the husband of a friend has gone on ahead.
comfort sorely lacking; I don't have the words.
Sunday, April 26, 2020
Another passing 03/01/2010 and 05/23/2010
(( these are being republished, they're out of order. Somehow, the database got corrupted and unpublished a bunch of my posts -- this one's between 03/01 and 05/23/2010))
the husband of a friend has gone on ahead.
the husband of a friend has gone on ahead.
And now... -- 06/11/2010
(( these are being republished, they're out of order. Somehow, the database got corrupted and unpublished a bunch of my posts -- this one's 06/11/2010))
Guess I'll see what happens day by day. If I step out of line; she's gone.
Guess I'll see what happens day by day. If I step out of line; she's gone.
If she steps out of line... I'm gone. Oh wait, I live here...
problem.
Wow... a month... what a difference... 05/23/2010
(( these are being republished, they're out of order. Somehow, the database got corrupted and unpublished a bunch of my posts -- this one's 05/23/2010))
I don't even know where to begin.
I don't even know where to begin.
Firstly, I now have roommates...
My gf moved in about two weeks ago; and that's been EXTREMELY hectic. Among other things, we had to get her out of her existing apartment; and coordinate what stuff to keep, what to sell, and what to donate. So, she had two/three weekends of garage sale, plus CraigsList adverts, and did unload a lot of stuff. (She also disposed of things of mine which I also wanted gone)...
Including helping me organise and get tranferred my ex's stuff (fiance from 4 years ago) out of my garage and basement. That was a interesting project (and there's still more!) Ex, didn't mind much except she had a real problem with my timing... but I've been warning her for about 6 months, so she shouldn't have used profanity on me... !@@#)(@#!~ But, because she's still a valued friend (even if she doesn't think so); I just gave her some room to vent and then continued asking for her cooperation.
So, about 10 cu ft plus of stuff... gone.
Then, started moving my basement lab into the garage (to clear space), and then my downstairs office into the basement (and yes, here in CALI we do occasionally have basements, so don't ping me on it)... Pictures of before will be attached. Soon. Real SOON now...
So, we cleared the downstairs room, put my living room futon / couch in it; and rented it to a CSUN kid... (adult, but compared to (us)... GRIN)... He's quiet. VERY quiet... and about 6'2" or 6'3" of kid... still in pizza mode; but that works.
ooo
Now I just have to reorganise my office down here; (it's still mostly theoretical), but I have computers up again... and my desk. Can't work tech, but still...
I wouldn't have done it. Period. (and it was my idea).
But...
Friday, April 10, 2020
March 1, 2020 - belated post series
It's funny. I started to write posts, but was so caught up in the moment of the COVID-19 news, that I just didn't finish writing anything.
Recapping, We started to hear about Wuhan China apparently circa November 2019 to the intelligence community (not to be confused with Donald, he shows zero signs). The report was apparently secret and not generally disseminated, so at that point... no one outside knew.
(See https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timeline_of_the_2019%E2%80%9320_coronavirus_pandemic_from_November_2019_to_January_2020 )
I was doing training session support at a location near a Navy base, and it was the week of training for a LOT of these folk, the hotel was fully booked. No-one had COVID on their mind then.
A few days after I packed up the classroom equipment and brought it back... the news started telling about a problem in Wuhan.
Sometime after that, I got a cold. Paranoia. But, I don't match the symptoms (no fever, no cough), just feel like shit. My roommate, who is the archetypal idiot... has been insisting on going shopping and not taking precautions during this entire time. The other roommate isn't even present most of the time (hardly ever see him); and a week goes by.
I message my doctor and get the same news that the screening application online gives me, that I'm not considered a candidate for testing yet, and wait.
Off and on for the last few weeks, I have been carrying this "cold" around with me and practicing all the appropriate measures (social distancing, mask, hand washing)... but one of my roommates has not.
However, as we learn more; it is important to note that I may or may not have the virus. Without a valid test (which are 25% inaccurate as of this date), I cannot tell. So, I'm either a hypochondriac, paranoid or actually sick... and it's anyone's guess at this point.
Meanywhile, one of my well-meaning but right-wing to the point of stupid friends proposed that we all give blood to get tested. Fun fact, idiots did this during the AIDS epidemic, and the blood was not tested then.
