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Missed Chance, Dire Omen
Posted 2 years agoJust woke up from another odd dream. Does time move differently in a dream?
I found myself standing in Boston's Logan Airport, which that alone, is enough of a nightmare for me. I truly despise that place with every once of my mind and body, and try to avoid it at all costs. It's not that I have a fear of flying, as I'll get on a plane any day of the week. But the way they treat people in there, is absolutely atrocious.
I approach the terminal that handles all International flights, and somehow I managed to "ghost" through security. No one saw, or payed any mind to me as I quietly drifted past the metal detectors. I then made my way through to the gates, where I could see all the aircraft outside, waiting for boarding passengers. But then something else caught my eye.
One of the gates was barricaded by large black curtains, blocking its view from the general public. There were two security guards, ushering any curious people along, and quite rudely. I drifted past them, and through the curtains, to where I was now in the waiting area. I looked out the large windows, and what I saw made my heart skip a beat.
Outside, there was an aircraft that nearly resembled a Boeing 777-300er. And from a distance, you wouldn't think anything otherwise. But, I was close enough to see that this craft could do a lot more than just intercontinental flights. This one, could also travel interstellar.
I then turned around to see who would need to travel through space, and got my answer. There were humans in business suits, and outfits that were of I guess high royalty status, like an ambassador of sorts. There were also beings that were wolves, felines, and I think I might've caught sight of a dragon at one point. And as I heard them talking quietly amongst themselves, my body shivered. They were boarding an evacuation flight back to their home world, as I heard one of them say something along the lines of "Glad we're getting off this planet. They have no idea what's about to happen." One of the felines turned around. "Best way to leave it. It'll hurt less not knowing what's coming."
I tried to listen in more. But then I see one of the wolves dressed in a high ranking military uniform slowly approaching where I was standing. In one paw, he had a walkie talkie, and in the other, a device that looked something like a metal detector. And as he got closer, it started to beep loudly.
I was able to jolt myself awake, only to find I could still hear the beeping outside. I looked out the window, and thankfully discovered it was only my next door neighbor, backing a box truck up her driveway.
I sit here now, with a cup of coffee, and a head full of thoughts. I've already forgot any other details I might've picked up, but that's how dreams work I guess. Even now, I'm trying to recall the events, and all I am getting, is a headache, so I'll leave it at that.
As always, comments are welcome.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
I found myself standing in Boston's Logan Airport, which that alone, is enough of a nightmare for me. I truly despise that place with every once of my mind and body, and try to avoid it at all costs. It's not that I have a fear of flying, as I'll get on a plane any day of the week. But the way they treat people in there, is absolutely atrocious.
I approach the terminal that handles all International flights, and somehow I managed to "ghost" through security. No one saw, or payed any mind to me as I quietly drifted past the metal detectors. I then made my way through to the gates, where I could see all the aircraft outside, waiting for boarding passengers. But then something else caught my eye.
One of the gates was barricaded by large black curtains, blocking its view from the general public. There were two security guards, ushering any curious people along, and quite rudely. I drifted past them, and through the curtains, to where I was now in the waiting area. I looked out the large windows, and what I saw made my heart skip a beat.
Outside, there was an aircraft that nearly resembled a Boeing 777-300er. And from a distance, you wouldn't think anything otherwise. But, I was close enough to see that this craft could do a lot more than just intercontinental flights. This one, could also travel interstellar.
I then turned around to see who would need to travel through space, and got my answer. There were humans in business suits, and outfits that were of I guess high royalty status, like an ambassador of sorts. There were also beings that were wolves, felines, and I think I might've caught sight of a dragon at one point. And as I heard them talking quietly amongst themselves, my body shivered. They were boarding an evacuation flight back to their home world, as I heard one of them say something along the lines of "Glad we're getting off this planet. They have no idea what's about to happen." One of the felines turned around. "Best way to leave it. It'll hurt less not knowing what's coming."
I tried to listen in more. But then I see one of the wolves dressed in a high ranking military uniform slowly approaching where I was standing. In one paw, he had a walkie talkie, and in the other, a device that looked something like a metal detector. And as he got closer, it started to beep loudly.
I was able to jolt myself awake, only to find I could still hear the beeping outside. I looked out the window, and thankfully discovered it was only my next door neighbor, backing a box truck up her driveway.
I sit here now, with a cup of coffee, and a head full of thoughts. I've already forgot any other details I might've picked up, but that's how dreams work I guess. Even now, I'm trying to recall the events, and all I am getting, is a headache, so I'll leave it at that.
As always, comments are welcome.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
A Dream? Or a Chance?
Posted 2 years agoI just woke up from perhaps one of the most vivid dreams I've ever had in a long time. And the best thing I can do, is get down as much details as possible while it's still fresh in my mind.
Dream started out with me sitting at my computer, working on something to do with my bills. It was around midnight, and my grandmother was asleep with the cat in her room.
I then hear a strange low frequency humming sound move over the house, and stop as it reached the back yard. I get up, grab my flashlight, and head for the door.
I get to the back yard, and what I see next nearly makes me drop the flashlight. There is a silver, high tech space craft sitting there, with what I guess would be considered running lights on. It's size is just slightly bigger than a mid 90's Ford Econoline work van. With the side entrance open, I can hear music playing. It is the main title theme of the visual novel Far Beyond The World, made by
kaeltiger. And standing in front of it, was the pilot.
The pilot was not human. Instead, he was a male anthropomorphic red wolf, wearing a white jump suit with silver pin striping. He looks at me with his arms behind his back, tail wagging, and I could almost tell he was smiling. He then speaks to me in a soft tone. "If you are ready to leave this world behind and join us, all you have to do is-"
It was that moment I hear a vehicle pulling up the drive way. I turn around, and see the high beams of a Chevy Suburban pull up, and the driver's door quickly opens. The driver steps out, yelling at me to stay where I am. I turn back around to face the pilot, but only see the ship's lights ascending to the stars above, before I am suddenly forced to the ground hard enough that I am jolted awake.
This dream is the first of its kind that I have had in a long time. I do believe that there is a way that we could explore the galaxy, and maybe even discover a race of anthropomorphic beings, and be able to form a peaceful alliance. But, the sad reality remains, that there are forces that prevent such a thing from happening, thus we are trapped in a world that continues to crumble around us.
Even now, as I finish typing this, a lot of the detail I am trying to recall from the dream has already faded away.
Any thoughts, and suggestions are welcome.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Dream started out with me sitting at my computer, working on something to do with my bills. It was around midnight, and my grandmother was asleep with the cat in her room.
