work work work rent?

I like it better when I'm not scrambling for work.  This isn't the life I imagined.

A new roommate moved in upstairs, but the other guy (in the basement) can't figure out that it's time for him to move on... he's not being productive here, and has learned all the life lessons he's going to find.  I wish him well, but this isn't working for me...  (or him).

And I still don't have full rent.

What's love... got to do with it?

Almost two months ago I broke up with my girlfriend; or is that she broke up with me...?
She wanted to have FWB with other guys; and yet has been introducing me all around as her "Boyfriend".
I'm confused. No, I think she's confused...
But since she's obviously not interested in the same things I am... (which include a more long-term relationship than a FWB); I've got to continue looking.

Advantages:
1. Above room-temperature IQ
2. I don't look my age. (who does?)
3. I'm eminently practical.
4. I'm better in bed than some, worse than others. If you need 8-10" to get off, I'm not your guy. If technique is your thing... maybe...
5. I like animals
6. I have never been to a sex party. (Two gf's in a row... and never took up the gauntlet with either one) And BOTH were bi.
7. I like to read (a lot), and appreciate most music. (Excepting Rap... I just don't "get" it --- yet).

Disadvantages:
1. I'm smarter than you are (usually). I'm also dumber on many things; example this post.
2. I'm broke, so "Sugar Daddy" is out of the question; but I'm definitely up to be your Lech.
3. A tremendous fear of something new; (see #6, 7)
4. I stop thinking clearly when I see a pretty girl, big tits, or a slinky walk. (At least... for a moment until I get the lizard brain back in it's cage)...
5. Cats are more important to me than you are. (They can't defend themselves).
6. If you move in, and marry me... I might be just past the expiration date. (I have a heart condition).
7. I read (and love) Science Fiction & Fantasy. Not to be confused wtih Horror or Suspense. (If you can't tell the difference, you're probably too stupid to talk to; mahaps we should just f#$$#?)

And I'm cranky.

And again... Roommates NOT!

Two weeks ago, the ground-floor roommate finally got his apartment and moved out.  (Yay).  Nice guy, but not the kind of habits that I would want to live with.  Too Messy, too loud, and way too broke . But... he really likes cats (which is a good thing).

Then, the upstairs gal decided to move out (no notice!) the same weekend...  Got her apartment in N. Hollywood.  And her, I liked.

Then the temp on the couch... got her place in Burbank.

I'm left with the guy in the basement...

Peace and quiet.


Now... how do I pay the bills?

And once again, my expectations met; my hopes dashed...

I hate when I'm right.  Especially when it's pessimistic.
Now I'm out of a  relationship.   Again.

Molly... 1995 - 1 May, 2011

Molly liked the waterbed.

Molly, born sometime 1995 (or 1994 -- according to vet chart) 
Went peacefully with assistance at 1:45 pm.  She was responsive up to the end.
(She was suffering from heart/kidney failure.) 
She spent the morning taking sun on the porch with me... before her appointment. 

(Saido and Pippi went with me to say goodby...)

even A box... makes a good sleeping spot

Clean Laundry, the best...

Molly,  
Was a lady and a diplomat.  
She'd walk up to any new cat (or dog) and buzz right on by and sit down...
Would sit in the window and make the cat "chatter" sound at birds.
Was always clean and fastidious.  Period.  It wasn't an option.
From the first time I met her, would come up and "greet" me when I lay down on the bed by climbing on top of my chest; give me five minutes of PURRR,and then move off.  (You've had your allotment for the day)...
Would share her food with  other cats.  She'd always back off with some left in the bowl and see who else was hungry... but she definitely was queen of the household; no confusion about that!
Loved Chicken, Tuna and Salmon; especially sashimi grade.
Survived hyperthyroid and radiation treatment with radioactive Iodine (for about 5 years?), so briefly she WAS a glow-in-the-dark kitty.


Always was willing to share a little love.

(she, baby and MR Taffy are hopefully all taking 'tea' together...)
...


I miss her.  

Remembering Baby, (sometime 1994) - April 24, 2011 rest in peace

About 2008 timeframe, a very good friend of mine entrusted me with the care of his cat Baby

She was born  sometime 1994 (we think); and quickly established herself as an independent and yet graceful member of the household.

She had a distinctive Siamese tone to her voice, and used it often to communicate her opinions, wishes and whatever side commentary she felt appropriate.  I could carry on an entire conversation with her, she would respond back at the appropriate times when I paused and it really did sound like she was listening.

When my friend and I went to get her, she was perched ABOVE the mailboxes in the entry to his condo complex; about 10-15 feet in the air... on a set of 4x4 roof beams.  I'm glad that she made it so easy to get her; I don't think I could have climbed up there!

As far as I know, she never sprayed indoors, never picked a fight, and would warn you endlessly that she was "going to get mad"... long before she had any need to actually do anything about it.  Baby came when I called (and not just because there was food!); and on her own terms would jump in your lap for a cuddle and a nap.  One night, she climbed in to my Mom's lap; and just stayed there comfortably purring... and my poor Mom was so taken that she sat still with her for at least a hour or two more than she had any plan.

Baby got sick (classic renal? failure) and went fairly quickly and dramatically a couple days ago.  I couldn't find her the evening before, and one of my roommates woke me to tell me she could hear something.  I got Baby out from under the couch where she was hiding, and held her pretty much until the end.  

I couldn't write anything, I was still feeling it.  I still do.

... April 24, 2011. I think she died in my arms.

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the economy and consulting (a whine)

The fun continues; 

1. Last year, I had a room-mate call the police because I started eviction proceedings... and as a result I was a guest of Devonshire (where I saw my ex-boss's sister -- she is a Detective), and then Van Nuys...   

Not exactly a steller recommendation if I wanted to keep my reputation as a good guy intact.

The court eventually (3 months later) dismissed all charges; but the damage was done anyway... (bail, lawyer time, etc).

2. Since January of last year; I've been stiffed on consulting gigs almost as often as I get them... whether it's that they never intended to pay or we just couldn't resolve the differences (some of each), and that doesn't help my finances...  One guy would never give me real contact information, just a cellphone and a email address (should have figured that one out on my own).  Another, just upset because the website didn't come in under budget and really wasn't as well crafted as we'd all like...

3. Meanwhile, I was *briefly* employed by  a phone company in Glendale where the principal software architect (who had worked for one of my other reference companies  as a consultant); informed me that a the word was that I was (a) a nice guy, (b) completely incompetent and (c) so junior as to be nearly useless... (paraphrasing).  Since my references from there ... don't operate that way (or at least I thought so); I am stuck on how to repair that kind of reference.  I have an idea who would have stabbed me that hard... if true, but then again... no-one really knows.

Meanwhile I'm trying to re-invent myself in some fashion where I actually get paid to do work.

I worked Dec-January for a computer store in the valley as a consultant - troubleshooter, going out to the client sites to do finish work on camera installs and other networking; but they're having issues (and again... I'm not really getting paid much)... so that does not work.

4. Then... This month I had to evict (yet another) roommate who had resulted in two police calls; and the other gal who was rooming with her is moving to Hollywood to be a recording engineer.  (As soon as she can find a way)...  

But I have a positive mental outlook.  I just wish that I wasn't getting so many chances to excel...