bluebeard

I didn't move yesterday.

The guy that owns the house flaked on me. No call, no nothing. Started calling him at 5, last attempt was at 10:30.. never got an answer.

So fuck that.

What next? Back to the faerie house, I suppose.. not a bad thing in and of itself.. provided I can get to work and whatnot.

oh, and people that write adware/spyware should have their gonads extracted through their noses.

While searching for translations of Slovenian swear words, a page managed to install about forty billion spyware applications all at once without asking. I am now dealing with about 10 popups a minute, many of which feature marijuana as a main theme. Ad-Aware doesn't find anything, SpyBot only got rid of BargainBuddy.

Fuck you, ActiveX.

Fuck you, internet.

Edit:

Fuck you, Bullseye SurfSidekick.

Fuck you, OuterInfo.

Fuck you, Command Advertising Network.

Fuck you, NaviSearch.

Fuck you, MediaAccess.

Fuck you, the others I haven't identified yet.

got up, went to work: no power, no phone. no point! I left the receptionist my phone number. if it comes back up, she'll call, which means I can't leave the house or anything. boo! she remained at the front doing yesterday's dictation.

edit: just called, the phones are up and the generator's running, but the servers are still down, and the IT guy is uunreachable as usual. I told her I was gonna assume off-ness. so, I'm off.

torn. coulda used the money, but didn't particularly wanna be there today. hm.

Well, it looks like option #1 is out. Said iffyness has been clarified: there is no if.

Option #2, the faerie house, would be grand. I've lived there before, it's a fab house, the other residents rock, a pool, and don't forget the wonderful water pressure. However, it's far away from work, and as I indicated before, my car is currently inoperable. So, it's not really very practical for me.

Option #3 I just went to take a look at. Wow. "Needs a lot of work" is a little bit of an understatement. It's structurally sound, but the crackheads who lived there before ripped the finishing to shreds. It's also got some pretty horrible wood paneling he said he was gonna replace with sheetrock. Many doors are mysteriously caulked shut.

The room he said I could take is fairly large, but it's in desperate need of new flooring and walls. It's the room Coma Girl's insurance currently pays for, but her family has already removed most of her things since she's, obviously, in the hospital. Apparently her brother told J that if she doesn't wake up in two weeks, they're pulling the plug. So.. if she dies, I get her room! Wow. That's so positive.

Anyway, a couple local cops owned the place before, and operated a crackhouse out of it. The drug line runs through the back yard. People come knocking on the front window at night looking for their old dealer. J came home one day to discover some guy sitting in his (J's) van cooking heroin in a spoon.

None of that scares me, really. I'm not afraid to throw bricks. The drug line problem can be remedied with sturdy fences. Finishing work isn't difficult, and I suppose it'd be nice to design my own room.

Also, he said I could live there rent-free. Can't really argue with free. That freeness obviously doesn't apply to utilities and such. It's one more block away from work than where I currently live, so I can still easily walk. It's right across the stree from the grocery store, and a Homo Despot, and walking distance to the bars I frequent, and numerous restaurants.

So, it looks like option #3 is the practical solution. If Coma Girl dies. That's just a wacky thing to depend on. Can you say wow? I know you can!

because I'm bored at work.

1. Go here.
2. Pass it on.
( my answers )

Right now, people don't do anything for me but get on my goddamned nerves.

After not being able to sleep Sunday night, yesterday after work I still managed to do laundry, the bedsheets, clean the kitchen, walk up to the grocery store and make dinner.

Crazy? Yes! But last night I slept good.

Got the work calendar marked off for fall gathering. See folks there if you're coming.

I had to type that several times.. it kept coming out at "fall faggering". Heh.

There are times when I don't understand people.

For istance, when a stranger online picks you to IM and inform you that he had just sucked off his own son while he was sleeping. Pedophilia, incest, and rape, all in one act.

That's one of those times.

Oh, irony.

Well, not irony exactly, but you get my drift.

Transformus, a kind of mini-Burning Man, is happening this weekend south of Asheville, North Carolina. Being what it is, it's got a huge queer presence, and if you're going you're probably queer-friendly.

Simultaneously, Asheville is hosting Exodus International’s Freedom Conference, the “largest Christian referral and information ministry dealing with homosexual issues in our world today." The Love in Action gay conversion people are attending.

Damn but I hope worlds collide.

Went back to the music store today and picked up peg stop, a pitch horn and a shoulder rest. Holding the violin is now much, much more comfortable.

I can now play Mary Had a Little Lamb. Amazing.

Ow, my wrists.