Whitechapel - OPEN MIC -- the Spleen Venting Thread (24 hours or less)

OPEN MIC -- the Spleen Venting Thread (24 hours or less)

Horrible Warning Si — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 09:13:52 -0800

I'm in the mood to listen.

Begin.

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oldhat — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 09:41:13 -0800

And this just shows up when I post something on my blog. Well, here's what I wrote.

So this past week I’ve been feeling pretty rough. A few factors involved, primarily getting back from an extended holiday with The Fella and realizing I won’t see him for another month or two, gaining more weight than I would have liked, and being hit with the realization that I’m going to be stuck for the next year doing some awesome things and getting paid very little. While an upcoming internship is promising for a career and my publicity job is the most liberating, they both make little to no pay. With the internship lasting a year and the publicity job needing me for the next little while, I’m starting to feel pretty hopeless and stuck. These feelings come out ESPECIALLY when I think about how I’m 27, still living with my folks and all my friends are off and more or less doing what they want.

Clearly some changes need to be made to make me feel happy in areas that I can control to help combat the areas in my life where I’m not. So while on my all-day Disney binge yesterday (hey, we all have our ways of coping and Ratatouille is AMAZING) I came up with some little and big changes I can make that could get me on the way to feeling better about things in general.

So here’s my “Getting Shit Done” List.

- Cook more! At least once a week make a damn good meal. This week I’m making Parsnip Soup and later on I’ll be making Ratatouille (both dishes I have wanted to make for ages). I’ll also try to cook more Iron-rich meals to bring those levels up (am slightly anemic).

- Boxin’! Going to keep that up! At the moment will be focusing more on the cardio aspect than the strength because I have some weight to lose. But Will be trying to go at LEAST two times a week.

- Find an evening and weekend job! Will suck and ensure that I have absolutely no social life, but it would mean more money and my savings account needs to be filled (plus long-distance relationships are expensive and I want to be able to afford more visits and trips).

- Cleeeean! My room is now clean and I want to move on to the rest of the house. I have a book that shows me how to make my own cleaning products, so there will be a fun kind of “I made something” aspect to it as well as the feeling of accomplishment in cleaning.

- Make more things! I kind of know how to use the sewing machine and my mom wants one of my heat packs. Will start looking at tutorials and see if I can make more stuff.

- Game more! While I think I may be done with D&D for now (finding a group is frustrating and playing for hours and hours in one sitting isn’t so appealing to me right now) weAREgetting a brand newHDTVsoon and I think I want to play vidja games more. When I was at Alan’s I fell in LOVE with LA Noire. I’d like to play that and maybe a good first-person shooter.

- Cut down on beer! Doesn’t sound good or exciting for those who know me, but I’ve been feeling the need to cut back a bit for health reasons.

- More photoing! May have a contact with a studio and another that can give me gallery space. Let’s try and get that shit going.

That’s all I can think of for now. I suppose I’d like to explore more comics and get experimental with clothing again (two years ago I made the CRAZY change from black t-shirts and jeans to coloured t-shirts and jeans), but since those require money, they’ll have to be pencilled in.

tl;dr I felt really shitty this week but I'll be changing things in my life to make me feel better.

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joe.distort — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 09:48:26 -0800

spent three weeks in a depression (after putting down our dog)/laziness/ catching fucking colds/drinking and eating and going to las vegas.

i feel so fat and gross. gained back nearly all the 20 pounds i lost. ugh. going back to the gym today.

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tedcroland — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 10:03:10 -0800

If I'm back on here later, expect a long waaaaah from me. Things were going really well and suddenly they aren't and while that's the complete story of every month of my life, in this instance it's making me physically ill and revoking any kind of restful sleep and grinding me down hard.

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phill_sea — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 10:39:52 -0800

I think I unintentionally gave my neighbor's dog a seizure.

I've been going to a MA class, and we learned a 9+1 word protection and power chant, but I could only remember the first 3+1. Which, had I stopped to think =4, which in japanese equates to death.

My neighbor and i were hanging out, and they mentioned their dog not doing well lately, so I thought, "I could help with that!" And so, only remembering the 3+1 I did my quiet focus intention thing and said the words, since all of them were positive, I tried to bless the dog, but then not three hours later the poor thing was frozen up, twitching on the driveway.

Probably just coincidence, the rational part of me says, but now I'm scared to even think the words, which of course means they keep popping into my head.

It doesn't help that when I talked to a higher ranking teacher, he was upset that someone would "Carelessly put those words out there," and that (paraphrasing now) "A lot of people who try to practice that art end up living with or dying from cancer."
D:
._.

I think this is how craziness sets in.

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oldhat — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 10:57:09 -0800

@joe Did that myself by gaining 10lbs. Blegh. It really sucks, but you can lose it with a little determination!
@phil I am unfamiliar as to what MA is. What is it?
Also, I got your card! Thank you so much!

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Flabyo — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 11:00:24 -0800

Had the joys of discovering that a Canadian games website I've occasionally imported videogames from in the past was hacked to buggery and my personal details have been leaked all over the net last week.

Completely ruined my mental state for the whole week as I tend to have a personality that massively overreacts to things like this (yes, I know it potentially can be pretty bad, but it's not ever going to be as bad as my head was trying to convince me it would be last week).

Health is poor anyway at the moment, and I'm also really hacked off with work, so it just feels like one thing after another at the moment.

I'm compensating by killing lots of people online in Assassins Creed and Gears of War.

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outlawpoet — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 11:10:05 -0800

Feeling really guilty about my productivity. Or lack thereof. I'm involved in some interested stuff at work, but I can't get enough purchase to really deliver much at any speed, so I'm just scrambling to get anything by deadlines, which isn't any way to do novel work.

And at crashspace I'm feeling really unreliable. I have run a lot of events, but I'm increasingly feeling like I start projects and don't finish them. The hallucination goggles I built two weeks ago are the first build I actually finished in a long time. I want to try and knock the rTCMS project out of the park to redeem myself.