I then hear a strange low frequency humming sound move over the house, and stop as it reached the back yard. I get up, grab my flashlight, and head for the door.
I get to the back yard, and what I see next nearly makes me drop the flashlight. There is a silver, high tech space craft sitting there, with what I guess would be considered running lights on. It's size is just slightly bigger than a mid 90's Ford Econoline work van. With the side entrance open, I can hear music playing. It is the main title theme of the visual novel Far Beyond The World, made by
kaeltiger. And standing in front of it, was the pilot. The pilot was not human. Instead, he was a male anthropomorphic red wolf, wearing a white jump suit with silver pin striping. He looks at me with his arms behind his back, tail wagging, and I could almost tell he was smiling. He then speaks to me in a soft tone. "If you are ready to leave this world behind and join us, all you have to do is-"
It was that moment I hear a vehicle pulling up the drive way. I turn around, and see the high beams of a Chevy Suburban pull up, and the driver's door quickly opens. The driver steps out, yelling at me to stay where I am. I turn back around to face the pilot, but only see the ship's lights ascending to the stars above, before I am suddenly forced to the ground hard enough that I am jolted awake.
This dream is the first of its kind that I have had in a long time. I do believe that there is a way that we could explore the galaxy, and maybe even discover a race of anthropomorphic beings, and be able to form a peaceful alliance. But, the sad reality remains, that there are forces that prevent such a thing from happening, thus we are trapped in a world that continues to crumble around us.
Even now, as I finish typing this, a lot of the detail I am trying to recall from the dream has already faded away.
Any thoughts, and suggestions are welcome.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Holiday Blues
Posted 3 years agoWell, as I'm sure you've gathered from the title, I'm doing all I can to get through this holiday season the best I can. Christmas is pretty much upon us, and I'm doing alright, all things considered. My grandmother on the other hand, not so much.
These past few weeks, she has on many nights, cried herself to sleep. I have done all I can to comfort her, but it is to no avail. The memories of Christmas past, from when her late fiancé and sister were still around, to when me and my younger brother and sister were still kids, continue to haunt her. As such, she has also found out recently that this will be the last Christmas she spends in her own home, as starting late Spring of next year, she will be placed onto a waiting list for Assisted Living. Once a location has been found, the bank will then step in to reclaim the house. This means that once the holidays are over, I'll be looking for another place to stay.
The stress of knowing that she is the last remaining family member alive in her generation, along with talking with her only son for a few minutes on the phone while in permanent psychiatric care has taken a devastating toll. As of now, she suffers from depression, and anxiety, as well as increasing levels of dementia, claiming she hears voices all around her. She also constantly has trouble recalling what day it is.
I love my grandmother dearly. But at this point in time, there is very little in the way that can be done to reverse the damage. All I can do now, is offer her support the best I can. And when it is all said and done, I have a sinking feeling I'll be needing support for myself after. But I'll cross that bridge when the time comes.
Not sure where things will go from here. But I'll do the best I can to keep both my grandmother, and myself afloat for the time being.
For now though, I wish everyone a happy, and safe holiday season. Remember to spend time with those you love and care for, and cherish every moment possible. The world right now is in a very unstable position. But being around those you know and love will help to make it at least a little better.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
These past few weeks, she has on many nights, cried herself to sleep. I have done all I can to comfort her, but it is to no avail. The memories of Christmas past, from when her late fiancé and sister were still around, to when me and my younger brother and sister were still kids, continue to haunt her. As such, she has also found out recently that this will be the last Christmas she spends in her own home, as starting late Spring of next year, she will be placed onto a waiting list for Assisted Living. Once a location has been found, the bank will then step in to reclaim the house. This means that once the holidays are over, I'll be looking for another place to stay.
The stress of knowing that she is the last remaining family member alive in her generation, along with talking with her only son for a few minutes on the phone while in permanent psychiatric care has taken a devastating toll. As of now, she suffers from depression, and anxiety, as well as increasing levels of dementia, claiming she hears voices all around her. She also constantly has trouble recalling what day it is.
I love my grandmother dearly. But at this point in time, there is very little in the way that can be done to reverse the damage. All I can do now, is offer her support the best I can. And when it is all said and done, I have a sinking feeling I'll be needing support for myself after. But I'll cross that bridge when the time comes.
Not sure where things will go from here. But I'll do the best I can to keep both my grandmother, and myself afloat for the time being.
For now though, I wish everyone a happy, and safe holiday season. Remember to spend time with those you love and care for, and cherish every moment possible. The world right now is in a very unstable position. But being around those you know and love will help to make it at least a little better.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Thanksgiving
Posted 3 years agoYes, that is right. Thanksgiving is only but a few days away.
In earlier years, I would be surrounded by family, getting ready for the holiday, making sure we had all the things we needed. My mother and grandmother would be in the kitchen, preparing dinner while Adam Sandler's Turkey song played on the clock radio on the counter. My late step father would be in the living room with the other guests, watching the Pats game, while I would be up in my room with my brother, playing some PS2 games. Once the food was served, we all sat down at the table, and gave thanks for what we had. I can even recall one year, where there were so many people at the table, that it was decided to do a buffet style Thanksgiving, which surprisingly worked out quite well.
It was in those days, the holiday was one to truly be thankful for, having friends and family close to one another, sharing laughs and stories.
This year, things are a lot different than what they were back then. It will only be just my grandmother, myself, and a friend of mine getting together for Thanksgiving. I can already see it in my grandmother's face, even through her soft smile, that she is depressed and saddened that the current state of family affairs, and the condition the world is in right now has taken away the joy and cheer of the holiday. And with Christmas being a few weeks away, I fear it'll only get worse.
So with that said, I can only offer this advice. Enjoy what you have now, and give thanks to those who made it so. Because one day, it might not be there anymore.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
In earlier years, I would be surrounded by family, getting ready for the holiday, making sure we had all the things we needed. My mother and grandmother would be in the kitchen, preparing dinner while Adam Sandler's Turkey song played on the clock radio on the counter. My late step father would be in the living room with the other guests, watching the Pats game, while I would be up in my room with my brother, playing some PS2 games. Once the food was served, we all sat down at the table, and gave thanks for what we had. I can even recall one year, where there were so many people at the table, that it was decided to do a buffet style Thanksgiving, which surprisingly worked out quite well.
It was in those days, the holiday was one to truly be thankful for, having friends and family close to one another, sharing laughs and stories.
