Thu, 23 May 2013 17:35:03 -0700 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/ Lussumo Vanilla 1.1.4 & Feed Publisher http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313108#Comment_313108 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313108#Comment_313108 Fri, 21 Oct 2011 04:04:16 -0700 Horrible Warning Si
Instructions: Tell us about the last seven suns. Tell us what you hate, what you love, what's pissing you off. Tell us what's broken about the world, tell us what you want. Tell us how you plan to change everything, tell us what you're building in your basement, or, hell, just dance or play a tune.

I, we, and all of us are here for you. Smash your wordvenom against us. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313127#Comment_313127 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313127#Comment_313127 Fri, 21 Oct 2011 09:28:57 -0700 oldhat
I finished my first week of gym membership and I'm feeling optimistic about it. Regardless the rush of endorphins after the workout is worth it. I wouldn't say that I've made any "friends" there. There's one or two people I kind of talk to, but since the gym is made up of solidified groups and people bringing their friends along, I've mainly kept to myself, though I'm friendly when approached and those I ahve talked to have been great. Also have been reading up on my coach Savoy who...wow. I knew about the program which gives boxing lessons to abuse survivors (which alone is awesome), but Savoy's history just makes me respect her more.

Provided that my folks don't hog the kitchen, I'm bottling my beer today which will make it ready to drink by Halloween, which is perfect since it's a Halloween-themed brew. Speaking of, here's the label done by Whitechapel's own nocuddletime (Robert Burrows)
]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313132#Comment_313132 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313132#Comment_313132 Fri, 21 Oct 2011 09:51:55 -0700 outlawpoet
Downsides:

behind on projects

car towed

out of money

work is bad and threatening to get worse

Upsides:

crashspace still going strong

weekend means sleep

might get car back today

Dezso Molnar wants us to help him make flying motorcycles

]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313133#Comment_313133 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313133#Comment_313133 Fri, 21 Oct 2011 09:58:06 -0700 RandomEntity The Bad:
So I've been feeling pretty hopeless and drifting along for a long time, probably near to a year. I was laid off last July and have been unemployed since then, sending out tons and tons of resumes and trying to get any job. We [my wife and our 2 kids] were pretty much forced to move to this ass backwards town in Maryland where a friend of ours owns a house and is letting us live rent free. So that was the good. Then my unemployment got shut off and my wife was able to get a job at the mall making just over minimum wage so we've been able to survive. I stay at home and watch our 2 year old son, while continuing to look for work.
A few weeks ago I did an online application for Pizza Hut, because I was feeling especially self hating that day, i suppose. I get an email saying that sorry, there are no positions for you. Even though there were 2 positions on the site. So essentially I can't even work at fucking Pizza Hut.
The Good:
Spurred by that, and the feeling of complete hopelessness in this area, I made the decision that we're going to move to LA. There is literally nothing here for me, I'm 2 hours away from my "home" where my family and friends are and I never see them anyways, If I'm going to be alone and miserable I might as well be alone and miserable where I have a shot at doing something I love. This coming week starts me emailing VFX studios in LA to see if they're going to need summer interns. We plan on moving in March with the tax return money.
After discussing things with the wife and figuring out budgeting and stuff, we decided to just take the essentials and what will fit in my tiny car and drive. I'm finally starting over, with my family and everything. I'm scared out of my fucking mind but at the same time, I feel like it's my only hope.

TL;DR?
I feel hopeless and trapped so I'm betting it all and moving to LA to find a job in the VFX field. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313166#Comment_313166 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313166#Comment_313166 Fri, 21 Oct 2011 20:01:08 -0700 Luke @oldhat I don't see how other people could possibly hog an area required for beer production. That would be like camping in a nuclear reactor - lethally dangerous, and standing in the way of progress!
@outlawpoet Good luck with projects and work. Glad to see you're still doing your own things even with the pressure, and hoping you'll get both up to speed.
@RandomEntitiy It would be ridiculous for me to give advice on such an obviously decided course, so I'll join you in in hoping you get the VFXing going. Good luck.

Before I say anything, because words still work better when you can see people:


(even when you're seeing them with a pseudo-stern glare and facial fuzz grown as research for an article.)

This week has been both good and not-as-brilliant-as-it-could-have-been for the usual reasons: I successfully wrote X but failed to write X times infinity plus everything else I want to. I'm working on it.

A highlight was burning my own face off with multiple hot sauces for an article, then dousing the flames with alcohol. Which (contrary to propaganda) is not flammable and in fact acts as a cooling and soothing medicine. Another is the cash boost tomorrow from teaching an exam cram session. Many students spend the whole term and thousands of dollars ignoring the course, but if you turn up just before the exam you suddenly have their complete attention and a very reasonable fee. The wife continues to dominate her PhD thesis, now doing battle with citation software and the names of more scientists than SHIELD's payroll.

I'm also polishing up a Future Shock submission, and excited to even be in a place where I'd consider sending such a glorious thing. Never mind sending it then chugging a Crystal Skull liquor and laughing maniacally, which is exactly what I'll do come Monday.

I love writing, life, and only hope I can project some of both vibes out to all the Whitechapelers. Good luck with the everything! ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313230#Comment_313230 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313230#Comment_313230 Sat, 22 Oct 2011 13:58:14 -0700 razrangel

As for me...that mantra of persistence is one I have to remind myself to say, not just say it! I was just thinking earlier how frustrated I felt that I've posted blogs and things recently and had almost no response. But it's because I forgot that persistence is what I need, not immediate gratification. It's time for the long haul. I'm as eager for it as anyone might be eager to go see the dentist. Only imagine that nearly every day will be a trip to the dentist from here on out for an indeterminate length of time and the only thing that will make it better is that eventually I'll get to know the dentists and they'll know me.... But first I have to actually start. And I haven't yet. Not that I couldn't. I could/should have started two months ago. Instead I've let myself get distracted, telling myself after today is over and I get past this hurdle in front of me now I'll try again tomorrow. For Two Months! Hell even this week I thought I really need to exercise every day and practice my warmups and read a bit more and all told this should take two hours. I can do that! Has it happened? Of course not.