Part of it is finances, I haven't been able to spend money on parts and experiments, but more than that, I just like talking about this stuff more than actually doing it. I need deadlines, and nobody at crashspace is going to hold me to stuff.

I just wish I was more interested and engaged by what was actually happening in my life, as opposed to what could be happening.

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phill_sea — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 11:50:50 -0800

@oldhat MA is short for Martial Arts. I practice a japanese one, and it is very knitting-circle-esque, so i try not to name names. >.<
Cardswise: You're welcome! Enjoy!

@outlawpoet Have you tried using google calendars to set yourself goal deadlines? I find that the simple act of putting a goal down (Much like Sizer's gigantic calendar of Awesome) anywhere concrete helps motivate me.

@Joe GYM FOR THE WIN!!! (I need to get back there myself... thank-you for the reminder...!)

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joe.distort — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 12:04:57 -0800

@oldhat
i lost it once, i will lose it again! and even though ive gained back weight im still in better actual physical consition/ know what im doing now so i will probably re-lose it much faster. still pissed at myself though

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RenThing — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 13:27:04 -0800

Today marks the first full day of my son being home from the hospital. Last week on Thursday he had a 104.6 degree temperature and had to go into Urgent Care, then the ER, then the hospital. He was so dehydrated from his fever that they had trouble finding a vein, which led me to almost punch one of the ER nurses when the jackass stuck my son four times and couldn't find it, and not just stick him, but put the needle in and then saw it back and forth in order to try and find the vein, leading to deep tissue bruises from the cut up insides. And then the jackass suggested putting the IV in one of the veins in his forehead. Thankfully, two pediatric nurses came down and did what he couldn't do in three hours in twenty minutes.

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JP Carpenter — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 13:44:48 -0800

@ren thing - shit, hope he's on the mend - must have been hell to go through

I'm more or less cheerful, at least, what passes for cheerful with me. Been fighting the depression very hard, and BLOODY FUCKING WELL WINNING. Citalopram and Zen, it's kind of working. Plus lots of walking and trying to get niggling things sorted. Brought a guitar up into the house and set it up in the bedroom, really, really rusty and out of practice, but at least I've got a chance to practice. Gained about 6 pounds between November and now, not proving easy to shift, but we'll get there. Kind of pleased that the damage wasn't much worse, given the heroic doses of stilton and roquefort I administered.

There's still things bubbling that could blow all that out of the water, but so far, so good.

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Jay Kay — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:07:40 -0800

Well, with this week I've started full swing back in online college classes after a year of not being able to afford it. Had quite a few stress-related freak-outs trying to get my first assignments done, since one in particular really wasn't described all that well and contacting my teacher didn't quite help. Not to mention that my financial aid's not fully come in yet and I still need my books.

But what's really tipping things over is the fact that me and my folks are going to start a short sale on the house, and while I know it's stupid it is freaking me out a little bit. I mean, I've lived here for almost 14 years, we built it ourselves, I always thought it would be ours.

I think if I had to deal with one of the problems and not the other, I'd be fine, but both are making me stressed and crabby. I know it's stupid to, but the lizard part of my brain's freaking out anyway.

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Horrible Warning Si — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:10:02 -0800

More. MMMMMore.

Also: you're not allowed to read this thread unless you have whisky in your hand. SO MOTE IT BE.

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roadscum — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:23:05 -0800

Monday? Monday night? The New Master works in mysterious ways. I'll just sit here and be confused then, i'm good at that.

Just in case anyone wishes to join in...

I have a problem. Yes, i know it has company but this is the daddy, the big, difficult to accommodate problem that puts a right old kink in the quiet enjoyment of life and the fruits of my labours. It is a situation i do not like and have struggled long and with great effort to resolve. Recently the culmination of several years determined work came to nothing and tonight my latest, possibly final hope of salvation has quietly failed. I am now faced with the fact that nothing can be done and i'm just going to have to put up with it. Things could be worse, indeed they have been worse, much worse, which is what makes this so particularly annoying - just when it should be nice and all happy sails off into the sunset kind of thing THIS turns up like a rat turd in the chocolate chip ice cream. Never mind, i'll live, there are worse things in the world, it's just bollocks and i fucking hate it, that's all.

Be strong Whitechapel, be strong and don't let the bastards grind you down.

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allana — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:33:17 -0800

Sorry, boss, the best I can do is a cream liqueur that is apparently made from Ontario wine. Sigh.

Coulda used this Saturday night, when I was both miserable and in proximity to a booze cupboard. I was staying at my mother's for the weekend, and couldn't get to sleep for hours. Too itchy. Ended up just being self-pitiful until dawn.
The visit was otherwise pretty great; got lots of cool stuff (belated Christmas haul: canning pot, jelly strainer, mortar and pestle, mini cleaver!), did some secondhand-store digging, saw some friends, caught up with my mom (she's started dating and is full of amusing insults). She made the gracious offer of driving me back yesterday, saw my new place, bought me Mexican food, and filled my fridge with groceries. Ten points mom.
Now I'm back, and back to doing what I always do: apply for waitressing jobs off Craigslist, watch Never Mind the Buzzcocks on Youtube, and reno. I'm going to paint the bathroom this week, I decided, then redo the tub caulking. Then I'm not sure what.
It's currently raining in Toronto, and has been all day. This is the second melt-off of what pathetically few inches of snow have accumulated. I'm pretty pissed about it, all told. Why the hell am I preparing for hibernation if it's gonna be so damn warm out?

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Horrible Warning Si — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:35:12 -0800

"Monday? Monday night? The New Master works in mysterious ways."

The new master has his own rotten real-life fucktangle ongoing, and has decided to ride it out with whisky, whitechapel and Shared Collective Gloom.

PISS YOUR BRAINBILE ON ME. I AM YOUR DIGITAL ANGER-BUKKAKKENAUT

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RenThing — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:54:19 -0800

@JP Carpenter

Yes, thankfully he is on the mend. But there was a period in the car ride to the hospital, the one where I was trying very hard not to just stamp the gas through the floor of the car to make it go faster, when he stopped breathing as loud as he had been. I stopped talking to my wife, reached back to touch him (while still driving) and my wife asked what I was doing.