This year, things are a lot different than what they were back then. It will only be just my grandmother, myself, and a friend of mine getting together for Thanksgiving. I can already see it in my grandmother's face, even through her soft smile, that she is depressed and saddened that the current state of family affairs, and the condition the world is in right now has taken away the joy and cheer of the holiday. And with Christmas being a few weeks away, I fear it'll only get worse.
So with that said, I can only offer this advice. Enjoy what you have now, and give thanks to those who made it so. Because one day, it might not be there anymore.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
October Update
Posted 3 years agoGreetings all.
Hope everything is going well for everyone, as we head deeper into the Fall season. The yard is pretty much covered in pine needles, and leaves, as the trees around the area have started changing color.
And speaking of changes, I have quite a bit of news to share.
I'll start off with the bad news first, seeing as how this has me scratching my head.
This past Saturday, my brother was home alone, with only the dog at his side. Then, later on in the day, there was a knock at his door. It was an HOA agent, along with two local law enforcement officers. After a round of questions, my brother was ordered to leave the premises due to an ongoing investigation that was brought against him. This has pushed my brother to live out of his truck for the time being, parked out in my back yard while continuing to commute to work and back. At the same time, another family member then turned around, and told the HOA that my brother had since moved out. This of course means my brother is now homeless, regardless of the outcome from the investigation. The only details that I know, is someone in that area did not like my brother living there, and filed enough complaints that action was taken. He is currently talking with a few people he knows, to secure a temporary residence, until things settle back down. I'm doing all I can now to help not only my grandmother, but now my brother as well.
As for my home, my grandmother's mental state of being continues to diminish from anxiety, and depression. She is more tired during the day, not wanting to do much other than play a game of cards and read books. Otherwise, she sleeps most of the day away, and wonders why she can't sleep well at night. I've started getting her into the habit of sorting her medication in a container that keeps daily doses for the entire week. This way, she'll better remember if she took her medication depending on what day it is.
As for the house, there is help offered to have the furnace replaced free of charge before Winter's arrival, and most of the utilities paid for by an organization. We've also been approved for assistance with food, which will definitely be of great support for us, given the hard times we are presented with.
The only other good news I have to offer at this moment, is I will be attending Furpocalypse this year with a friend of mine. This will help me to relax, and offer a bit of a vacation to hang out with friends whom I have not seen in some time, as well as make new ones, all while exploring, and enjoying the convention's new venue.
So with all that being said, I will continue to keep you informed, and hope to have some pics up on FA in the coming weeks.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Hope everything is going well for everyone, as we head deeper into the Fall season. The yard is pretty much covered in pine needles, and leaves, as the trees around the area have started changing color.
And speaking of changes, I have quite a bit of news to share.
I'll start off with the bad news first, seeing as how this has me scratching my head.
This past Saturday, my brother was home alone, with only the dog at his side. Then, later on in the day, there was a knock at his door. It was an HOA agent, along with two local law enforcement officers. After a round of questions, my brother was ordered to leave the premises due to an ongoing investigation that was brought against him. This has pushed my brother to live out of his truck for the time being, parked out in my back yard while continuing to commute to work and back. At the same time, another family member then turned around, and told the HOA that my brother had since moved out. This of course means my brother is now homeless, regardless of the outcome from the investigation. The only details that I know, is someone in that area did not like my brother living there, and filed enough complaints that action was taken. He is currently talking with a few people he knows, to secure a temporary residence, until things settle back down. I'm doing all I can now to help not only my grandmother, but now my brother as well.
As for my home, my grandmother's mental state of being continues to diminish from anxiety, and depression. She is more tired during the day, not wanting to do much other than play a game of cards and read books. Otherwise, she sleeps most of the day away, and wonders why she can't sleep well at night. I've started getting her into the habit of sorting her medication in a container that keeps daily doses for the entire week. This way, she'll better remember if she took her medication depending on what day it is.
As for the house, there is help offered to have the furnace replaced free of charge before Winter's arrival, and most of the utilities paid for by an organization. We've also been approved for assistance with food, which will definitely be of great support for us, given the hard times we are presented with.
The only other good news I have to offer at this moment, is I will be attending Furpocalypse this year with a friend of mine. This will help me to relax, and offer a bit of a vacation to hang out with friends whom I have not seen in some time, as well as make new ones, all while exploring, and enjoying the convention's new venue.
So with all that being said, I will continue to keep you informed, and hope to have some pics up on FA in the coming weeks.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Breaking Down
Posted 3 years agoLast night, I had a slip and fall accident at work. There were no injuries, thankfully, and there were a few people nearby to help me back up. Minus a bit of pain that lasted for a while, I was mostly shaken up, and was sent home a few minutes early.
Later that night, or perhaps very early this morning, I was able to drift off into a deep sleep, without realizing it. I closed my eyes, and immediately found myself back in my old apartment that I shared with my mother, brother, and sister. It was nighttime, and I was the only one awake, watching some Adult Swim anime on my vintage Sanyo 13" portable color TV. It was old enough to still have the antenna screw terminals in the back, so I had to use an adapter that allowed me to hook up a VCR that doubled as the cable box. Just sitting there, watching the show, and seeing my high school book bag on the floor nearby made me tear up immensely. It was a moment in time that I had almost forgotten about, being only a few of us in my class stayed up late on school nights to watch our favorite shows.
Soon after, I blinked a few times not realizing I had woken up. I looked over at the clock, and saw it was 5:30 AM. My instinct kicked in, and made me get up, and start getting dressed before I realized the situation. I sat back down upon the couch that I was sleeping on earlier, and just cried.
It was those times in the past I cherished the most. Hanging out with friends during high school. Then coming home in the afternoon to play outside for a bit, before heading back in to watch some Dragonball Z, and Tenchi on Toonami. My mother, and her fiancé at the time would order pizza, and me, my brother, and his friend would play Smash Bros. on the N64 for a bit.
I look back at those wonderful times, and then I look at what the current situation is I'm in, and the difference is like night, and day. There's so many problems in the world today, and no one has the solution to fix them, rather than coming up with ideas that make those problems worse. I'm reaching a breaking point in my life, and I'm starting to question if it's worth living another 10 or 15 years more, just to see how much further society will collapse in on itself. How much longer will it be, before the weather becomes extreme where it's a heatwave one week, and the week after, a freak blizzard? How much longer will it be before one nation becomes irritated enough they decide to take on the rest of the world with a push of a button? These are the questions that plague my mind, as I do my best to not forget the best times I had in the past.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Later that night, or perhaps very early this morning, I was able to drift off into a deep sleep, without realizing it. I closed my eyes, and immediately found myself back in my old apartment that I shared with my mother, brother, and sister. It was nighttime, and I was the only one awake, watching some Adult Swim anime on my vintage Sanyo 13" portable color TV. It was old enough to still have the antenna screw terminals in the back, so I had to use an adapter that allowed me to hook up a VCR that doubled as the cable box. Just sitting there, watching the show, and seeing my high school book bag on the floor nearby made me tear up immensely. It was a moment in time that I had almost forgotten about, being only a few of us in my class stayed up late on school nights to watch our favorite shows.
