retirement home in Washington.  They moved in about three years ago.   I’ve visited quite a few times, but it had been over a year since I had been here last.  So, while it’s my parents’ home, and I’ll always be welcome and free to make myself at home, it’s not my home.   I don’t know where things belong in the house, and I don’t know my way around the neighborhood very well.

So, I don’t know whether it’s the stress of the situation, the strange surroundings, or my reading material of late, but I’ve been having some very strange dreams.    Dreams about just about everything and everyone.   The happy couple redoing their wedding, because they decided they wanted a much more formal affair.   My house being home invaded while only myself and one roommate were home, and the robbery being done by a girl I went to Junior High with.    My teenage self being told by my parents that they were expecting another baby.  A friend’s bed being full of random strangers, one of whom was very angry with me for being better liked than her.   And finally last night, Nova doing everything in his power to try to keep me from going to sleep, even though I was really exhausted.

So, I wonder what I’ll be dreaming tonight.   But before I get to bed, I’ve got to find out what’s going to happen to Harry Potter next.   My guess is that there’s going to be some stressful scenario where he could either die or be expelled from Hogwarts.  I mean, as far as I can tell, that’s the whole plot of the entire series.   Of course, I’m only on the second book.   I’m not too fond of these constant traumas, though.   Why doesn’t that idiot just go tell Dumbledore?  Geesh.

OK, yes, I am a nerd.

Just sayin’.

Life in The Crapper

Yeah, so I’m still waiting for my dad’s surgery next month, and at times, it seems like my whole life is just sort of hanging out waiting for that to be over.  I feel like I can’t really make any plans, because I don’t really know when I’ll be back to California.   Also, it’s just kind of put me in a foul mood, in general.

So then, last week, my Kayphore broke her face in a bicycle accident.   Like, she literally fell off of her bike and landed face first on the street.   She broke three teeth in the process and has to go through all this dental work now, not to mention the busted knees and black eyes.   So, I’ve been trying to do as much as I can for her, and been trying to think of ways to cheer her up, be there for her, and distract her.   It’s the least I can do after all the time’s she’s saved my ass.

But while all this is going on, I can’t genuinely say that everything sucks.  I mean, I do have my moments where I certainly feel that way, but then I also have moments where it’s the last thought on my mind.

This Saturday, I’m going to Reno with The Happy Couple.   I’m going to get a spa room all to myself and have a lovely soak.   Also probably going to spend a bit of time out on the town.   Life can’t suck too much with a cocktail, hand of blackjack, and a jacuzi, can it?

Also, there’s something very interesting going on at home.   We have a pair of house guests from Turkey.   They sort of ended up in California without anywhere to go, and ended up at our house.   It’s a long story that I don’t want to go into about how they got here.  Let’s just say it involves some employment policies involving visible tattoos.   It’s kind of fun, though, and the house definitely feels lively with them there.

And today is The Wiz’s birthday, and we’re all going to see Harry Potter.   This is despite the fact that I’ve never really seen the other movies and/or read the books.   I shall be quite lost and confused throughout.   But whatever, it’s her birthday and that’s what she wants to do.  When it was my birthday, and all I wanted to do was ignore it, they all obliged, after all.

Finally, there is a little cuteness being directed my way, and I can’t say that I mind.    But as you know, if you ask about it, I’ll only get dodgy, so don’t even think about it.

So yeah, that’s what I’ve got.  That’s what’s up.

I’m just sayin’.