"Checking to see if he was still alive," I said. She admitted that thought crossed her mind too.

@Si

May I wait two hours until I'm no longer off work and have access to my 30 year-old scotch? Because I have not yet developed my booze teleportational powers and thus am scotch-less. 8(

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Horrible Warning Si — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:55:46 -0800

It has waited 30 years. Two more hours will be forgiven.

BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN.

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roadscum — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 15:18:04 -0800

I have tried Young Master, i have tried, but despite the nostalgic memories of those happy nights when Granddad would come home from the pub with a pint of winkles and i'd sit there for ages, hooking them out with a pin, jellied maggots just aren't the same...

(Will Tescos value vodka do? The meths is all gone and i'm saving the last of the aftershave for me birthday.)

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RobertDobolinaEsq — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 15:18:24 -0800

I probably still have some whiskey in my system from the weekend, if that counts.

Also, I have phlebitis or something in my lower left leg and it hurts like the proverbial Dickens. So I suppose I could bitch about that, but it's not especially interesting and I'd rather not dwell on it anyway.

Oh, oh! But here's something: Canadian politics is fucking farcical! (At least if you live in Alberta.) I was talking to some friends on the weekend and they recounted to me how, seeing as the Tories have been in provincial government for four decades after taking over from the even more right-wing Social Credit Party before them, they've decided to get memberships and caucus with the Tories because "there are no other parties." I was about to argue with them -- of course there are other parties! -- but then remembered the NDP has actual homeless people managing campaigns here, the Liberals are all but nonexistent since Michael Ignatieff's recent implosion at the Federal level, and the only provincial party mounting a serious challenge to the Tories is the Wild Rose Party... which is essentially a Republican Party branch-transplant from the States! So not only do I effectively live under a single-party provincial regime... its staying that way is actually the best-case scenario for the near future!

I started drinking pretty heavily after I followed that train of thought.

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chris g — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 15:47:37 -0800

I dunno. Last June I checked out this pro wrestling school/shithole but i was broke but I've saved my money and it's really cheap now; $100 to enroll and then $20 per week. It starts on the 29th but I just don't know. I want to taste the action I've admired since I was a kid, but I don't think I wanna give my money to some jabroni turned trainer nobody's heard of. Rather go to wrestling shows as a fan.

So I'll nip that in the bud. It'll still be around when I'm ready, until then I'm still figuring out this bullshit comics destiny. I guess I should get a table at a con or submit something?? I dunno, I don't think my comics are pretentious and word-y enough, OR obnoxious and fight-y enough. Everyone's trying to be the next "look at me i'm so mind-fucky" Morrison or Moore, etc. or think a comic script should be crafted like some brilliant screenplay or whatever. I just wanna be the first me. I tend to identify better with Mignola and Eric Powell (and Warren in non-art cases) and since they handle most of their heavy lifting and understand how much work goes into making a damn comic. blahhh, i guess i like to keep it old school.

Also the other week I saw this mohawk'd Lisbeth wannabe at 7-11 twice already. I really shoulda spoken up. Hope I catch her there again because she's fucking hot and I wanna know awesome people in real life for a goddamn change. My primal instincts are making me daydream about how awesome it would be to nail her but I am not a pig and I like to get to know someone first!
ANYWAY, fucking January's always make me wanna crank out as much "work" as I can but it doesn't fucking work that way. I'm just gonna take things one hour at a time and let the chips fall where they fucking may, as usual!

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Beamish — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 15:56:00 -0800

RRAAAAAARGGHHH....I feel better now. It's been a ROUGH couple years. While I do have a job I am very unhappy there, so, to combat this, I am going to school to be a Network Administrator, I am half way through my associates degree. I don't have any hooch but later, after class THERE WILL BE BEER, or homework, we will see which wins.

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DC — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 16:22:20 -0800

@phill sea – got your card last week. Thank you:D

Well, interesting things happened since the last open mic. Since last week I’m no longer in the project I wasn’t comfortable talking about the last time. It’s a comics event with a bit of cinema, animation and illustration.
I was taking care of the official email address of the event and I get an email from a journalist asking for more information about it. He’d rather have it on that day and I saw the email 2 hours after he sent it. I called him, got interviewed and the news got out where it says clearly I was one of members of the organization. When I talked with the journalist I made clear this was a group with one person coordinating. Well, that’s not how the event’s “director” think.
Next day I’m forced to talk with the journalist to clarify that this was a group with one person coordinating everything (he confirmed he understood that the first time we talked and also through an email sent to him).
Around noon I lose access to the event’s email account and FB page. I try to talk with the “director” during the night by phone and FB with no success. Finally by dawn I got an email where he explains I was expelled because I didn’t do any work to the festival*. Funny because publically they talk about an “abuse” I did (that talk with the journalist) but privately it’s a different matter. The interview is just a small detail in a long list of issues about me that, up to that point, no one on the organization neither had any problem with nor talked to me about it.
Some people warned me about him, that he’s not to be trusted but I thought I could manage it. Oh well, at least I won’t get embarrassed by inviting international artists I’m friends with to an event that could out to be a flop.

After ranting about this with a friend he tells me he’s in the hospital (we were talking through gchat) to get surgery so he can start haemodialysis soon (he has kidney issues since young). That was an awful way to put things in perspective. After this I’m so going to put this comics event way behind, get this never ending thesis done and get on with my life.

*All the artists I contacted cancelled and the sponsorships I tried to get, most of them weren’t interested in the event but the few ones I got, oh boy they were really good. That doesn’t mean I didn’t get anything done.

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Will Couper — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 16:40:06 -0800

No booze here. I'm not a heathen, y'know.

Most of my whining is about my writing.

On the good side I've finally managed to get some proper progress made on the novel I'm working on at the moment, but really it should have been finished a month or so ago.