I guess I have excuses aplenty. My sister is getting married in a little over a week. My father is sick - very sick. Worryingly sick. My mom has taken to calling extended family to see if they can visit while he's able to handle talking to guests. I try to take care of him during the weekdays when mom works but I am supposed to put in community service to pay the fine on a traffic ticket (which infuriates me because I don't mind community service when I pick to do it, but do mind it when I swear I didn't do anything wrong!) and also I'm fighting to keep my head above water in my Japanese class. But like exercising and warming up I'm getting to it every day and so studying maybe once a week is making it nearly impossible to do better than C- work. ACK. No this is not good.

All in all, everything that I have to do is crashing into everything else so that I'd rather run away and watch videos and write silly stories that no one will see. I don't know how to organize my time to get through everything. I only bulldoze my way and then by the end of the day I'm feeling dull and vaguely angry and not at all artistic or inventive. It really hit me when I went to an improv class on Thursday night and I really sucked because I couldn't think and I couldn't feel and nothing felt comfortable and the teacher had to point out that I was closed off and not letting anything get to me and therefore denying all the possibilities. It's true and it's so bad. I mean, if I'm going to act for a living (and I really want to) I have to be able to be open even on the bad days. Even when everything is going nuts and I'm worried about everyone around me and I don't know how I'm going to pay my bills and I don't know what to say for myself, I still have to be able to pull together when it's my turn on, whether it's on a stage or a mic or on paper.

*long breath in, long breath out*

I have a lot of work to do and very little discipline. My dad is very sick. My oldest brother is a trial. My sister is getting married. My friends are having very stressful times.

I'm shocked to find how, in two months, I've become unable to touch this with a more feeling/artistic/creative approach. I switched into mechanical "doing" mode and can't switch out. Crap.


Ok and I just saw this and must share. Beyond words. Holy...!!!




Ok.. I'm trying to post this fan-made Doctor Who animation, which must be seen to be believed, but the embed thing is making me fight with it...and I don't want to.
Stunning amazing incredible Doctor Who fan video here. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313259#Comment_313259 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313259#Comment_313259 Sat, 22 Oct 2011 20:58:25 -0700 trini_naenae
Last night (Friday) I went to a local theater production of Hamlet with my boss (and her husband and father). Dressed in a great outfit but didn't get any photos or get to show it off to anyone besides my boss etc. The theater did a great job with the play, bringing out all the cheekiness and irony to go with all the angst and tragedy. And I had a whole thing typed up that I lost and I'm not going to retype because I don't remember it enough. Ah well.

Good things: I've been getting more hours (ish). I have multiple plans for Halloween weekend. Did some thrift store shopping and got some really sweet boots that might be used for a costume. Tomorrow I might get a call for a potential roommate situation. While I'd really rather live on my own, having a roommate is still a step up from living with the parents.

Bad things: My mom's best friend growing up is on her deathbed. She's had cancer for a long time (lymphoma) and she lived way longer than was expected, but it's still hard for my mom and I'm sure the family etc. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313269#Comment_313269 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313269#Comment_313269 Sat, 22 Oct 2011 23:51:17 -0700 Steerpike This week: Kidney stone.

Whitechapel betting pool on what next? My money's down for either lightning strike or meteorite. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313270#Comment_313270 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313270#Comment_313270 Sat, 22 Oct 2011 23:56:13 -0700 DavidLejeune http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313271#Comment_313271 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313271#Comment_313271 Sun, 23 Oct 2011 00:29:13 -0700 government spy
Previously, I had attended a family education class and two Al-Anon meetings.

The three day family & patient course was made up of a couple married couples, and the rest were sets of parents and their troubled kids. I was the only boyfriend/non-married partner to attend. Apparently, in most drug addiction or alcohol treatment scenarios, not a lot of boyfriends come to show their support.

Man, you cannot come to things like this and not expect to cry a lot.

The first day, I came home from work, got about a two hour nap and spent the rest of the day at the group. It was long, and I got to spend about half of it with my girl, the rest I spent learning about alcoholism-as-a-disease. One of the phrases was that the addict is not responsible for their actions while they were using, but they are accountable for them. Also, their addiction is not a choice, but their recovery is. Both of those are very meaningful things for me to learn/deal with.

The second day was tougher. Patients and families had to act out how the addiction looked to them, including how the enabler acted from the patients' point of view. Ours was pretty much the same from both points of view, excepting some minor details. She used an example of how she would get her paycheck on Thursday, leave work about 4:30pm (except in my version, she leaves work at noon, but tells me she's leaving at 4:30), go cash it, tell me she was going to have a drink or two, and then not come home until after I was asleep (after midnight). When I would wake up for work, she'd be passed out on the couch, and it would be impossible for me to wake her up. Then, after I would have to leave for work; she'd oversleep for her job, which is 5 minutes walking distance away.

I tried to show another example, of how I would take her out for dinner, and she would ask me for permission to drink, and I would buy her drinks all night, and then later act all self-righteous and blamey. Unfortunately, she misunderstood my example as more, "see how bad you were" instead of it being "see how I contributed to your problem?" The ride home was full of silent treatments and judgements, until we both remembered some of the things we had just started leaning, and by the time we got home, we had made up. Much better than how we used to handle things, with yelling and drinking.