Soon after, I blinked a few times not realizing I had woken up. I looked over at the clock, and saw it was 5:30 AM. My instinct kicked in, and made me get up, and start getting dressed before I realized the situation. I sat back down upon the couch that I was sleeping on earlier, and just cried.
It was those times in the past I cherished the most. Hanging out with friends during high school. Then coming home in the afternoon to play outside for a bit, before heading back in to watch some Dragonball Z, and Tenchi on Toonami. My mother, and her fiancé at the time would order pizza, and me, my brother, and his friend would play Smash Bros. on the N64 for a bit.
I look back at those wonderful times, and then I look at what the current situation is I'm in, and the difference is like night, and day. There's so many problems in the world today, and no one has the solution to fix them, rather than coming up with ideas that make those problems worse. I'm reaching a breaking point in my life, and I'm starting to question if it's worth living another 10 or 15 years more, just to see how much further society will collapse in on itself. How much longer will it be, before the weather becomes extreme where it's a heatwave one week, and the week after, a freak blizzard? How much longer will it be before one nation becomes irritated enough they decide to take on the rest of the world with a push of a button? These are the questions that plague my mind, as I do my best to not forget the best times I had in the past.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
A Lot to Think About
Posted 3 years agoGreetings all.
As I'm sure a lot of us have noticed, it is now September. Days will quickly become shorter, and nights will become longer, and a bit more cool. The winds will soon bring a brisk chill to the air, as leaves upon the trees will change their colors, ushering in the news that Autumn is quickly approaching. Very soon, we'll be packing away the beach towels and sun block lotion, while dusting off the hoodies and sweaters, while enjoying the numerous pumpkin spice flavored drinks.
Life for me has actually stabilized in a sense. I now have a job working as a part time dishwasher at a restaurant that is almost literally right next to my house. My grandmother will soon be receiving financial aid for her bills and groceries, and my father is getting the much needed mental care he needs in a properly maintained facility. It is enough to make me sit back for once, with a smile on my face, leaving me with a feeling of joy, and accomplishment.
But, as is my luck has always been, the good things can never last long enough.
In the past few days I have started my new job, my grandmother has been applying for financial assistance, with the aid of her niece. The office that my grandmother visited has stated that they will do the best they can to aid both her and me, in food, and utilities. While this may seem like quite a generous offer that I do humbly accept, they have also turned around, and told my grandmother that due to her increasing signs of depression and dementia, she will soon be unable to take care of the house she has called home since 1997. She has since signed a form that will take two weeks to process, that once completed, will place my grandmother on a waiting list for assisted housing. This has been my grandmother's greatest fear come true, but acknowledges that it is due to her less than satisfactory spending habits. So, in summary, my grandmother will be placed in a home that will allow her cat to be with her, and pretty much leaves me looking for another place to live within the next year.
I really don't want to think about how my grandmother will be able to tell her son that he has no home to go to, when she herself is no longer there. I'm also wondering how I'm going to break the news to the restaurant I just started working at, saying that I'll have to resign due to changes in housing. It is these, and other things I am currently thinking about, and truth be told, it does wear heavily on my chest. To reach a point where one can sit back for a moment, and admire the good things that are finally happening in life, only to be shot down in flames 5 minutes later.
So, in the coming months, after Furpocalypse, and the holiday rush that follows, I will have to sit down, and start plotting out a plan on finding a new place to live. It does break my heart to have to leave behind the place I've known since childhood, but as stated in my previous journal post, I had a feeling that this day would come at some point in the near future. In fact, most of my stuff is still packed in boxes from the last scare of winding up on the street.
With that being said, I can only hope for the best.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
As I'm sure a lot of us have noticed, it is now September. Days will quickly become shorter, and nights will become longer, and a bit more cool. The winds will soon bring a brisk chill to the air, as leaves upon the trees will change their colors, ushering in the news that Autumn is quickly approaching. Very soon, we'll be packing away the beach towels and sun block lotion, while dusting off the hoodies and sweaters, while enjoying the numerous pumpkin spice flavored drinks.
Life for me has actually stabilized in a sense. I now have a job working as a part time dishwasher at a restaurant that is almost literally right next to my house. My grandmother will soon be receiving financial aid for her bills and groceries, and my father is getting the much needed mental care he needs in a properly maintained facility. It is enough to make me sit back for once, with a smile on my face, leaving me with a feeling of joy, and accomplishment.
But, as is my luck has always been, the good things can never last long enough.
In the past few days I have started my new job, my grandmother has been applying for financial assistance, with the aid of her niece. The office that my grandmother visited has stated that they will do the best they can to aid both her and me, in food, and utilities. While this may seem like quite a generous offer that I do humbly accept, they have also turned around, and told my grandmother that due to her increasing signs of depression and dementia, she will soon be unable to take care of the house she has called home since 1997. She has since signed a form that will take two weeks to process, that once completed, will place my grandmother on a waiting list for assisted housing. This has been my grandmother's greatest fear come true, but acknowledges that it is due to her less than satisfactory spending habits. So, in summary, my grandmother will be placed in a home that will allow her cat to be with her, and pretty much leaves me looking for another place to live within the next year.
I really don't want to think about how my grandmother will be able to tell her son that he has no home to go to, when she herself is no longer there. I'm also wondering how I'm going to break the news to the restaurant I just started working at, saying that I'll have to resign due to changes in housing. It is these, and other things I am currently thinking about, and truth be told, it does wear heavily on my chest. To reach a point where one can sit back for a moment, and admire the good things that are finally happening in life, only to be shot down in flames 5 minutes later.
So, in the coming months, after Furpocalypse, and the holiday rush that follows, I will have to sit down, and start plotting out a plan on finding a new place to live. It does break my heart to have to leave behind the place I've known since childhood, but as stated in my previous journal post, I had a feeling that this day would come at some point in the near future. In fact, most of my stuff is still packed in boxes from the last scare of winding up on the street.
With that being said, I can only hope for the best.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
5 Years
Posted 3 years agoThat's right. As of June 30th, 2022, it will have officially been 5 years since I moved into my grandmother's house.