My other novel's sad travels knocking on the doors of agencies only to be left standing in the cold, unloved and unnoticed. Once I've gone around the various places I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it. I'd hate to consign it the defunct pile with so many of my other novels. Lulu fills me with dread, mainly because the prices are so outlandish that no one wants to buy anything I've put up. I'm not entirely sure other POD places are any better.

The comics side seems have lapsed into silence again. Mainly because I can't pay artists (you have no idea how poor I am) for their work so my scripts have to go to the bottom of their piles. Not much I can do about that.

I suppose I'm the 99% in writing terms.

Will

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Soviet Rocket No. 9 — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 17:15:23 -0800

I got double pissed at my grandfather.

1. Found from my aunt out that next Monday, he's getting surgery on his back to remove a cyst, which is shitting the pants of the doctor, since it's near his vertebrae.

2. Found out that he told no one, except my uncle he barely sees, and I live with the old man.

3. (Forgive me) He's treating it like no big fucking deal, even when I remind him of the "cyst near his vertebrae, doctor shitting pants" deal.

By the way, has anyone heard from Flecky?

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Purple Wyrm — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 17:19:04 -0800

WARNING - FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS AHEAD.

So, with great fanfare I set off some weeks back for a trip to Sydney, followed by a 12 night cruise to New Zealand, then just under a week in Auckland. A cruise that cost me a stupid amount of money. I had a fine time in Sydney, boarded the ship and within 24 hours realised that I'd made one of the biggest mistakes of my life.

Cruises, as I soon realised, are intensely social enterprises. You're stuck on a boat in the middle of the sea with a bunch of random people, and everything available to do is based around getting to know these random people and doing social things with them. I am one of the least social people you're ever likely to meet. The limited space on board makes everything cramped and claustrophobic, and the cold, stormy Tasman Sea makes hanging out on deck unpleasant. Combine this with the fact that the motion of the ship was stopping me from sleeping, and that I was (as I now know) coming down with Typhus from a tick I picked up in Sydney, the trip that I'd so been looking forwards to (and planning to use to get some serious writing done) turned out to be the voyage from hell.

Two days in I jumped ship in Melbourne and flew home in an intense state of humiliation, embarrassment and self loathing. No adventures in New Zealand, and several thousand bucks down the hole.

On the plus side I now know that I hate cruising and I was able to experience the delights of typhus from my own bed, rather than from a boat in the middle of the ocean.

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glukkake — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 17:51:16 -0800

I have the beginnings of my first wrinkle on my forehead. A little vertical line that doesn't seem to go away from where i furrow my brow quite often. It's only visible when you're an obsessive ~~girl~~ person with blinding fluorescent lights illuminating every bit of fine texture of your skin BUT IT HAS BEGUN. And now I can't stop self consciously rubbing at my forehead now.

In celebration, I'm stuck in a loop where I'm reliving my past immature situation involving a boy and a girl and icky emotions, but this time I'm able to calm the fuck down and be like "maybe I should examine why I get so upset at this person BEFORE I try to have a discussion about feelings" as opposed to my previous method, which was to get drunk and confront them with the meanest, soul-cutting words I could use to get it into their head that they hurt me thiiiis much. I'm a grown up now, goddammit.

Otherwise, I am on the verge of some amazing projects, if I could just find the time to do it all.

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joe.distort — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 18:03:02 -0800

BACK FROM THE GYM AND OOOOOH YEEEEEAH ffeelssssss good man

so i took up the whiskey challenge, and let me tell you; you know what the big secret of recovering-alcoholics -that-never-truly-stop-but-just-get-shit-under-control-for-48-weeks-a-year is? its that drinking like a brrrrr responsible person does neat shit like let you get tipsy on a one or two cocktails. SCORE.

oh hey, heres somethingi havent really bitched about because i talk to the dude and we are friends...i took a break from writing, as i didnt find myself enjoying it at all anymore. whilst bullshitting with said artist friend (who is seriously, very talented but applies himself even less than my lazy ass) a couple months back i told him a ridiculous, yet workable idea i had that morning. he encouraged me whole heartedly to do it, that it would get me goin again, blahblahblah and that he would draw it.

SWEET.

i was motivated again. kicked out the short story over night, sent it to him and you other frustrated writers to-be and also never-to-be can probably guess how much work he has done on it since late november. zero. yeah. i forgot that the quest for collaborators was one of the things that made me stop giving a shit about making comics. i personally just dont have the perseverance to go through like 5 people flaking in order to even get a split single issue out. to everyone that does it, you are much more determined than i, and i (for now at least) am content to just read great comics and appreciate them for what they are.

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city creed — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 18:22:27 -0800

Rotten real life fucktangle, that actually just about covers it.
What is the word for when you're actually healthier in mind and body than you have been in ages, have lots of good relationships of every permutation with large numbers of amazing and inspiring people, are focused and energised and doing what you want to do for the first time in forever with exciting prospects on the horizon and there is still this fucking stupid part of you like a big black senseless engine of destruction that keeps pushing you right to the edge of fucking everything up, just because?
Is there a word for that? I hope not. If there was a word for it, I would slap the living shit out of that word right now.
Flying high and smiling with guts full of broken lightbulbs and leaking batteries, dumbly refusing to accept defeat.
It hurts hurts megahurts but this too too will pass - it is all just a superstate of mind.
To your health, chapelfolk. Find the good fight.

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trini_naenae — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 18:24:00 -0800

I've been cat sitting at my parents, and I've learned that spending the weekend there means I won't get anything done and then I'll feel bad about it. Also, my unemployment checks were supposed to show up sometime this past week and I haven't gotten one yet. I am so not happy about this.

I had my apartment warming/fancy tea party and it went well. I just went through a container of clothes and removed the ones that clearly won't fit and someone else might enjoy. I used to be so tiny! I suppose getting back in shape and losing weight should be my big goal for the year. Apparently I've gotten faster on the stairs, so that has to count for something, right? For all my vanity, I really am very unhappy with all the weight gain over the past 8 or so years. Steady but sure, and it's very scary.

I think that's it for now. Time to head home to my apartment where there is no internet.