The third day was extremely powerful. We had to sit facing each other, reading from three lists we had written: Our resentments of the things the other person had done, the regrets we had for the things we did to the other person, and the things we really liked about the other person. We took turns reading from our own lists, and each time we read a list, the other person had to repeat one of the statements, aknowledging that they had listened. This was very difficult and rewarding. I can be a good listener, but I am an even better interrupter. Our regrets were fairly close to each other's resentments, which meant that we already felt guilty about the things the other was upset about. Then, ending with the nice & happy list meant hugs and clapping and everyone being happy.

I've learned that my instincts when dealing with my partner's addiction have been way wrong. I've also learned I need to seek help on my own. While I may not have had a drinking problem, my relationship was not getting better while I drank and judged and yelled. I have stopped the first one, and am working on the other two. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313278#Comment_313278 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313278#Comment_313278 Sun, 23 Oct 2011 07:30:06 -0700 nelzbub @ everyone-sympathies and good luck with your worries.
@ flecky- where you at mate? not seen you here for a week or so . all ok?

nice things for nice people-shit sandwiches for the shits. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313279#Comment_313279 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313279#Comment_313279 Sun, 23 Oct 2011 08:04:29 -0700 glukkake
Yesterday I had to have my teeth deep cleaned, which is a cleaning procedure below the gum line and that requires anesthetic. It apparently took over 20 shots for my mouth to numb up to where it only felt like getting tattooed inside my gums in some places. I decided that was good enough and just meditated like I would if I was getting a tattoo. Then spent the rest of the day with my face numbed up and freaking out that it would stay like that forever - it took 7 hours for it to go away. Apparently food & massage was key as I hadn't eaten in a good 20 hours before I managed to get a protein shake down my throat. I've been forgetting to eat a lot this week.

Which all culminated in taking a couple of pain killers for the pain/to try to get to sleep early and had a shitastic time with it. I have a bunch of pills from an old prescription that sometimes makes me go insane. It's about a 1 in 20 chance, but I crit failed this time. It starts with having a weird body high and then falling into waking dreams and audio hallucinations - if you've ever taken a low dose of mushrooms, it's basically like that. I laid like this for hours - uncontrollable daydreams & audio hallucinations - until I fell asleep and proceeded to have a series of vivid dreams about being inadequate and people rejecting me "for your own good".

I'm incredibly listless today and the most frustrating thing is I know it's just that it's all chemical. I've fucked myself up this week barely sleeping, barely eating and then putting my body through an incredible amount of mental and physical stress. But I still feel on the verge of tears and I have things to do today that don't involve indulging my emotions. Sigh. Eating & sleeping & laughing are all the prescriptions I need to indulge in for the next few days. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313284#Comment_313284 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313284#Comment_313284 Sun, 23 Oct 2011 10:32:03 -0700 JP Carpenter @all - peace to everyone

It's been a bit of an odd week. Things have been getting better with good days and bad days, my partner has been trying very hard to pick yourself up and get organised, getting the girls to bed on time and sorting things out that she's been putting off for ages. Every so often the veneer cracks though and she ends up in despair, which makes me upset too again so it's not really been a bed of roses.

I've been trying very hard to break out of the cycle of depression by taking positive steps. On a couple of days this week I managed to walk to the office from the station, which helps a great deal - also been eating less and trying to make sure I'm taking vitamin supplements. I've also made an appointment for a telephone assessment for a local cognitive behavioural therapy counselling service. Which I'm hoping might help break the cycle of going on and off antidepressants every few months that I've been trapped in for the last three years - I get sick of the tablets' side-effects, come off them and find myself getting ill again. Felt pretty rough over bits of the last week though and now have a bastard cold so am doped up on co-codamol and trying to make my head stop throbbing.

I also bought a large beanbag for the bedroom which lease gives me somewhere to go in the house that is not in front of the telly and is away from the kids. That means a lot because it means I've got somewhere to go and read quietly. I'm up there now, it's calm, I have Mahler on, the lighting is low and it's comfortable. Need a reading lamp mind, but otherwise, all cool.

Have been on a 'getting organised' type of kick, ordered a top notch microphone for voice recognition as I can talk faster than I can type and had it working really well some time ago, want to persevere this time and get it set up properly.

The real problem, though, is the sense of being all dressed up and nowhere to go. For some reason I've made it a mission to be prepared for anything, any creative endeavour I might choose to turn my hand to. I'm surrounded by brilliant things and fantastic tools - I have great software, great books, cameras, beautiful pens, music making equipment, lovely guitars. I have an awesome working environment, but when it comes down to it I just don't know what to do with it all, I spend all day with great tunes in my head, loads of ideas, and then they're all gone. I suppose it's lack of time - I spend so long out of the house at work that when I do finally have time to do what I'm interested in I just panic, like a rabbit in headlights and don't know what to do... Bugs the hell out of me... ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313351#Comment_313351 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313351#Comment_313351 Sun, 23 Oct 2011 21:18:57 -0700 RenThing
A friend of ours has been doing the Paleo Diet with a ridiculous amount of success and we decided to give it a shot. Over the last year, especially since the boy was born, our eating habits have gotten kind of shit. Between being tired from work and adding the Spawn to our lives, the desire to come home and cook a full, well-rounded dinner every night has been rather low. My wife has wanted to do more to get healthier and after talking to said friend decided she wanted to try this diet. After reading about it I decided to go along with it to be supportive and, well, no harm in eating healthier right?