It is NOT tested now for CORONA-19 so you do two things wrong by donating if you think you are sick.
1. You potentially spread the disease to someone who needed blood, and make their condition worse.
2. You don't get any information about your own condition... blood donations don't generally work like that.
Duoh.
I'm still sitting here at home almost 24x7x31 and talk/email/facebook/teleconference like everyone else. But.... I am trying to not make the situation worse. Whether or not I actually have COVID-19 or not.
Don't get me started on the asshole-in-chief.
Recapping, We started to hear about Wuhan China apparently circa November 2019 to the intelligence community (not to be confused with Donald, he shows zero signs). The report was apparently secret and not generally disseminated, so at that point... no one outside knew.
(See https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timeline_of_the_2019%E2%80%9320_coronavirus_pandemic_from_November_2019_to_January_2020 )
I was doing training session support at a location near a Navy base, and it was the week of training for a LOT of these folk, the hotel was fully booked. No-one had COVID on their mind then.
A few days after I packed up the classroom equipment and brought it back... the news started telling about a problem in Wuhan.
Sometime after that, I got a cold. Paranoia. But, I don't match the symptoms (no fever, no cough), just feel like shit. My roommate, who is the archetypal idiot... has been insisting on going shopping and not taking precautions during this entire time. The other roommate isn't even present most of the time (hardly ever see him); and a week goes by.
I message my doctor and get the same news that the screening application online gives me, that I'm not considered a candidate for testing yet, and wait.
Off and on for the last few weeks, I have been carrying this "cold" around with me and practicing all the appropriate measures (social distancing, mask, hand washing)... but one of my roommates has not.
However, as we learn more; it is important to note that I may or may not have the virus. Without a valid test (which are 25% inaccurate as of this date), I cannot tell. So, I'm either a hypochondriac, paranoid or actually sick... and it's anyone's guess at this point.
Meanywhile, one of my well-meaning but right-wing to the point of stupid friends proposed that we all give blood to get tested. Fun fact, idiots did this during the AIDS epidemic, and the blood was not tested then.
It is NOT tested now for CORONA-19 so you do two things wrong by donating if you think you are sick.
1. You potentially spread the disease to someone who needed blood, and make their condition worse.
2. You don't get any information about your own condition... blood donations don't generally work like that.
Duoh.
I'm still sitting here at home almost 24x7x31 and talk/email/facebook/teleconference like everyone else. But.... I am trying to not make the situation worse. Whether or not I actually have COVID-19 or not.
Don't get me started on the asshole-in-chief.
Sunday, March 1, 2020
I shot the damn Arrow...
So, Thursday I went to Burbank Airport to pick up a rental vehicle.
Job required, needed the large POS to transport all the crap from the CISCO class in Port Hueneme.
Burbank Airport, Google and Siri all conspired to really f*** things up.
1. Looking for the Alamo Rental at Burbank, Both Siri and Google tell me that it's at a particular address.
No obvious signage. At least, not the two times I circled the damn airport. Can't call the office, they're closed.
2. Then, figured out parking (behind the Starbucks...) and both tell me to walk East to the street. No can do, there's fencing there. Walk back around and over... and no signage for the rental (I'm on the boulevard at this point)...
3. Ask some random guy for help, he says the entrance is in back... ( kinda where I started).
Walk all the way around to the back again.
4. It's upstairs (btw), and there is a line. They don't want to take my card because it's a corporate card, so I have to show them a business card. Ok, that makes it ok with the supervisor. It DOUBLES the cost when you use their insurance...
5. Then, outside and get the vehicle. Big-Really-Big Nissan SUV.
Drive around (Mr Toad's Wild ride -- -no kidding, it's Interesting - --) and wait at the exit to be checked out by the airport parking guy. Then, more steep and scary and down the ramp at about a 45 degree angle.
Biggest SUV I've ever driven. (Feels like a kitchen stool married the Queen Mary).
Job required, needed the large POS to transport all the crap from the CISCO class in Port Hueneme.
Burbank Airport, Google and Siri all conspired to really f*** things up.