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Comicbookbunny — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 18:50:16 -0800

life is being ripped apart at the seams here. We are so very very broke. Our cars tires were slashed (both mine and the husbands) we are more than sure we pissed all of no one off, we are quiet people around here.... The hubbies mouth is being more expensive than we thought and the procedures were/are moved all over the place. My savings (for the site) no longer exists due to this fact. I've had to cancel several of my things to cover the mounting medical costs. Insurance is being a turd of a bitch about things right now. I'm doing one convention to hopefully sell out of all of my hats (we need the money) I"m likely going to be going back to the working world doing Dental Tech stuff (which i like doing except for all the bull shit that comes with it and it is instant glass shrapnel to the lungs)

Things were quite nice for a while and i'm really crossing my fingers that this is a down swing only to have a much bigger up swing...

@Trini me too- two weeks in a row actually I've tried calling but the line has been busy.....

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Rootfireember — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 19:14:54 -0800

Headachy. Weather can't decide if it wants to be winter or spring, which makes my sinuses and skull think this is a lovely time to make me suffer. Suspect I have tendonitis in my elbows, which is a bitch. Working on project ideas for web design class, and dreading programing logic- so many new concepts to learn. One way or the other, it feels like my brain will explode. I seem to oscelate between periods of fear, anxiety and depression, and short bursts of being okay. I try to enjoy feeling okay, but then feel guilty because it's not a productive okay, and locals keep on telling me I should have a career, my health won't last forever (lol. health? I never HAD good health.) and how I'm wasting my life, no matter WHAT I'm trying to do.

Frustrated, bitchy, and working on saving up for a dog; I'll probably blog about that on g+, its complicated.
Wishing there were more locals I could just talk to. Sometimes hearing voices of other people helps.

Also, Little kitty finally learned what the cat bed was for. Months after I got it, and Fate'd been using it. I guess she had to make sure it was safe. Cats are strange.

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tedcroland — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 20:03:44 -0800

Guys. Fresh, fresh brain leakage coming your way. Brace yourself, or keep scrolling (I recommend the latter).

I realize that I only post about myself when there's bad news. There's always bad news, but...yeah. Bad news.

I never posted about having a girlfriend. I complained so much about being lonely and shit and then I never posted about dragging myself out of it. I feel like an asshole for it, even if exactly none of you care. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't.

So I started this semester with this inexplicably awesome gust in my sail. I'm taking my last few philosophy classes before doing my thesis and graduating in the fall, and in the meantime I got to go and hang out with this amazing and beautiful young woman. Everything was going so damned well: she was kind and my heart was filling for the first time in so long...and that's how a sad story begins. We dated for six weeks. It was the perfect amount of time to develop feelings for her without having that "At least I tried" mantra to pull me through the next six where my bed is so fucking cold and my heart is so fucking twisted.

I know what happened. Everything was so easy. Too easy. I could agree to anything, I could accommodate her at any turn. I thought i was being the best and everything was going great. The hearts of a fairer sex need more than ease and comfort. The lack of tension bothered me, but I wanted so badly to be perfect, to be good, to show love without being overbearing, without interfering, that I let the light go out. I watched it and did nothing.

Tension, for my other relationships, led down dark, dark roads for me. Blamed for everything wrong in the world, beaten and abused for showing care and consideration, I couldn't afford it again. All I wanted was to be easy to be with, to be a paragon of boyfriendliness that I sorely regretted not being before, and instead of finally getting what I have so desperately needed for so long, I got someone who cares about me very much in the completely wrong way.

I've mentioned I don't drink on here before, but as time goes on I know less and less why I don't. My principles mean less and less to me when all I am is the best friend no one wants to hang out with, and the best boyfriend no one wants to love.

As it turns out, the love you take is at great differential to the love you make.

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dorkmuffin — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 20:56:12 -0800

@Bunny, IndieGoGo for the site? That may raise the necessary funds.

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DavidLejeune — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 23:03:32 -0800

So I'd been doing okay for the past couple of weeks. I've been keeping the one resolution that I mean to keep (eating smaller, healthier lunches at work, jumping rope and doing push-ups every week night), and then at 4am this morning I wake up shivering, so I throw another blanket on and I'm still unable to get warm. I drift in and out of sleep for the next four hours, and then I get up, still freezing, shower, get dressed, check my thermostat and see the temperature is 71, so I shouldn't be freezing. Go to the office because I have to approve my team's time cards so they can get paid, and then beg off staying at work. Get back to my apartment and take my temperature and, surprise, 101.4 degrees.

I've spent most of today in bed trying to let this fever burn itself out, and I'm extremely frustrated because it feels like every time I make some progress in getting myself into shape something like this happens. Last October I got some sort of viral infection that lasted a couple of weeks so I didn't feel up to working out, before that I broke my shoulder mountain biking, so couldn't do anything until that healed, etc.

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Cameron C. — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 00:28:15 -0800

BLURGLEEEEE

School starts in like TWO WEEKS. I'm taking 14 units over four classes. Text books are gonna kill me. Three of the text books are available on Kindle. One reasonably priced. Two of them are a hundred a piece. Fuck, man. BUT I'm more comfortable paying a hundred on Kindle versus the 149 they were at my schools online book store (Which is newly third party'd out to some BS company) in CAFESCRIBE format only viewable via a website (NO offline viewing) and can only be accessed by a limited number of devices (Desktop at home + my tablet = probably won't be able to read my digital textbook in the library or computer lab on campus). At least with Kindle textbooks I can read them on my laptop, tablet, any web browser, etc and make highlights/notes/bookmarks easily (oh, and after the semester is over my access won't be revoked like most other digital textbook retailers -_- ). Tomorrow I've gotta call and see if I can grab an on campus employment position SOMEWHERE still.

I still have to buy a (inexpensive as possible) laptop, so on certain days I can spend the 4-5 hours between my morning and night classes on campus getting homework done. 14 units + my regular job + on campus job will be pretty difficult but I have to save as much monies as I can since in the fall I'm gonna have a lot more bills to pay regularly D: which sucks when the minimum wage needs to be 3 times what it is to afford a shitty 1 bed room apartment anywhere.