We took a look at what the diet calls for and had honest talks about what we could manage to do without and what we couldn't/didn't want to give up. Butter, during the first thirty days, is supposed to be verbotten for instance and while we did make the switch to cooking with olive oil instead, we still used a little butter for taste. I hate eating salads plain so I didn't give up ranch nor BBQ sauce. However, I've gone thirty days without having fast food other than a deli sandwich and I haven't had a soda of any kind a month (thankfully caffeine is ok so I've been drinking coffee and tea more). End result? I'm eating more fruit and veg, I've dropped six pounds just by changing my eating habits, and I'm honestly feeling better. Tomorrow is the end of the thirty days when we can technically expand our menu options to include some starches and what not but I'm thinking of mostly just staying as is. Again, can't hurt, right?

Other than that, life's been ok. Got a promotion at work, family is healthy, and the only "bad" thing is I've been largely uninspired in my writing. I think fatigue and a couple of rejections on some stories I'd submitted recently knocked me for a bit of a loop but I need to suck it up and get back on the horse.

Be well everyone. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313429#Comment_313429 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313429#Comment_313429 Mon, 24 Oct 2011 14:55:22 -0700 icelandbob
So this past week has been..... tough

Those of you who also speak to me on twitter & FB will know all about this, but for those who don't a Recap...

Last weekend saw the end of the Iceland Airwaves festival. It was a massive fun time (which you can read about here if you want). It was also doubly fun in that my brother came up for the weekend and we pretty much burned Reykjavik to the ground, pissing off half the populace in the process. I eventually managed to get him on a flight last Sunday and managed to finish partying and writing up the whole weekend that night.

Last week was supposed to be be all about decompressing, relaxing and considering my next moves. But then on Tuesday, the really horrible happened. I let my cat, Stalin out in the morning as per usuall. He's usually by the door when i get home from work, but this time he wasn't there. Not a problem i thought. he's just out having fun, but as the day turned into night and there was no sign of him, we really began to worry. By Friday things were looking bad. I looked averywhere for several square kilometres, but no sign of him. I was up every night sick with worry. I'd put up posters all over the area, and i was so miserable and distraught, i started crying to Björk songs. And i never cry to music!

On Saturday i had to go to a friend's Stag do. The night itself was lovely and it was great to get away from it all with several really good friends at a nice country cottage with a massive hot tub and a speaker pumping our massive tunes. However the amount of booze and psychedelics consumed meant that at 2am, i was hugging our main speaker while Sunn 0))) was playing at full volume Crying "I WANT MY FUCKING CAT!" Needless to say it wasn't one of my finest moments...

But come Sunday, i wake up to find a text from Sigga. Stalin had turned up! He was a bit messy, his face was a bit bashed up and he was a little traumatised, but apart from that, he was fine! I was so happy, i consumed 5 massive vodka cocktails and was completely smashed when i returned home. Needless to say, Sigga was not too happy with me when i fell through the door.

Last week was fucking horrible, stressful and utterly depressing. This week starts anew.

Oh, and here's a pic of my brother and I slamdancing alone to a local band...

]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313440#Comment_313440 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313440#Comment_313440 Mon, 24 Oct 2011 16:35:15 -0700 Rachæl Tyrell
@governmentspy - Also, that takes balls. You are a good man.

@SingularityJones - Fear. That's what keeps me from making things. What if it's terrible. Or worse, what if it's really good? then I'd have to make sure the next thing is even BETTER! god. And if I finally produce all that stuff that I keep telling myself is why I have to stay around, if I finally create all that stuff, then what will be keeping me here? I'll be done. But really, it's mostly fear of failure, and being far more comfortable to be able to blame it on the million legitimate reasons for not getting art done. Which aren't reasons to not create whatsoever, even if they ARE real and legitimate.

@glukakke - if I weren't sick with death cold, i'd take you out for fancy sushi or something.

@icelandbob - I'm glad Stalin is back.


As for me, seems it might be Lupus.

Ha ha ha ha ha.... hah.... fuck.

The other possibilities are rare weird immune disorders or genetic issues that seem to point towards renal failure. Low C3 levels but normal C4 levels in "complement components" don't seem to have that many causes to choose from. I think. Maybe Lupus. Or something else even wierder and rare.

I'm so tired of this.

I was thinking of buying a google deal thing I got in my email box about a 7 day drip to Cairo for just under $2,000. It's irresponsible to do with my money, It'd eat up most of my funds, and probably dangerous to go alone as a female, but... I just want to DO something instead of just pissing my life away with this search for medical answers that might never ever get answered. I'd like to live a bit while i can, and use this money for something worthwhile, instead of just living slightly less poor for a number of months. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313448#Comment_313448 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313448#Comment_313448 Mon, 24 Oct 2011 18:36:17 -0700 DavidLejeune and C4 should be low for lupus, but only C3 for septicemia, fungal, or parasitic infections). ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313460#Comment_313460 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313460#Comment_313460 Mon, 24 Oct 2011 20:25:39 -0700 RandomEntity @Rachael
Thanks, and I'M SCARED OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND!
Also


@EVERYONE Things get better, they do. At least that's what I keep telling myself anyways. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313465#Comment_313465 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313465#Comment_313465 Mon, 24 Oct 2011 20:40:53 -0700 Rachæl Tyrell http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313487#Comment_313487 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313487#Comment_313487 Tue, 25 Oct 2011 05:40:57 -0700 roadscum We have some clever people around here, perhaps someone could have a think about this and come up with some suggestions, 'Roadscum is daft, don't listen to him' being one of the more likely ones. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313489#Comment_313489 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313489#Comment_313489 Tue, 25 Oct 2011 06:35:40 -0700 Pooka So until about three months ago I owned part of a comic book store here in lexington. We got tired of our stupid business partners so we sold our share and are in the process of starting an online collectibles store. We mostly deal in eighties toys and expensive comic books. The day after the event I set up at my second convention this year, but ended up not making any money. My merch didn't really fit with the theme of the show (but I got a deal on tables so I went anyway, just for the hell of it...nothing lost but time really). I did get to hang out with an awesome wolf who was stationed outside my door. He was the mascot for a wildlife conservation organization! I also got to meet a few more local artists (and an awesome german chick who was working on her docterate for some sort of water related degree. She had a booth selling her brother's faery based artwork), and that's always a good thing.