When I first moved in, I was excited to see my father once again, after being away for some time. I remember in earlier years, he was always a person I looked up to. Him and I shared a few laughs, and sometimes would go for a drive, or even go for a walk. But after moving into my grandmother's house, I had quickly learned of his dangerous addiction to smoking and drinking, of which was not helped by my grandmother's inability to tell him no, and thus further enabling him. His dementia was also getting worse, as half the time, he couldn't figure out where he was, or where he was going. All he knew was that his feet were taking him to the next point in his travels that would provide for his addictive needs. As of this moment, he is currently in a secured care facility, receiving the help he needs, though his mental state of mind prohibits him from ever returning to society.
In July of 2018, I was sitting nearby when my grandmother got the call from the hospital, saying that her sister had passed away. This severely devastated my grandmother. Every now and then, she still remembers her name, and will eventually break down in tears, and I do what I can to comfort her the best I can.
Sure, there's been a few good moments that brought my grandmother and I joy. Just recently, she got a kitten from her niece. It brings her great joy, and happiness to see it so full of energy and wonder as it explores the house, and getting into mischief. I myself, have grown to appreciate having the cat around, and find it quite amusing to see how many places it can hide in. The cat has taken quite a liking to the both us in turn, as it likes to brush against our legs and feet when either one of us is moving around, as well as rest on our shoulders when we are down.
But between the increasing debt being built up on the house, and my grandmother's ailing mental health due to her depression, anxiety, and worsening dementia, I fear that within the next five years, I will have to move to a new location, she'll be placed into a nursing facility, and the cat would have to be put up for adoption. Not the greatest outlook on things, but I'd much rather be prepared for what's to come, rather than ride on the false hope that everything will be just fine, like my grandmother wishes things to be. For now, I'll keep an eye on things, and see where they go.
That's about all I have for now.
Take care all.
When I first moved in, I was excited to see my father once again, after being away for some time. I remember in earlier years, he was always a person I looked up to. Him and I shared a few laughs, and sometimes would go for a drive, or even go for a walk. But after moving into my grandmother's house, I had quickly learned of his dangerous addiction to smoking and drinking, of which was not helped by my grandmother's inability to tell him no, and thus further enabling him. His dementia was also getting worse, as half the time, he couldn't figure out where he was, or where he was going. All he knew was that his feet were taking him to the next point in his travels that would provide for his addictive needs. As of this moment, he is currently in a secured care facility, receiving the help he needs, though his mental state of mind prohibits him from ever returning to society.
In July of 2018, I was sitting nearby when my grandmother got the call from the hospital, saying that her sister had passed away. This severely devastated my grandmother. Every now and then, she still remembers her name, and will eventually break down in tears, and I do what I can to comfort her the best I can.
Sure, there's been a few good moments that brought my grandmother and I joy. Just recently, she got a kitten from her niece. It brings her great joy, and happiness to see it so full of energy and wonder as it explores the house, and getting into mischief. I myself, have grown to appreciate having the cat around, and find it quite amusing to see how many places it can hide in. The cat has taken quite a liking to the both us in turn, as it likes to brush against our legs and feet when either one of us is moving around, as well as rest on our shoulders when we are down.
But between the increasing debt being built up on the house, and my grandmother's ailing mental health due to her depression, anxiety, and worsening dementia, I fear that within the next five years, I will have to move to a new location, she'll be placed into a nursing facility, and the cat would have to be put up for adoption. Not the greatest outlook on things, but I'd much rather be prepared for what's to come, rather than ride on the false hope that everything will be just fine, like my grandmother wishes things to be. For now, I'll keep an eye on things, and see where they go.
That's about all I have for now.
Take care all.
Wildlife Cam Concerns - RANT
Posted 3 years agoThere are times when I like to sit back now and then, and enjoy watching a few livestreams from wildlife sanctuaries from around the country, and from around the world. It offers a feeling of calm, and relaxation, which in today's hectic world, is a welcomed blessing.
However, there is a few problems. It doesn't involve the sanctuaries, or the animals they contain. Rather, it is with the cameras that provide the livestreamed footage. Why you ask? The answer is simple. They move.
Yes, these cameras have the ability to pan, tilt, zoom, and focus, as well as even provide infrared night vision on various animals throughout the park. And in most cases they're pretty good about remaining focused on the subjects.
That isn't always the case. After having watched one livestream for a good hour, I deducted that the cameras aren't so much controlled by an AI of sorts, but by an actual person sitting at the controls. Now, it isn't my place to judge someone for how they do their job, nor to tell them how to do it. But when you have a group of animals playing together, and only focus on the one just sleeping nearby, it can be a bit frustrating.
But, it doesn't end there.
The sites that host these livestreams provide a bulletin board of sorts beneath the video, where people can share pictures, as well as observations. Though from time to time, someone will make a mention about the cameras either not focused well, or how they are set on one spot for a long period of time. This is how I know someone is watching things, because not even a half hour later, not just one, but all the cameras are taken offline. And in the video player's place, is a screenshot of the message, with one beneath it, saying "The cameras will NOT resume livestreaming, until the above message is removed." At this point, the only thing I can do, is close my eyes, and shake my head. It makes me wonder what type of work ethic this person must have. They are sitting at the controls of 2, possibly 3 cameras, that have a viewing audience of 50 or so people. And rather than accept the post as people appreciating the stream and offering a bit of support, the camera operator decides to have a moment, and place everyone in the dark, and then turn around, and make an example out of the person who made the post to begin with. To me, this does not seem right. At all. It is aggravating to say the least. I do enjoy watching the livestream of animals, and I'm sure that the staff of the facilities are hard at work ensuring their well being. But one should not pull the plug out of spite over one simple little post, and ruin it for everyone else.
That's just my thoughts on the matter, and had to get it off my chest.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
However, there is a few problems. It doesn't involve the sanctuaries, or the animals they contain. Rather, it is with the cameras that provide the livestreamed footage. Why you ask? The answer is simple. They move.
Yes, these cameras have the ability to pan, tilt, zoom, and focus, as well as even provide infrared night vision on various animals throughout the park. And in most cases they're pretty good about remaining focused on the subjects.
That isn't always the case. After having watched one livestream for a good hour, I deducted that the cameras aren't so much controlled by an AI of sorts, but by an actual person sitting at the controls. Now, it isn't my place to judge someone for how they do their job, nor to tell them how to do it. But when you have a group of animals playing together, and only focus on the one just sleeping nearby, it can be a bit frustrating.