I'm still making silly comics. In my brains I wanted to have a fourth full length issue of my silly robot comic, Scrambled Circuits, done around June but I haven't done much aside from jot down some notes and stuff. I've been working on non-scrambled circuits stuff, though, which has been very fun. I should have another zine done and photocopied in a few days, at least. I don't really have aspirations to BE a comic creator. I just want to MAKE comics. I wanna improve, learn, grow, experiment, and make the best comics I possibly can... Currently, I'm at about 5-6 dozen copies sold of each of my issues through Etsy and other places (by far mostly direct orders through paypal). Ideally, with a lot more patience than I generally have with anything, whenever this year I finish this next one I can get it nearer to a hundred copies. And considering I draw like a five year old, I'm pretty happy with all of this. Just gotta start DOING IT MORE (Part of me is hoping I cant get an on campus job this semester :P). Tons more work to do for an actual website, but I find time to progress slowly on that here and there.

Of course, aside from my brains demanding I doodle comics or else go insane, the most adorablest girl ever works in the copy center at my newish job, so I do it mostly because of that at the moment.

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Rachæl Tyrell — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 01:16:06 -0800

I have Knob Creek.

I also have bedbugs.

Fuck you, bedbugs. Fuck you.

Last week I bought a plastic cover for my boxspring and mattress after dousing both of them in diatomaceous earth.I started sleeping in the livingroom, and spending my days meticulously going through everything I own. I've moved half my furniture to tear out my carpets, the one stuck under heavy furniture I cut mostly free with a boxcutter. I was nearly done, and feeling rather good about the situation. I'd not found a grimy nest anywhere as I was supposed to. Three bedbugs appeared trapped beneath the plastic bed-condom, but it all seemed under control. And then I turned to my dresses and skirts and jackets; the ones that hang on a bar that goes across the foot of my bed. My dresses are INFESTED. No wonder Iv'e scratched my ankles raw. It's disgusting. I've now bagged up every bit of fabric I own in garbage bags, sprinkled diatomaceous earth inside, and shook the bags about, intending that tomorrow I wash everything in HOT water and in the drier on HIGH and hope all my clothes don't get destroyed, and pay a fortune on all the dry cleaning, too. And then I read that washing isn't needed, and one can easily just put the clothes in a drier for 45 minutes.

Wish I read that before I sprinkled all my clothes in lung-damaging powdered fossils that need to be washed out.

Man, I've literally got the cooties.

Perhaps that's why the cute boy seems to be avoiding me. At least, I hope that's the reason.

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Horrible Warning Si — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 01:31:43 -0800

FLECKY. Come in FLECKY.

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Fishelle — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 01:42:26 -0800

It's my birthday. Or it was, a few hours ago. 22 is still quite young, I am aware.

I had to give my school nearly $700 today. That's with my full tuition scholarship and all. If the check I'd written for my screen for screen printing had gone through yet, I wouldn't have been able to pay that, and would have been in trouble. My mom didn't call and wish me a happy birthday because I called her to beg for money. I now have less than a hundred dollars to my name, basically. And my rent is $200, and due very soon. So I'll have to call and beg again, and keep doing that until summer.

I guess I do have another $50 from that nude modeling gig I took on saturday. But I can't put it in my checking account because that account is in my hometown's credit union.

Tonight for my birthday, my sister took me out to eat. It was a fancy place, probably filled mostly with people who were in town for Sundance. It cost her over $70 for our meals. It seems so incredibly strange that anyone could ever spend that much money on a meal, especially my family member with whom I am currently living.

I need to apply for more art scholarships for next school year. That's going to be my last one. Then I'll have a BFA. It may be useless, but really, I basically got it for free.

It's not all money problems in my world. I watched La Strada for the first time tonight, and made out with a boy for a few hours. I've kissed 3 guys in the space of a little over a month. this is extremely odd. It does not seem like it could be my life. I mean, I had my first kiss at 20, and only my second at the end of this last December. I really shouldn't be leading anyone on. I'm still in love with that one boy I've been writing letters to for the last year and a half, and he's really the only one I want to be with. But I haven't heard anything from him since a few weeks before Christmas.

I had a party last night, because classes from 8:30 to 7 sort of ruined what fun plans I could have had. One of my friends who came to said party had a chat with me about a recent conversation she had with my ex. He's been pushing away a lot of people, and I'm worried about him. I just wish I could be helpful and be a friend again, but I know that I couldn't be. At some point he's going to see what he's been doing and he'll have no one to turn to. Sometimes that's a comfort. But the last day or two it's just made me sad.

I had one of those days where you just kind of want to go somewhere quiet and cry. It got better, and it's over now. But still. I've definitely had better birthdays.

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razrangel — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 02:10:30 -0800

I have no booze. It's very, very sad. Believe me, if I had any - especially any whisky - I'd be tossing it back as I certainly think after the last week I deserve it.

But not after today. When I slept in til the afternoon and never really got out of my PJs.

But so, the last week. A week ago Sunday my theatre company read a play that I thought was really cool. I had a lot of commentary for it. That's not altogether relevant to the ensuing week, it's just that's why I was in the room when people in the company asked me to research, do dramaturgy (you don't exactly do dramaturgy, you are a dramaturg, but I can't figure out better language when it's project to project) for a different play. They have been thinking about workshopping that play for a good month and probably solidified that a week before the reading a week ago Sunday. So... they could have asked me to be dramaturg quite a while ago.

A dramaturg does a lot of things (and half the time the work includes job definition and parameters). But I basically work out what is in the play, what happens in it, what themes it touches one, what kind of play it is, what references it makes, what kind of structure it has and what (is anything) that can mean. I research its history, what may have influenced it (artistically and sociohistorically) and what it influenced, and I research the playwrite - his life, his interests, who he admired and hung out with and what people who admired and hated him had to say. I research the theatre criticsim and philosophy relevant to it...etc, etc. YEah it can turn into a HUGE project. And for a play like Jean Genet's the Screens, it definitely was.