I've got a project to keep me occupied though. I have this elaborate tattoo design project I'm doing for my business partner. The art is simple, but the layout is very complex, and will take all my creativity and skill to make it work. My hands aren't as skilled as they once were, not even by a tenth, but I can still do this. Slowly, and painfully, but I'll make it work, and the real task is figuring out the symbology and placement...woot. I feel all creative.


This is me being sad, and discouraged though...
my art show location never got back to me for scheduling, so I'm back to square one again...sigh
It seems like everytime I start to relax and start to feel like I'm finding my place and my pace something comes along to fuck it all up. I'll have to push my show back by a couple months most likely, so I'm going to miss the whole christmas buying rush I was banking on. This is so very frustrating...all I want to do is make money for the bar, my business partners, and myself...and I can do it if they'll give me a chance. Maybe it's the band I have...kinda a rap/crunkcore/experimental group that works with one of my business partners. I'd hate to drop them though...It would make me feel like an ass.

One more positive note. I might be working with a local celtic/folk singer. I want to try my hand at singing, and he said he'd love to hear me and maybe work with me. Woot. :) fun fun. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313513#Comment_313513 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313513#Comment_313513 Tue, 25 Oct 2011 09:57:27 -0700 mister hex
Strange times recently. Health problems that scare the shit out of me and then just go away. Still no job but creatively, things keep getting better and better. As of November, I will have been celibate for six years. So I either really need to get laid or never bother with it ever again.

I've been smoking a lot more lately, almost two packs a day. I'll quit when I'm up to two LIGHTERS a day. And not before. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313527#Comment_313527 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313527#Comment_313527 Tue, 25 Oct 2011 12:52:09 -0700 Fauxhammer
I still keep going, though. I'm kind of robotic in that sense. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313562#Comment_313562 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313562#Comment_313562 Tue, 25 Oct 2011 20:21:34 -0700 DavidLejeune http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313568#Comment_313568 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313568#Comment_313568 Tue, 25 Oct 2011 20:40:46 -0700 Rachæl Tyrell
@ Roadscum - I really hope you are right. I'd really rather have some kind of infestation that I'd have a chance of eradicating than just further confirm how much my body hates itself. And that suggestion is WAAAY better than random friend of my mom's from 25 years ago writing to me on Facebook: "I had symptoms of Lupus & Sjorns. But it turned out to be something else. I finally was diagnosed with Myelodisplastic Syndrome. My bone marrow was producing bad cells, I had to have a bone marrow transplant. I take my meds and I am fine now." Yessirree, I'm hoping for organ worms.

@DavidLejeune - And here's the kicker. So, I'd recently been all happy to think that the reason things went bad with the fellow I miss terribly was because of the brain swelling from Lyme. Everything was fine between us for so long, but every time things get bad, and I start sobbing and freaking, there's also the BRAIN SWELLING! So it's my health that's causing it! Not him! .... But it's probably NOT Lyme, and probably never was. And Lupus appears and flares from EXTREME emotional/life/health stress. So what suddenly brought on the brain swelling that won't go away? Well, it started ... right when I got my heart broken and everything I thought we were to each other was suddenly a lie and I had nothing and nobody to hang on to. Aaaaand the brain swelling won't stop. And I still miss him every day. And it's been two years. So maybe I am just fixated and crazy, but christ, I don't know what to do. I'm at the point of just asking him to go to therapy with me so I can get some fucking closure and understand what the fuck happened to I can move on and not have my health suffer from a broken heart. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313622#Comment_313622 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313622#Comment_313622 Wed, 26 Oct 2011 10:43:15 -0700 brittanica Bright side, I went to my parents' farm yesterday. They planted about an acre of strawberries last month, and have already gotten 10 gallons of berries from them. So I came home w/ a tub of really ripe strawberries I picked myself. The novelty of getting them in October is almost better than the berries themselves. And they bought me more groceries than we could afford in a month. I feel so so bad, because I know they are struggling. Dad just stopped working again (he was in construction) to spend more time on the farm. They're wanting to open as a pick-your-own next Spring. They have equipment to buy, a professional kitchen and toilet facilities to build, plants to buy and transplant and take care of, loans to pay back, and I know they can't be making THAT much off my mom's job at the hospital's ER registration.
I did talk to Dad over breakfast about my What-the-Fuck-Am-I-Doing-With-My-Life problems. And my dad, my pragmatic-as-fuck, never finished college, good ol' farm boy, Conservative Independent dad gave me his equivalent of a "chase your dreams" encouragement. "Whatever you want to do, you have to live it. You can talk about it, you can think about it, you can piddle w/ it, but at some point... You just have to go for it." It meant so much. I always have this deep fear of disappointing them; I know I don't, but I can't shake it. But it just seems like, now, we're all in the same boat, just trying to figure out our place. Mom and Dad are in their early-fifties. They started the berry farm 4 years ago. I can't help thinking they'd be happier if they'd started 10 years ago.
I'm sitting here, crying, because I have no other place to vent. I feel like a burden and a downer trying to explain how frustrated I am to the fella, or to my parents, or just yelling into Twitter, even. I want something more than this. I want to be happy w/ my life. But at this point, it's hard to think that it'll ever be more than decorating cakes and resting at home from decorating cakes. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313623#Comment_313623 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313623#Comment_313623 Wed, 26 Oct 2011 10:52:03 -0700 razrangel
Yep, we notice. Good things and good health, good sir. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313635#Comment_313635 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313635#Comment_313635 Wed, 26 Oct 2011 12:38:45 -0700 allana I need a new cellphone like nobody's business. Also I greatly dislike Rogers. So I went to Wind Mobile and asked to put a new phone on a tab and get this sweet $30/month deal they have on right now. This deal will be gone in a week, so time is of the essence.
After three in-person store reps and two on the phone, I have FINALLY figured out what is going wrong in their weaselly computer system. I'm trying to register with my credit card (required for the tab) and their system is checking with Equifax Canada to verify my address and personal info. Not my credit card company or bank, not with any gov't agency, but with Equifax. With whom I have never spoken. Where they get their information is anyone's guess, but they are horribly out of date.
After the first two in-store attempts (after which NOBODY told me why the mystery system was rejecting me) I finally got someone on the phone to tell me it's Equifax's problem. One more in-store attempt and I'm still being rejected. I find Equifax's Secret Customer Service Phone Number (no joke, they refuse to give it out directly) and get them to verify exactly which obsolete address they have on file. I call in to Wind one more time and they tell me I'll have to wait until Equifax creates my account and snail-mails me some documents (another week) before I can update my info with Equifax and THEN register with Wind.
Who. Ever. Gave. Equifax. The. Right.
Who. Ever. Hired. Such. Incompetent. Stooges. To. Work. Customer. Service. For. Wind.
Why. Did. This. Take. So. Much. Work.
Most importantly, why aren't these people doing everything in their power to take my money?