1. Looking for the Alamo Rental at Burbank, Both Siri and Google tell me that it's at a particular address.
No obvious signage. At least, not the two times I circled the damn airport. Can't call the office, they're closed.
2. Then, figured out parking (behind the Starbucks...) and both tell me to walk East to the street. No can do, there's fencing there. Walk back around and over... and no signage for the rental (I'm on the boulevard at this point)...
3. Ask some random guy for help, he says the entrance is in back... ( kinda where I started).
Walk all the way around to the back again.
4. It's upstairs (btw), and there is a line. They don't want to take my card because it's a corporate card, so I have to show them a business card. Ok, that makes it ok with the supervisor. It DOUBLES the cost when you use their insurance...
5. Then, outside and get the vehicle. Big-Really-Big Nissan SUV.
Drive around (Mr Toad's Wild ride -- -no kidding, it's Interesting - --) and wait at the exit to be checked out by the airport parking guy. Then, more steep and scary and down the ramp at about a 45 degree angle.
Biggest SUV I've ever driven. (Feels like a kitchen stool married the Queen Mary).
Tuesday, February 4, 2020
Anger -- why are you still mad?
So, in the continuing tradition of "mea culpa" -- what was I thinking?...
There exists a few folk (girlfriend and a former roommate), who apparently (no - S#**t) harbor more than a little animosity toward me. Some deservedly, of course... I'm not a saint nor am I teflon; and yet some ...
So, I fwded a picture of mail that I received from someone who moved out suddenly some time ago (we were apparently having more difficulties than I thought)
and the classic "when the ship lifts, all debts are paid" applied.
I thought that after all that time... we had parted on relatively good terms. Not so, apparently. She blew up for informing her about some official looking mail... So I will just mark all future as "return to sender", which is what I had been doing.
So, for anyone who resembles the above; my apologies.
I figure whatever issues you still carry are not my problem; and the best part...
I get to keep my stomach lining and I like my stomach lining.
peace.
There exists a few folk (girlfriend and a former roommate), who apparently (no - S#**t) harbor more than a little animosity toward me. Some deservedly, of course... I'm not a saint nor am I teflon; and yet some ...
So, I fwded a picture of mail that I received from someone who moved out suddenly some time ago (we were apparently having more difficulties than I thought)
and the classic "when the ship lifts, all debts are paid" applied.
I thought that after all that time... we had parted on relatively good terms. Not so, apparently. She blew up for informing her about some official looking mail... So I will just mark all future as "return to sender", which is what I had been doing.
So, for anyone who resembles the above; my apologies.
I figure whatever issues you still carry are not my problem; and the best part...
I get to keep my stomach lining and I like my stomach lining.
peace.
Saturday, December 21, 2019
Dilemmas
Funds are short, I’m having trouble meeting my obligations of the bills variety.
One of the things that makes this interesting, as I have four cats and a bunny to take care of.
I don’t have kids except for the furry variety, And they’re very important to my continued sanity.
I have a thing called mitral valve prolapse which means that one of my valves doesn’t function as it should and that can create problems with something called regurgitation. Regurgitation of course is backwash or backflow. One of the issues is that 90% of the surgeries are successful but 10% or not
In the ...
Alexa can you fucking spell correctly?
In the extremely rare and unlikely event, I don’t want my sister to be faced with cleaning out my entire hoarders condo
That means I have to clean it up before I go in. Not to mention the small but significant fact that it requires cracking my chest which means I’ll be a complete invalid for at least a month if not more. And that also means that My furry loves cannot park on my chest.
One of the things that makes this interesting, as I have four cats and a bunny to take care of.
I don’t have kids except for the furry variety, And they’re very important to my continued sanity.
I have a thing called mitral valve prolapse which means that one of my valves doesn’t function as it should and that can create problems with something called regurgitation. Regurgitation of course is backwash or backflow. One of the issues is that 90% of the surgeries are successful but 10% or not
In the ...
Alexa can you fucking spell correctly?
In the extremely rare and unlikely event, I don’t want my sister to be faced with cleaning out my entire hoarders condo
That means I have to clean it up before I go in. Not to mention the small but significant fact that it requires cracking my chest which means I’ll be a complete invalid for at least a month if not more. And that also means that My furry loves cannot park on my chest.
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