I spent a week shoving information into my head as fast as it would go on the French Algerian war, Algerian history in general, its politics, the various religions and cultures, famous people in its history and looked into how it's all perceived today. I read up a bit on Genet and several of the people in his intellectual and creative circle - Antonin Artaud, Jean Paul Sartre, Albert Camus, Jacques Derrida, Peter Brook. And I studied their theories in the Theatre of Cruelty, Theatre of the Absurd, some Existentialism and the Surrealist and Expressionist schools of art.

My brain is a mush. Saturday we went in to start the workshop and I offered my thoughts as I got them in to the conversations. We moved through the space, discovering our relationship to the story and text and started working out what WE could say or express through the play. I got home and crashed hard.

I wanted to warm up and get some old voice acting lessons in front of me well before my voice acting classes on Sunday, but it just wouldn't come about. Sunday I pulled myself together and headed to my voice classes... Eight hours of acting. Ok, not straight through because it wasn't all me, but when I wasn't up I was paying attention to see what I could glean from the other students. By the end I was utterly fried. But you know what, I was also golden because I had totally realized a couple of objectives - I did well on pieces that suited me, got some direction on pieces that didn't suit me and had a fricken blast on dialogue pieces that the teacher had pulled just for me. WoooT. Was happy to tell him what a pleasure it had been returning to his class repeatedly. Big time awesomeness!

Home and...more sleep. Eek. Today flowed by like water through sieve. Well it was nice to rest but I kind of had some stuff to do. Like review my Japanese from last semester so I'd be ready for class tomorrow. I had thought I'd take care of it earlier in the month but then...oops, there was all the dramaturgy. So I guess I hit the books tomorrow? Not sure when I prep for my next voice class then, or get rolling on voice auditions. *sigh*

I suppose it's a good thing I'm not getting drunk tonight, but I wish I had just a nip of something fine.

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Fauxhammer — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 02:28:47 -0800

I had a visit with my physician yesterday. All is well, aside from my blood pressure being high and the fact that I think she knocked my prostate off its moorings. IT'S A GLAND, LADY, NOT A FUCKIN' CUE BALL.

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shannon.gilly.3 — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 04:17:31 -0800

@rachel it's not the cooties. it's that the boys in your neck of the woods must be dumb for not chasing after you.

I think I've delivered enough pizza. It's far past time for me to find another way to pay my rent, but I'm drawing a blank on a job that will pay the bills as well as delivery does on the same sort of time scale, save for bartending, which in new orleans generally requires this irritating thing called provable experience.

Everything else is peachy. no major disasters looming, no problems I'm not already well aware of. Either something is about to change significantly for the better, or everything in my life is about to go down in flames. Not sure yet which is the more likely scenario, although experience has taught me to plan for the latter.

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brittanica — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 07:01:49 -0800

I don't have much to be upset about. Still treading water, and my job is annoying me more and more (the people there, particularly. Customers are difficult, and some coworkers just suck). But yesterday was nice. I made a lemon-rosemary coffee cake at my parents'; got to see the building they're building as a storefront, kitchen, and storage for their pick-your-own berry farm and climb the unfinished stairs to see the unfinished second floor (I kinda felt like a daredevil, as I don't go out of my way to climb things I could easily fall from), spent time w/ the fella that didn't involve us getting in a tiff about something, and I cleaned! It's kinda sad when I look back on it, but I just feel like there's so little in my life to feel okay about. Still, I didn't feel sad or restless yesterday, so it was nice.

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Morac — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 07:25:32 -0800

I am wracked with all sorts of worry right now.

Lets back up a bit: I am currently working on an indie video game at a startup company made by me and two friends (a couple) from university, though this has always been much more of their baby than mine. For the past 8 months or so I've done little else but work on this game. I haven't been paid, which is fine because I am lucky enough to be able to afford time on this project, and they haven't had any money to pay me with. Whatever, it's good experience and I'm hanging out with people I like doing the thing that I love.

Recently, however, things have been ramping up quite a bit. Over the New Year is when we decided we should form a company, and since then we've all been working full time on this project. The problems start to set in when you realize that I have spent over 8 months on this, and they've spent around a year, and we are still working on the tools to make the game, rather than actually making the game. To this day we still don't actually have any playable content. Last night I finally spent some time thinking about all this, and that's when the worry started to set it. Worry that it'll be at least another year of full time (likely unpaid) work to make the game we have set out to make. Worry that one of the other two people (the one who actually works on coding with me) sees this more as a tech demo and a gateway into a paper. Worry that if I cut myself loose from this project I'm going to be losing two very good friends. Worry that if I don't, I'm leading them on under false pretenses.

I'm really undecided on what I should do right now: whether I should keep devoting full time hours to this project, or I should start looking for work. Though at least in the sort term, I think I'm going to try and make something small that's a) unrelated and b) playable.

Long story short: upper-middle class white guy worries about being able to make games full time.

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Peter Kelly — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 07:43:01 -0800

@Morac - Talk to them now! I want to say don't worry, but I don't follow that advice myself so I can't tell it to you. BUT you need to be clear as to where things are going. And then, when you've talked it over, e-mail them what you guys talked about so it is completely clear what everyone expects from the project and each other. I've worked with friends (on much, much smaller projects) and I find having expectations written down ahead of time prevents all sorts of issues/assumptions.

ME? I'm worried I've turned into the office bad guy. I've come in a tripped over the mess my coworkers have left, so I sent a polite e-mail reminding people to clean up. I've had to explain to people why drinking during the work day is inappropriate (not having a drink, I mean "DRINKING") and now how I've had to spell out that when some one speaks to you about your punctuality, the proper response is to come to work on time, not continue to arrive 30-40 min late everyday.
I'm shocked at the attitude of some of my co-workers. Most of them are pretty awesome, and I work in a pretty causal environment, but I can not believe how people think they can take advantage of things.