I think I'm soured on all the new cellphone startups, now. Maybe Koodo has a good deal on a simple phone? Maybe Rogers can be conned into giving me a better rate since I've put up with their shit for almost five years now?
Or, wait! I'll just go off-grid! That'll solve everything. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313654#Comment_313654 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313654#Comment_313654 Wed, 26 Oct 2011 15:05:54 -0700 icelandbob
It completely sucks. My mum for years had problems with the UK version of equifax as the people who lived in the address before her ran up a shitload of bills, but they always went by the address, "Oh we have that address down as blacklisted, sorry", "But that wasn't me! That was the previous tenants", "Sorry there's nothing i can do". It took her over 2 years to clear her home. And they went by snail-mail as well.

Ironically it's easier here in Iceland. I can't get a loan, overdraft, credit card or any HP... because i'm not Icelandic and therefore untouchable. End of! ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313676#Comment_313676 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313676#Comment_313676 Wed, 26 Oct 2011 19:39:56 -0700 oldhat
Things have been overall pretty good. I'm going to the gym and improving in areas that left me winded and wanting to vomit (ie ALL OF THE THINGS), still brewing beer, going back to making the odd post in Thirsty Wench, meeting new people with D&D Encounters and impressing them with being a newcomer and being able to play and I've started the nightly ritual of reading a bit of my book before bed, made easier with a lamp recently put on my nightstand.

I've been offered two jobs in something I'm good at (one at photography, the other at pretending to be someone else in social media platforms) that will pay well and see me through until Christmas, I got my ears pierced, hair dyed to my original hair colour and bought a few articles of clothing that make me feel good. And while I still haven't taken any pictures in a while, I'm feeling the urge to pick up the camera coming back bit by bit.

One good/bad thing is that I'm eating more (as opposed to the one meal a day that I normally have) but am eating junk. This has led to some obvious weight gain. Tomorrow when I get some time after finished some press releases, I'm going to write myself a few meal plans, but some more fruit/vegetables and work out something for when I'm finished at the gym (after a workout I get absolutely ravenous).

So I guess that's good in that I have an idea of what to do. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313709#Comment_313709 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313709#Comment_313709 Thu, 27 Oct 2011 04:44:12 -0700 government spy http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313730#Comment_313730 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313730#Comment_313730 Thu, 27 Oct 2011 09:49:52 -0700 Rachæl Tyrell http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313731#Comment_313731 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313731#Comment_313731 Thu, 27 Oct 2011 10:37:21 -0700 razrangel http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313734#Comment_313734 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313734#Comment_313734 Thu, 27 Oct 2011 10:55:08 -0700 Argos http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313738#Comment_313738 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313738#Comment_313738 Thu, 27 Oct 2011 11:21:15 -0700 Argos
But wait! There's more!

Last night we had a "talk" over gchat, and he was apologizing because he said he realized that he had offended me, and he was sorry. And I tried to be all "Well, yeah but mostly I was just annoyed cos you weren't listening to what I was saying" and trying to be like "yeah you were a dick but I'm over it and it's okay, for real." And he replies how it was NOT okay and he "sinned" against me, but he's learning. And so I was all "dude, no really, it's okay." And he told me to stop, because the only way he can grow is to make the experience too painful for him not to.