But, it doesn't end there.
The sites that host these livestreams provide a bulletin board of sorts beneath the video, where people can share pictures, as well as observations. Though from time to time, someone will make a mention about the cameras either not focused well, or how they are set on one spot for a long period of time. This is how I know someone is watching things, because not even a half hour later, not just one, but all the cameras are taken offline. And in the video player's place, is a screenshot of the message, with one beneath it, saying "The cameras will NOT resume livestreaming, until the above message is removed." At this point, the only thing I can do, is close my eyes, and shake my head. It makes me wonder what type of work ethic this person must have. They are sitting at the controls of 2, possibly 3 cameras, that have a viewing audience of 50 or so people. And rather than accept the post as people appreciating the stream and offering a bit of support, the camera operator decides to have a moment, and place everyone in the dark, and then turn around, and make an example out of the person who made the post to begin with. To me, this does not seem right. At all. It is aggravating to say the least. I do enjoy watching the livestream of animals, and I'm sure that the staff of the facilities are hard at work ensuring their well being. But one should not pull the plug out of spite over one simple little post, and ruin it for everyone else.
That's just my thoughts on the matter, and had to get it off my chest.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Before The Rush
Posted 3 years agoTomorrow marks the first day of June of 2022.
This means that in less than 24 hours, the start of Pride Month will officially begin. Businesses of all types will change their logos and signs, and many places will advertise that all are welcome.
While this is all exciting news to quite a few of you, for myself and others that are like-minded, this something I see that could be an invitation to a major potential problem.
With everything that has happened in this country, as well as around the world in recent times, the stress levels of many are at an all time high. And with the lack of adequate mental health care in this country, the risk of potential danger increases that much more. Having something that some folks don't agree with being plastered everywhere they look could cause them to reach the tipping point of sanity, and thus choose to bring harm to others, as well as property. This is something I personally fear will happen, and as a result, I will kindly decline any invitations to join in.
I am not against Pride Month, nor what it aims to provide, as I myself am bi. But to those who wish to attend and participate, I do hope that you all have a wonderful, and safe time. All I ask is that you be aware of your surroundings, as well as stay close to one another. Keep an eye out, and an open ear for any potential problems that may arise. And if things start to get out of hand, make sure to have a backup plan.
I wish everyone a happy, and safe Pride Month.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
This means that in less than 24 hours, the start of Pride Month will officially begin. Businesses of all types will change their logos and signs, and many places will advertise that all are welcome.
While this is all exciting news to quite a few of you, for myself and others that are like-minded, this something I see that could be an invitation to a major potential problem.
With everything that has happened in this country, as well as around the world in recent times, the stress levels of many are at an all time high. And with the lack of adequate mental health care in this country, the risk of potential danger increases that much more. Having something that some folks don't agree with being plastered everywhere they look could cause them to reach the tipping point of sanity, and thus choose to bring harm to others, as well as property. This is something I personally fear will happen, and as a result, I will kindly decline any invitations to join in.
I am not against Pride Month, nor what it aims to provide, as I myself am bi. But to those who wish to attend and participate, I do hope that you all have a wonderful, and safe time. All I ask is that you be aware of your surroundings, as well as stay close to one another. Keep an eye out, and an open ear for any potential problems that may arise. And if things start to get out of hand, make sure to have a backup plan.
I wish everyone a happy, and safe Pride Month.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Days Numbered
Posted 3 years agoSo it has come to this. My grandmother's worst fears are about to come to fruit.
Loosing the house she loved for the last 25 years, and winding up in a nursing home, with no way to see her son who is currently in a permanent mental care facility.
And as for me? I'll be looking for another couch to sleep on.
How did this happen? Well, from what I gather, just before my great grandfather's passing back in '98, he left the house to both my grandmother, and another relative. After his death, the two battled for rights to the property. My grandmother, having an emotional attachment to the land since her family owned it, wound up paying a very large sum of cash for the deed. However, what no one realized was that other relative had the property entrusted to an estate, rather than to my grandmother, who was unaware of what had happened. She had the house, and that's all she wanted. Both her, and her fiancé moved in.
It wasn't until after my grandmother's fiancé's passing that she began to fall short on a few mortgage payments here and there. Couple that with her line of credit sinking, as she wasn't really good with finances, buying every little nice thing her eyes laid on, and thus maxing out her credit cards. And let's not forget about my father's abusive drinking habits, which she also enabled with the same line of credit.
Over the next several years, my grandmother's financial situation worsened. I then moved into the house back in mid 2017, and tried to help her out as best I could, not realizing there was disaster lurking in the future.
Then the world fell into a pandemic state, and everything was placed in Standby, to the point even the courts had to suspend any cases that were taking place.
Now, the courts are back up, and running. Remember that estate trust I mentioned earlier? Well, turns out the other relative had been paying into it for some time... then stopped. Long before I moved in. Now, the courts have caught up to the situation, and it is about to be revealed that not only does my grandmother not own the house, but the property back tax is far beyond what any of us are able to pay. How do I know all this? Today, the sheriff himself hand-delivered a letter to my grandmother. I looked over the paperwork myself, and made a few phone calls. After which, I told my grandmother to call her lawyer, and make a weekend visit to go over the documents.
In short, it means the bank is going to reposes the house, my grandmother is going to be placed into a nursing home, and I'm going to be thrown out onto the street.
I'm trying my best to keep a clear head on my shoulders, as I am currently looking into other options of residency. Not sure where things are going to go from here, but only time will tell.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Loosing the house she loved for the last 25 years, and winding up in a nursing home, with no way to see her son who is currently in a permanent mental care facility.
And as for me? I'll be looking for another couch to sleep on.
How did this happen? Well, from what I gather, just before my great grandfather's passing back in '98, he left the house to both my grandmother, and another relative. After his death, the two battled for rights to the property. My grandmother, having an emotional attachment to the land since her family owned it, wound up paying a very large sum of cash for the deed. However, what no one realized was that other relative had the property entrusted to an estate, rather than to my grandmother, who was unaware of what had happened. She had the house, and that's all she wanted. Both her, and her fiancé moved in.
It wasn't until after my grandmother's fiancé's passing that she began to fall short on a few mortgage payments here and there. Couple that with her line of credit sinking, as she wasn't really good with finances, buying every little nice thing her eyes laid on, and thus maxing out her credit cards. And let's not forget about my father's abusive drinking habits, which she also enabled with the same line of credit.
Over the next several years, my grandmother's financial situation worsened. I then moved into the house back in mid 2017, and tried to help her out as best I could, not realizing there was disaster lurking in the future.