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roadscum — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 07:45:44 -0800

@Rachel: For delicate clothes and suchlike, bagging them up and sticking them in a freezer at -18C for a couple of days should kill any unwanted invertebrates.

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Jason A. Quest — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 07:46:10 -0800

I have no whisky in hand; it belongs in the gut anyway.

My job is killing me. It's in "IT" but it has nothing to do with the cool stuff, just turning pieces of paper that no one has ever looked at into digital files that no one will ever look at, and phone calls from whiny and infantile users who can't change their password every 90 days without someone holding their hand. Unsurprisingly, my doctor has just declared my blood pressure to be "a problem" (along with the 30lbs I've put on in the past 5 years). I can almost see 40 from where I'm sitting, and I'm stuck in a dead-end job that someone half my age could get... such as the fresh-out-of-school kid who sits next to me, who loves it because she gets to talk to people all day on the phone. And I hate talking to people on the phone. It's more money (and insurance) than I've ever made before, but that's it. I'd say to-fucking-hell-with-it, but between my age and the responsibilities I've picked up (e.g. a couple people depending on me for a place to live), my old "career" of delivering pizzas and selling whatever isn't really an option anymore. The bright spot in my life these days is making comics... but that's a money-losing proposition for the foreseeable future.

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Morac — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 08:02:35 -0800

@Peter Kelly: Thanks for the advice. I think the bone that I am choking on right now is that I really don't want to be the guy to tell them that the past year of work isn't going to amount to anything other than that intangible fancy known as "experience".

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glukkake — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 08:14:08 -0800

@rachael giving 'em a good wash is a good thing. don't want to be wearing clothes & then have a dead bedbug fall out of a sleeve into your tea. And while D.E. is bad for your lungs, it's not INSTANT DEATH bad. Especially not when your lungs are candy coated in a fine tobacco tar from years of smoking. I dismantled & dusted & bagged up my office chair in the dust for a month on the fire escape & when i brought it back in I just wiped it down with a damp cloth and kept on trucking. I'm sure there's still a bit in the crevices even now, but I've never had a reaction to sitting on it. Fucking bedbugs. Yell at our landlord. Also, don't forget, you can possibly steam clean a lot of the dust away on more delicate items that can't be tossed in the wash.

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Flabyo — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 08:42:45 -0800

@Morac - you have to talk to them. Don't be confrontational, there's probably fair chance they might be worrying about the same things. But if you don't clear the air it'll just be much worse further down the line. With any project like this, you do really need to think in terms of having some stated up front contract. Even if all it states is 'we work for nothing for a year, then we revaluate. If it folds, this is what each of us owns from it'.

And you're not working for 'free' really. You're working without pay, with a view to there being some pay in the future. Something like that has to be in black and white, no matter how good a friend they are, or there's potential to be taken for a ride despite the best intentions in the world.

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sellmeyoursoul — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 12:25:34 -0800

I think I'm late, but fuck it, I'm a bastard what does what he wants when he wants. No whiskey (the office frowns on that - plus it is the family of booze that my stomach will not tolerate, ever since I abused the JD on my 20th birthday). So a while back, I bitched about my right hand going numb. I finally saw a neurologist last week. Apparently my C6 and C7 nerves are responsible for the numbness/tingling. I get to sleep with a neck brace for the next two weeks. He also thinks I may have the beginnings of carpel tunnel (although the tingling goes up to my elbow, so not really) so I'm also wearing a wrist brace for that time period. If it doesn't get better, there will be more tests, etc. The fact that two nerves are involved is really freaking my shit out. If it were one, there could be any number of sources, but two, in the same region sounds like my degenerative disc disease is back and in a shiny new location. I had a few good years. I really don't want to suffer through chronic PAIN again (as opposed to the residual chronic pain that I have now. Constant pain, but only an annoying level of pain, not the can't get out of bed without narcotics type of agony that I lived with for about five years). Hopefully I did just tweak something and the braces and Ibuprofen/Acetaminophen cocktails I've been taking make this go away. At least for another several years.

Oh, and work's been crazy busy (hence my overall quietness on the internets lately). The good news is, I'm getting promoted. Not in a more money sort of way, but in the more responsibility and visibility sort of way. Hopefully, that will lead to more money down the line.

Stay well Whitechapel. Cheers.

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Comicbookbunny — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 13:01:04 -0800

I have a job interview tomorrow um AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhh i just put my resume up last night.....

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Jason A. Quest — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 13:31:00 -0800

@sellmeyoursoul - I had similar problems, which led to surgery several months ago to fuse two of my vertebrae and stop pinching the nerve. It's still not up to spec, but at least the business fingers on my drawing hand no longer twitch and drop stuff when I try to use them. One note about your diagnosis: sometimes they'll say "C6 and C7" referring to the nerve between those two bones, so unless they were really clear about it being two nerves affected, double-check what they mean by that.

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razrangel — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 13:32:09 -0800

@comicbookbunny - Rock it the fuck out! Money has been such constant source of ARGH for me and mine that it's almost hard to notice anymore. Like the leaky faucet I've learned to sleep through, until it gets far far worse that's just the state of affairs until something positive breaks. But i really hope this time the idea that the economy is turning around a little and friends are picking up more work is a real thing. Break a leg, chica, you deserve it.

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Peter Kelly — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 16:27:45 -0800

@Morac - Better to be that guy, then them not having any idea. Flabyo is right though, avoid being confrontational about it but don't let this continue much longer. It'll drive you nuts (and being able to have awkward professional conversations is something you want in a relationship like this)

as for me, Christ almighty what a day.
The guy I had to talk to about his punctuality? He revised his invoice to reflect what he "thinks" he worked but he also adjusted the rest of the week to reflect him coming into work late. To be clear here, I talked to him twice, and now he seems to be planning on coming in late everyday for the rest of the week.

And then I ran into my brother on the way home from work, only to find out he's lost his 2nd job in 2 months. That guy can not catch a break.

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Horrible Warning Si — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 16:48:32 -0800

U, REEE, THRAL, MAGGOTS.

ENDSPLEEN.