Anyway, I'm glad he learned a lesson, that's good, but I feel kind of weird at how self-flagellating he's being about the whole thing. I really wasn't THAT angry at him, nor was I hurt, I was just annoyed and offended that he was being hypocritical at me over fitness goals, and doing so just because I'm female. :/ ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313739#Comment_313739 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313739#Comment_313739 Thu, 27 Oct 2011 11:27:57 -0700 oldhat http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313741#Comment_313741 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313741#Comment_313741 Thu, 27 Oct 2011 11:32:00 -0700 Argos
Dude needs to learn how to listen, and stop thinking that he knows what people are thinking and what's best for them. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313742#Comment_313742 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313742#Comment_313742 Thu, 27 Oct 2011 11:33:24 -0700 oldhat http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313746#Comment_313746 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313746#Comment_313746 Thu, 27 Oct 2011 11:44:15 -0700 icelandbob http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313747#Comment_313747 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313747#Comment_313747 Thu, 27 Oct 2011 11:57:16 -0700 Argos
And, hahah, yeah. Poor Templesmith. I did think it funny that that "chat" came up not long after this other incident. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313748#Comment_313748 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313748#Comment_313748 Thu, 27 Oct 2011 11:59:02 -0700 JP Carpenter
@Argos - guy sounds like a bit of a dick. Clearly more of a problem with him than anything else, and probably butthurt he didn't manage to say the right thing?

@Rachael - fear of failure? It could be. I think with me it's more of a meta-fear - I'm so terrified of wasting time (because literally I have to compress EVERYTHING into two days a week because of the hours I work and commute) and doing nothing that I do precisely that...



@Allana - these people are fucking evil. I'm getting really paranoid about this at the moment, as my mother in law has used our address for various things and we're getting debt collectors letters because she's not sorted things out, or she's expected my partner to sort them knowing that she's in a real state at the moment and can't hope to deal with her mother's bloody admin as well. Now, I don't know for sure if things are connected, but recently one of my credit cards which I have a large balance on put my rate up by about 5% out of the blue, my own bank have given me a card but not with the limit that I'd wanted - I don't want her fucking up my hitherto spotless credit rating. She even gave my mobile number to Sky TV, who I've had various rants at about but they refuse to remove it citing 'data protection'. So I told them the other day when they rang that she'd been eaten by cannibals and wouldn't need the service any more. The next time I'm going to pretend to be her husband and demand that they enable the filthiest pornography on air...

Anyhow... today I've felt brilliant. Which I really don't understand. It happens so infrequently... not tired, clear head, limbs aren't heavy, good mood, able to concentrate and even work through a massive pile of jumbled invoices (I'm handing the management of our departmental budgets to a colleague - YAY!) which had been bugging me for ages. Despite getting up at 4am to get into the office for 7, I'm still feeling fine now. The last time I felt remotely OK like this was one day at the back end of August, and before that, two days in April. I wish I could bottle it, but it'll probably evaporate tomorrow. The last time I had a sustained period of feeling like this was 2000. For about 12 weeks. It's days like this that remind me how I am normally. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313761#Comment_313761 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313761#Comment_313761 Thu, 27 Oct 2011 14:27:28 -0700 chris g @brit - hang in there! you've always been sweet to me and things will be better soon!

I think it's Thursday today? So it's been a week since I had to spend over 24 hours in this damn store because this bullshit movie has been occupying this entire block since last Monday. I've had some crappy nights but that was probably the shittiest one in a while. Good thing it's a furniture store so I napped on one of the beds lol, boots on and everything. I couldn't shut the back doors because there was these thick cables going straight through the store to connect to condors outside, UGH. Luckily the guy who does security for the pool hall next door lent me a chain so I could be safe.
Stupid me I didn't tighten it enough and some mother fucker slithered through. Good thing I had the loud "Ding Dong!" doorbell plugged in to make it obvious. I stood up and took the screwdriver out of my coat pocket ready to stab this fucker but it was some little jizz stain from the movie crew "I left my jacket in here." What a piece of shit. This time I tightened the chain up and took perodic naps since I was paranoid all damn night.
I filled out some W9 form with one of the location managers so I'm still waiting for that guy to pay my ass. Also I saw Ryan Gosling that night taking pics with girls. Pretty underwhelming unless your boobs are growing and period cycle are just beginning but he seems nice.
Only tether to sanity from all that bullshit was my cat and playing Arkham City, which I already beat the shit out of. It's the greatest Batman experience ever but that game genuinely depressed me for a while. Where the fuck does Batman go from here? It really 1-ups Nolan's Dark Knight on the nihilism scale. He better have something special up his goddamn bat sleeve to top this shit!
I dunno what else. My entire spine has been aching for months now. I've been sitting down at work all day for most of the year as opposed to the last couple of years I was standing at a counter and felt great. So sitting is going to be what kills me. Fuck. Anyway, I need to start a new Space Shark. Been dicking around too much. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313802#Comment_313802 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313802#Comment_313802 Thu, 27 Oct 2011 21:55:56 -0700 glukkake But I will so take out the newspaper on anyone who needs it, Argos.

And I additionally hope that Flecky returns to regale us with his stories. Highlight of my day, that boy. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313820#Comment_313820 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313820#Comment_313820 Fri, 28 Oct 2011 05:10:16 -0700 Pooka
Someone I thought was my friend left me hanging when I really needed his help. Oh well...I was planning on doing a few projects with him and his company, but fuck it. It'll just give me more time for more profitable things...
I think I might have scared away the dude I was going to try to do some singing with (local irish folk song historian type). I asked him to send me some songs he wanted me to try out. He asked me to give him examples of what I liked to sing. I told him I was up to try just about anything but I sent him some modern examples and a few names of some folk songs that were within my range.... He said he'd never heard of fiona apple or flogging molly...
....
...
..
what?
He didn't seem as eager after that and delayed our meeting to an indefinate time. Maybe I'm being paranoid...just seems like a lot of people have been blowng me off lately.