Then the world fell into a pandemic state, and everything was placed in Standby, to the point even the courts had to suspend any cases that were taking place.
Now, the courts are back up, and running. Remember that estate trust I mentioned earlier? Well, turns out the other relative had been paying into it for some time... then stopped. Long before I moved in. Now, the courts have caught up to the situation, and it is about to be revealed that not only does my grandmother not own the house, but the property back tax is far beyond what any of us are able to pay. How do I know all this? Today, the sheriff himself hand-delivered a letter to my grandmother. I looked over the paperwork myself, and made a few phone calls. After which, I told my grandmother to call her lawyer, and make a weekend visit to go over the documents.
In short, it means the bank is going to reposes the house, my grandmother is going to be placed into a nursing home, and I'm going to be thrown out onto the street.
I'm trying my best to keep a clear head on my shoulders, as I am currently looking into other options of residency. Not sure where things are going to go from here, but only time will tell.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Take Me Back
Posted 3 years agoTake Me Back
To when I used to stay up late on school nights, and watch Adult Swim for Anime such as Outlaw Star, Cowboy Bebop, Lupine the 3rd, InuYasha, Wolf's Rain, Tenchi Muyo, and Trigun.
Take Me Back
To when I used to get excited whenever I'd fire up my mom's Compaq Presario 5000 running Windows XP SP2, and hear that familiar voice say "Welcome! You've Got mail!", and pray no one picked up the phone.
Take Me Back
To the Thursday nights when my mother would go to the local laundry mat, and I'd go visit my friend's house to order pizza, and watch WWF Smackdown until the laundry was done.
Take Me Back
To when music had meaning, power, and was exciting to hear on the radio. One Week by the Bare Naked Ladies, Allstar by Smashmouth, Fly Away by Lenny Kravitz, and Smooth by Sanata ft. Rob Thomas just to name a few.
Take Me Back
To when phones started using Polyphonic ringtones, and a full QWERTY keyboard at the time was considered a true luxury.
Take Me Back
To when life was simpler, happy, full of new ideas, and originality. When things were easy to grasp, learn, and enjoy.
Please... for what ever it's worth...
Take Me Back
To when I used to stay up late on school nights, and watch Adult Swim for Anime such as Outlaw Star, Cowboy Bebop, Lupine the 3rd, InuYasha, Wolf's Rain, Tenchi Muyo, and Trigun.
Take Me Back
To when I used to get excited whenever I'd fire up my mom's Compaq Presario 5000 running Windows XP SP2, and hear that familiar voice say "Welcome! You've Got mail!", and pray no one picked up the phone.
Take Me Back
To the Thursday nights when my mother would go to the local laundry mat, and I'd go visit my friend's house to order pizza, and watch WWF Smackdown until the laundry was done.
Take Me Back
To when music had meaning, power, and was exciting to hear on the radio. One Week by the Bare Naked Ladies, Allstar by Smashmouth, Fly Away by Lenny Kravitz, and Smooth by Sanata ft. Rob Thomas just to name a few.
Take Me Back
To when phones started using Polyphonic ringtones, and a full QWERTY keyboard at the time was considered a true luxury.
Take Me Back
To when life was simpler, happy, full of new ideas, and originality. When things were easy to grasp, learn, and enjoy.
Please... for what ever it's worth...
Take Me Back
The Idea of Time Travel
Posted 3 years agoThe idea of time travel has been a bit of an interest to me the last few years. Only recently as things in this world spiraled into chaos, and uncertainty, did I become more involved with its veil of mystery. The more I looked into it, the more I learned of Einstein's Theory of Relativity, along with the workings of how time dilation works. And what I have learned, is yes, time travel is in fact possible. But there's a catch. Once you go forward in time, there's no going back.
To go forward in time, you have to move physically close to the speed of light as possible. The speed of light, of course, being 186,000 Miles Per Second. Yeah, not even Sonic The Hedgehog can run that fast. The theory is, the faster you are moving towards the speed of light, the faster time starts moving around you. To put it into perspective, imagine a long, expansive train track that loops around the entire globe's equator. And on that track, there is a specially modified train that has the power to reach the speed of light. Once you board the train, it begins to move slowly, gradually increasing in speed. Once the train starts to reach lightspeed, time inside the train is still running as you would see normal. However, time outside the train has accelerated. You are now travelling into the future. To put it this way, you could spend a week on that train, moving at, or at least as close to, the speed of light. Afterwards, the train slows down, and comes to a stop. You then exit the train, and will see that a good 100 years have already gone by in that week's time you spent on the train. However, this is sadly a One-Way ticket ride. For you can only forward in the current timeline you're in, not backwards.
Now, that's not to say that going back is impossible, as there is an theory that states you can in fact go back. But you would have to travel to a parallel timeline. This can be a bit more tricky to do, as you'd have to know which timeline you want, and at what point you would arrive at. Plus, to design a device, or machine that would allow such travel would require vast amounts of power, and financial support.
So, from what I've learned, is it's easier to go forward in time, than it is to go back. But with so many variables, and risks involved, I'm not sure if I'm ready to run out the door, and buy a DeLorean just yet, as I still have a lot of things to learn, and discover.
There's still a lot out there I'm still learning, so it's going to be an interesting ride for sure. But I will definitely share what knowledge I gathered with you all. Comments are welcomed.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
To go forward in time, you have to move physically close to the speed of light as possible. The speed of light, of course, being 186,000 Miles Per Second. Yeah, not even Sonic The Hedgehog can run that fast. The theory is, the faster you are moving towards the speed of light, the faster time starts moving around you. To put it into perspective, imagine a long, expansive train track that loops around the entire globe's equator. And on that track, there is a specially modified train that has the power to reach the speed of light. Once you board the train, it begins to move slowly, gradually increasing in speed. Once the train starts to reach lightspeed, time inside the train is still running as you would see normal. However, time outside the train has accelerated. You are now travelling into the future. To put it this way, you could spend a week on that train, moving at, or at least as close to, the speed of light. Afterwards, the train slows down, and comes to a stop. You then exit the train, and will see that a good 100 years have already gone by in that week's time you spent on the train. However, this is sadly a One-Way ticket ride. For you can only forward in the current timeline you're in, not backwards.
Now, that's not to say that going back is impossible, as there is an theory that states you can in fact go back. But you would have to travel to a parallel timeline. This can be a bit more tricky to do, as you'd have to know which timeline you want, and at what point you would arrive at. Plus, to design a device, or machine that would allow such travel would require vast amounts of power, and financial support.
