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Entry 06/22/2015 12:11:24 AM - Mentat 929
I know, I know -- no art… Less of that lately (I'll get to that in a minute), and a rather banal come all-over-the-place journal entry. Hey, it's been a while since I've written and some of the things I'm writing about seem to be "…the story already in progress…" But then again since I've pulled my diary offline and written privately, those are the breaks.
So now that I'm entering into Monday morning and looking at the calendar, I'm reminded of my out-cry on my way in to work this evening that Emancipation Day is 3 days away and I haven't thought of anything I want to be free of for the prior year. Well other than perhaps the fact that I've had to wash quite a few freakishly odd queerfolk out of my life the last month alone: Michael in Apple Valley who was coming off not only a few fries short of a Happy Meal™ but also somewhere between abrasive and abusive (verbally, definitely verbally). While it was charming for a while, I got tired of hearing things like, "are you that gullible?" and "You have monumental baggage" routinely enough that it was a friendship that didn't build up the person, but tore 'em down in order to make oneself feel better about it. Not that he was feeling any better really -- he was damned busy whinging about not having a boyfriend and then doing nothing to modify the way modern queerfolk go about the whole dating thing.
The other man (I've had to watch out of my hair) was from Mississippi (I think his name was Richard, but I can't be assed to remember it really) who seemed jovial though vapid in his e-mails who I suspected was a bit of a freak (of nature) only to have him turn out to be a real freak of nature with his sense of humor comments that didn't feel the least bit jovial or jocular. More like desperate, cloying and the sort of creepy that leaves you feeling like you need a shower afterward. What I mean is that quite out of the blue from the usual conversation he starts asking for nudie pictures and making assertions of marrying him. Uh, no thanks I don't like marriage jokes when the conversations have been light (and vapid) and didn't lead down anywhere that would have called for such intensity. And let's face it -- anyone asking for nudes of is asking for trouble from the likes of me.
Although the true irony of that whole conversation had to do with the fact that the only reason why he started chatting me up had to do with the fact that I went checking out his profile while wearing the flag-mod hat and checking to see if the profile was another one of the cavalcade of fake users that routinely come onto OKC. The only reason I was chatting with him is that his profile seemed to only point to wanting chat -- and who am I to deny a good chat to anyone that wants it?
Then there was this kid (AKA under 30) that was trying to chat me up for god-only-knows what reason. Seemed to be the sort of kid that lived off the attention until I noticed that his location changed from Fall River, MA to Bum-Fuck PA which sent up the usual warning bells of a fake user. Tried to pull me over to KIK which is an automatic block as I can't stand that bloody program (seems to be geared more towards those sort of vapid and attention whore sort of teens and 20-somethings that have nothing else better to do with their time). Seriously, no thank you -- I've had more than enough people of this caliber in my life, I don't want any more of them. Hell and what's left of them in my life I don't want them in there anymore…
About the only one that I've been entertained with has been the guy from New York City, but even then it's more one-sided than I like. Eh, I'll give that a bit more time and see how that plays out.
In other news, one of the gifts I worked on buying for my birthday was a FitBit. Part of the reason was I wanted to shed carrying around two phones (iPhone from AT&T that the contract has been cancelled and the Droid that I'm currently carrying). The other part of the reason was I wanted to have something that integrated better with a fitness and health conscious program for tracking calories in and out. While I don't like the whole cloud integration for the program (it's currently held on the FitBit.com website) I'm really liking the investment I made with the Fitbit HR. While I haven't used the actual caller-ID integration between it and the phone (apparently I need to load up the program for it as phone is not supported for direct integration) everything else about it seems pretty accurate… Well other than perhaps sleeping. It's marking my restlessness as times that I'm awake and the thing about that is I'm not really awake. My eyes didn't open and I didn't register anything consciously. I think it's just because the movements that I do through the night are enough to raise my pulse into the consciousness zone and that's enough for it to mark me as awake. Still though, it's better than the Sleep Time app which seems to monitor not only my movements, but Moe's as well. And my cat has a nasty habit of getting up a whole lot more than I do. While I might not be getting the full 5 day charge (I'm noticing it's about 4 days according to YMMV) it's not as though I need to wear the thing down to nothing as I'm close enough to both the charger and the dongle that I can sync and charge the thing up with little effort.
Oh yeah, the other thing I like about this unit is the fact that it works with a vibration for the alarm. I saw Matt Inman over at The Oatmeal raving about the Taptic Engine in the Apple Watch and gave it a go with the silent alarm on the FitBit HR. When I have slept long enough to catch the alarm, it actually wakes me up… Though I suspect that the reason why I've been up a majority of the time before the alarm is because I fear I'm going to sleep through it. I haven't, but that doesn't stop me from activating the Wonder Twin Power™ of self-consciousness.
I missed Providence Pride this year. I'm not in the least bit surprised about that given 1. I was working that day and 2. I thought it was the last weekend of the month of June and not the third weekend when it was celebrated. No big loss there in any case. Though it did give the bus lines a bit of a problem given that Route 1 that I usually take the day I have to work over-time had to temporarily re-route away from Dorrance Street. Although it was funny given that when it was heading down Washington Street I thought I had accidentally gotten on the Northbound bus instead of the Southbound. But after that scare from the re-route, I was happily heading down to work for a couple of hours overtime to cover while the
fuck-up second shift person can have his added time off for Father's Day. No names mentioned (publicly of course), but if you ask me, I'll more than happily tell anyone privately.
Waking up today was like waking up in the Crotch of the Bible Belt: I felt like I needed SCUBA gear in order to breathe properly. And without the necessary exhaust vent it's not as though I can run the portable AC unit for the time being. At least the good news is that sometime this week the vents covers that I had ordered from Haier (that didn't come with the package I purchased) should be in by the end of the week. So hopefully, I'll be able to run the A/C during the hottest parts of the summer. And it's looking like the humidity isn't going to be going away any time soon. Not sure what that's all about, but it's enough to annoy me.
Work… I have positively no words for that circus. Between the politics and the personal conflicts going on between the Manager and the Supervisor it's a royal Charlie-Foxtrot. All I'm doing for the moment is riding it through and hoping that it'll clear itself out one way or another. While it's nice to being Nightbreed again and management is only seen sparingly the changes that seem to be going on boggles both the conscious mind and the imagination. And that's all I'm going to say on that subject in a public setting.
And with that -- I think I've covered everything for the time being. I'll close it here for now and hopefully sometime this week, I'll don the hat of the Mad Scientist™ and try to make another wallpaper. Until the next time.