Also...my bar fell through for my show Im guessing (no reply)...so now I have to start completely over. It's really pissing me right the fuck off. I can make the bar money...quite a bit of money if I'm given the chance...I've got a kick ass show I can put together with tons of professional pop culture artists, a dj, a live band, some cosplay models and a few collectibles vendors for some flavor.
I've got a cool little artsy/locally supplied bar and grill (they have organic locally grown and raised food stuffs that's absolutely delicious), that's willing to help me out for free but they're in a bad neighborhood and some of my artists weren't so happy about the crack whore that got arrested outside during my last show...
some....some of my artists were amused as hell and went out to watch...

Sigh...back to work I guess...gotta do something to keep my mind occupied. Gonna bug the bar again.... ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313830#Comment_313830 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313830#Comment_313830 Fri, 28 Oct 2011 10:10:00 -0700 glukkake http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313896#Comment_313896 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313896#Comment_313896 Sat, 29 Oct 2011 04:53:45 -0700 roadscum
It should, as always, have been simple; start 04.00, deliver to two shops in central London, do two collections out near Wembley, go back to the yard. Easy. You'll be done by lunchtime. Hang on, where have I heard that before..?

So, by the time I've done the second shop I'm running about an hour ahead of schedule and it's looking good. I get to the shed in Greenford for the first collection and yes, they'be got stuff for me BUT, it's not what's on my paperwork. So, the phone calls begin. After a while, one of the people who said they'd ring back actually does and it turns out that my stuff is at Wembley, which is handy as I was going there next anyway. Shame it took them an hour or so to work it out but hey, it's better than having to go up to Birmingham.

So I go to Wembley.

At Wembley they have a really nice canteen with comfy sofas and free coffee. Which is good because I'm going to be there a while. Nobody knows what i'm meant to be picking up and when they phoned the office someone said they'd ring back...

After a few cups of coffee and a walk around the block, my phone rings, the warehouse supervisor has arrived and do I know what I'm meant to be picking up? Once I've calmed down he very kindly makes a few phone calls and after some shouting and a bit of a wait they manage to work out what's going on and yes, my stuff should be all picked and ready to load...

...at about half past two this afternoon.

You know, i'm not supposed to be drinking coffee, if I die I shall sue the bastards.

Next time I do this job i'm going to ask for a sleeper cab. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313904#Comment_313904 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313904#Comment_313904 Sat, 29 Oct 2011 08:12:38 -0700 roadscum
Hang on... That shouldn't be there...

IT'S THE WRONG BLOODY LOAD!

I'm not happy with this, can you tell? ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313907#Comment_313907 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313907#Comment_313907 Sat, 29 Oct 2011 08:31:19 -0700 Fauxhammer http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313908#Comment_313908 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313908#Comment_313908 Sat, 29 Oct 2011 08:41:34 -0700 roadscum http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313940#Comment_313940 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313940#Comment_313940 Sat, 29 Oct 2011 18:18:29 -0700 Cameron C.
Very close to finishing my third comic filled with silly robots doing silly things.

I - very much out of the blue - got a call about an application I put in to this place about 6 months ago. Went in the next day, did an in store BS survey thing, interviewed with the manager, and he sent me on my way to get a pre-employment drug test. Once that and the background check come through later this week it looks like I'll be employed after 3 years of unemployment.

My desert friend tried to visit me a couple weeks ago but stuff got in the way. Then her car broke down. But it looks like she'll be coming up to see me on my birthday in a couple weeks. I sent her some money to help her get up here. It looks like she'll be taking the train up to see me, which means she might just stay the weekend at my place. Just after Christmas she leaves for good, so I hope we get to hang out for a weekend.

Bad:


Last night I heard my cat meowing to come in at the door. I open it and I see him come in and I let the door shut and he's gone somewhere. My little brother had just got home from his work. Our doggy was outside. This was around ten pm.

Then from my room I hear my cat making vomit noises from underneath my dresser. He likes to sleep in closets but he's never been one to go under or behind stuff like dressers or beds or tighter spots like those. I move my bed and I pick him up and put him down on the floor. He can hardly walk. It was almost like he was limping. Like his right leg was badly hurt.

I call my brother to come look at him. Our cat awkwardly makes his way to behind our couch. Our father and his girlfriend are away but my brother calls them. Our cat gets out from behind the couch and now neither of his legs are really working. He is sort of frantically crawling forward with his front paws and just dragging his feet behind him. He goes from one dark, out of the way hiding spot to another. He vomits a few more times. It's about ten thirty.

I went outside to take out the trash and empty the litter box. I can't see our dog in the yard, but the gate is closed. I call the emergency vet in a near by city and my brother leaves to take our kitty to them. Me, and some of the other people who live in the apartment spent a few hours looking for our dog. At one thirty I'm a few blocks away searching when I get a call from our father. Our cat was put to sleep. Something about his blood clotting gradually over some time, not letting his legs get enough blood. The loss of his legs was very sudden.

Around three I head home, without our dog, and try and get some sleep, cause I have class at nine am. Before leaving I tell my brother to call animal control.

While I'm in class my brother calls me to tell me that last night someone found our dog and, just a few minutes after my brother called, the shelter called him back saying they might have our doggy. She is now with us though we have no idea how she got out.

]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313948#Comment_313948 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10297&Focus=313948#Comment_313948 Sat, 29 Oct 2011 21:18:01 -0700 Rachæl Tyrell
Congrats on the job, though! That's FABULOUS! ]]>