Sunday, April 21, 2019

Google -- whups!?

So, about a year ago...  a whole bunch of my earlier posts disappeared.  Well, actually they became "unpublished", "Draft"...  Clue: All of them are the oldest posts...

Some bug in the google/blogger database, but it screwed me up because:
1. I cannot republish without the date changing, which messes up the continuity of the posting journal. (after all, you want to read my thoughts in order, right?)
2. The account tied to the unpublished posts is the account administrator, and apparently I had forgotten that; and it was all kinds of fun to recover that ownership.  (I didn't remember that I setup the account that way).   Now that I think I have...
3. I still can't find a way to bulk fix the posts; and as stated(1) can't keep the correct date.
Nope -- just tested it and it pushed to the current date.

Grrr.



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9/24/08

It's a little bit funny, when your preconceptions bite you in the ass.

So, as previously mentioned my life is a mess.  Not me personally, excepting for the lack of funds department;  cat pee in my office (thanks guys!) and roommates who don't always see eye-to-eye. (So what's new...)?

The friend (former roommate) who moved back *temporarily* has now secured a place elsewhere, and she is slated to move first of next month (May).  Meanwhile, she paid me $500 for last month's rent... and then immediately borrowed $300 (again) to help put down the deposit.  That doesn't even cover *this month's rent...  To be fair, she is sleeping on my floor between bookshelves --- that keeps her out of the living room at night; and I don't have to deal with random TV nonsense.

I've gone over finances with her; and I don't believe that she's going to pay me back.  Unless a miracle occurs; which is what she is hoping for. Uber isn't working out for her... she got a new car (well, used but pretty new) and she spent one afternoon being *available* and got no calls.  I suggested that she get up early in the morning and try the 4am-6am shift... but so far she has not.

And... she wants to *borrow* a flatscreen TV for the new place; because I'm walmart?  maybe if she kicks in $$$ I might consider it; but grifting is an art. And artist she's not. 

I like her, she's nice people; but unfortunately yet another example of mostly clueless inability to be useful; I'm not letting her prepare the meals --- I'm a little afraid that without specific instruction she will go offtrack; and I'm apparently unable to task her with anything else (she's too busy).

She's not violent, nasty or a thief...  but I'm definitely (again) doing more of the altruistic charity thing than I would wish...

I'm just glad that the little brain isn't chiming in.  At all.  That's a good thing.

Seven. More. Days. (more or less).

I'm betting that she's going to start setting up the new place but not stay there... and that leaves me where exactly?


Thursday, March 7, 2019

Fool me once...

So, about 10 years ago...
I interviewed two girls as potential roommates. In spite of the lack of blood flow to my brain, I approved them. One turned out to be extremely nice with bad choices in men. The other was still working her inner rage-aholic and I had to send her elsewhere. Funny thing, she and I are now pretty good friends on facebook.
The other one, skyed out after a year and went elsewhere. Had a kid with a loser immature gamer who didn't know meth wasn't a good choice. Meanwhile, almost two years ago... she introduced me to a charity case / roommate who seemed (on the surface) to be a pretty good deal. Whups. You know you are in trouble when you want to fuck you roommate...
So, almost a year goes by, the current roommate puts me in the hospital with multiple-stab wounds (I guess I pissed off her inner demon) and even with forgiveness; I'm sorry... I'm still looking for the next event. So, she moves out. (Not because of that, but because she couldn't pay rent... and had principles. She only fucks over clients)...
Now the previous gal; whom I liked but never chased... yelled for help because she got kicked out by the baby daddy; and she's back. Meanwhile... said other roommate --- is now residing with the baby daddy and roommate's son.

Got all that?

Days of my lives... my ass.

I'm buying handcuffs and a branding iron. (Just in case the second gal shows)...

Saturday, December 29, 2018

So my mom is turning 99.

I realize it's kind of a weird concept, but my mom is turning 99 years old at the end of January. She's been around since the 1920s and she's tired. She also doesn't like Trump very much which I approve of as a rational thinking human being.
But tonight she and I and a bunch of my sister's friends got together and celebrated my sister's birthday, and mom was right there in the thick of it. It Makes my heart Happy.


Thursday, November 1, 2018

Blond with a side of dissapointment

Hope dashed,  rage returns
Someday I'll be a better man
apparently not today.