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    • So. Booze.

    • Posted by RenThing on 28 Aug 12
    • Tonight I decided to crack the bottle of Chimay I'd been ignoring in the back of my frig for the last six months.

      It got even smoother. Good god that was a tasty bottle of beer. I really hope my wife will let me keep our old, shitty frig for beer-aging storage when we get our new one.
    • Hope

    • Posted by Rootfireember on 3 Jul 12
    • I've never much been one for hope. It's something I've usually found too fragile to hold on too, too easily dashed by the recklessness of others (well-meaning or not). It's easier to be wary, to hold onto the more pragmatic approach to things which is: Don't get too caught up in your own ideas, because anything you care about can just as easily go away-- or perhaps worse- hurt you.

      But it seems like this service dog thing might be real; and the hole in my heart that was made when my boy Hunter died, might find someone new to settle down into that patch of my life, so I won't be so alone, and at the mercy of the whims of my mind's illness, or the side-effects of my medication (which hunter did not know how to do. He was a good dog, but a couch potato).

      I don't think it's real hope. Not the butterflies-and-rainbows type; but something borne out of need. I have to believe that someday this dog will exist and will be waiting for me, because the alternate is an unthinkable horror;-decreased skills in dealing with the world and increased dependence on increasingly dangerous medications.

      I'm nowhere near my goal; but I'm closer to it than when I started; and have found the internet has been supportive and helpful, and understanding whereas my own family has had trouble understanding the concept of a service dog for something other than mobility and a pet (But they are slowly getting around that).
    • Depression2

    • Posted by Rootfireember on 12 Jun 12
    • Medicine finally started to kick in, and I'm starting to feel more human, though that last span between going off one med and waiting for the new one to do SOMETHING other than side-effects was a bit of a rough ride. :P

      Working on paperwork crud towards getting a psychiatric service dog; hopefully by thurs. night I will have all the official paperwork done, so I can work towards getting the dog and training it with all the letters dotted, crossed and suchlike.

      This is way more complex than you'd think it'd be. Doctor signed papers, then training signed papers, and tests for the doggy. So many tests.

      ... at the end of it all, though, I'd have a specially trained animal, that can deal with my crap, and help me deal with the crap from my meds so I can be a real boy just like pinnochio can go back to being a high-functioning, productive human being instead of afraid of everything and everybody.
    • Depression

    • Posted by Rootfireember on 3 Jun 12
    • Just ... having major issues dealing with my depression and increased mental crap as of late and cannot deal with people anymore, or whatever. Pretend to be normal, happy, relate. any of it at all.

      So I'm shutting down socially. Turned off facebook, stepping back from Twitter, G+ and chat. I just don't feel I have anything I can contribute anymore, and I can't deal with people.

      I don't know when I'll get better, or if I CAN get better.
      My life feels like a tornado. Even with a herd of professionals trying to help. Or who are supposed to help.

      I know a lot of you probably won't believe this or agree with it. But it's my choice, and at least this way I'm sparing you from having to deal with the fallout of my fallout. It's not polite or right for me to impose my madness on you guys; and some of you are clearly sick of my bullshitting and whining, and you deserve a break. Hell, even I am sick of myself.
    • Web Comic Collective

    • Posted by jamiegambell on 3 May 12
    • It's not near live yet, but I'm in the process of setting up a web site upon which myself and other creators will be sharing their creator owned series as webcomics.

      The idea is to have weekly updates with each story, but have enough stories so that the content seems to be updating daily.

      I know this is not really the newest of ideas, but it is something new for me to be trying out.

      However, do people still see webcomics as a viable option for getting their story out? Are we seeing a signal to noise ratio shift, which makes it harder to be heard because it's easier to broadcast?


      I have a couple of shorts up there at the moment, and would love to hear what people think about the page to page navigation.

      I'm using Squarespace, and basically it's a bit hacked together - having a journal page set to one item per page, and in reverse chronological order (oldest first, rather than traditional blogging setting of newest entry first).

      As there doesn't seem to be any seem-less way of transitioning from page to page, it's basically a case of creating "Previous/Next" hyperlinks within the entry.

      Please let me know what you think, thank you -
    • Random Questions

    • Posted by Rootfireember on 5 Apr 12
    • In our current life, electronic copies of books are becoming more and more prevalent, making the physical object -the book - redundant. Some would say it's going the way of the dinosaur- going extinct, becoming a mere curio...

      What do you think the value of a book is?
      What is it that sets it apart from a digital replica on a screen?
      With the creation of books -and now digital texts- for the masses, have they lost something they had when they were rarer?

      Do people still even make hand-made books?
    • The Litany Against Fear - auf Deutsch

    • Posted by Finagle on 27 Mar 12
    • Ich muss keine Angst haben.
      Angst ist der Geist-Killer.
      Angst ist der kleine-Tod, der völligen Vernichtung bringt.
      Ich werde meine Angst konfrontiert.
      Ich werde es ihr ermöglichen, über mir und durch mich passieren.
      Und wenn es gegangen ist vorbei Ich werde drehen das innere Auge auf seinem Weg zu sehen.
      Wo die Angst ist weg es wird nichts sein.
      Nur will ich bleiben.