So, from what I've learned, is it's easier to go forward in time, than it is to go back. But with so many variables, and risks involved, I'm not sure if I'm ready to run out the door, and buy a DeLorean just yet, as I still have a lot of things to learn, and discover.
There's still a lot out there I'm still learning, so it's going to be an interesting ride for sure. But I will definitely share what knowledge I gathered with you all. Comments are welcomed.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Too Perfect for SL?
Posted 4 years agoIs there really a such thing?
I have to ask myself this question, considering I was kicked out of a furry sim... AGAIN ...because some people there felt my avatar was "too perfect", or "too professional" for their liking. Seriously, I wish I was making this up.
For those that are curious, my avatar is the large version of the gray and white Orange Nova Skadi Sergal. Over time, I invested a little money, and effort, to make it into something that I deem decent enough. The outfit usually consists of a black tank top, and dark chained jeans, along with a spiked black collar and wrist bracers to complete the look.
I visited a Mature rated furry sim, where it was advertised as "All Are Welcome". Upon looking over a few profiles, I noticed that most of the people there were online for about a year, with no payment information provided, and their avatars were ones you would get for free off the sim. That didn't bother me none, as I got to talk to a few people in the sim, and most seemed rather pleased with how my avatar appeared. I must have spent about a good half hour in the sim, until I received a PM from the sim owner, stating that a few people felt more intimidated by my avatar's appearance, before kicking me out. Of course, this has left me in a bit of a heated state. And if any of this sounds familiar, yes I did have a similar encounter about 3 months ago.
I would like to think that with the rise of the VRChat generation, knowing that it can be played without the use of a headset, it'd sift out a lot of the younger people off SL, allowing for the older generation to enjoy with little to no hassle. Apparently, that's not the case. I'm not trying to go out of my way to put anyone down for what they choose to play, so please don't take it as such.
It makes me wonder if anyone else who plays, or has played Second Life in the past, ever run into this sort of situation. If so, by all means do feel free to comment below.
This is twice now that this has happened, and I am seriously starting to consider permanently deleting my account off the site if this type of problem persists.
But that's about all I have for now.
Take care all.
I have to ask myself this question, considering I was kicked out of a furry sim... AGAIN ...because some people there felt my avatar was "too perfect", or "too professional" for their liking. Seriously, I wish I was making this up.
For those that are curious, my avatar is the large version of the gray and white Orange Nova Skadi Sergal. Over time, I invested a little money, and effort, to make it into something that I deem decent enough. The outfit usually consists of a black tank top, and dark chained jeans, along with a spiked black collar and wrist bracers to complete the look.
I visited a Mature rated furry sim, where it was advertised as "All Are Welcome". Upon looking over a few profiles, I noticed that most of the people there were online for about a year, with no payment information provided, and their avatars were ones you would get for free off the sim. That didn't bother me none, as I got to talk to a few people in the sim, and most seemed rather pleased with how my avatar appeared. I must have spent about a good half hour in the sim, until I received a PM from the sim owner, stating that a few people felt more intimidated by my avatar's appearance, before kicking me out. Of course, this has left me in a bit of a heated state. And if any of this sounds familiar, yes I did have a similar encounter about 3 months ago.
I would like to think that with the rise of the VRChat generation, knowing that it can be played without the use of a headset, it'd sift out a lot of the younger people off SL, allowing for the older generation to enjoy with little to no hassle. Apparently, that's not the case. I'm not trying to go out of my way to put anyone down for what they choose to play, so please don't take it as such.
It makes me wonder if anyone else who plays, or has played Second Life in the past, ever run into this sort of situation. If so, by all means do feel free to comment below.
This is twice now that this has happened, and I am seriously starting to consider permanently deleting my account off the site if this type of problem persists.
But that's about all I have for now.
Take care all.
Small Update
Posted 4 years agoAs we have passed from the first half of January, well into the 2nd half, a few things have been going on here on the home front. Thus is why I haven't been able to get a journal post out, until now.
A few of you have been wondering about my father's well being, and I do have some news. He now has an assigned state funded conservator to oversee the financial challenges my father incurs, since he is no longer able to make decisions for himself. This means that there is no financial burden placed upon my grandmother, though she is not happy about the situation. As such, as of today (January 20, 2022) a court hearing was held in deciding my father's final place of residence while he is currently still alive. Though it is been suggested that it needs to be somewhere secure enough due to his wandering about constantly in a fogged state of mind. Sadly, this has become a permanent symptom due to his Alzheimer's, and Dementia brought on by years of alcohol and mental abuse. At times, he does have moments of sobriety, where he is more alert, and focused enough to hold a conversation of a few words. But they are short lived, and his mind will eventually blank out, and he'll begin to wander aimlessly through the halls.
My grandmother has accepted that her son will unfortunately not be returning home to her, as she is in no physical, or financial shape to take him in, and I've got all I can do to keep her comfortable and happy as much as possible, while I am still looking for employment. She knows the hurdles of the extensive care and attention my father needs, though is still hung up on the idea that she would rather see him happy in a place he knows best, versus a place that'll provide more adequate care by trained professionals in a more modern updated facility.
The house is in dire need of repair and upkeep, as I have been trying to do my best to keep things running enough to get us by. The heating system is antique, broken, and beyond repair as it does very little in supplying hot water for bathing and cleaning. We are currently running an electric heater 24-7 to keep the cold at bay, and often times, will even have to run the oven with the door open just to keep it moderately comfortable despite the house being very drafty. It also doesn't help that there are an overabundance of squirrels, chipmunks, and field mice running rampant throughout the attic, and walls, looking for warmth.
My grandmother's only means of transportation now, is the aid of a family member taking her out once every week to do banking and shopping. The vehicle she owns, a late 90's small pickup, is rotted badly underneath, with blown brake lines, and leaking coolant seals around the motor. The last time it ran was back in July of last year. She's adamant that the truck will pass the Massachusetts state inspection on the account that she is elderly, but I have repeatedly told her many times that the moment they see the truck, it'll be scrapped almost immediately.
At this point in time, it is hard to say where things will go, as we progress through the remaining weeks of Winter, and into Spring. My friend, and I will most likely be visiting Boston in February for Anthro New England, but have agreed that it'll only be for Saturday. Other than that, there's not much else I can offer at this moment.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
A few of you have been wondering about my father's well being, and I do have some news. He now has an assigned state funded conservator to oversee the financial challenges my father incurs, since he is no longer able to make decisions for himself. This means that there is no financial burden placed upon my grandmother, though she is not happy about the situation. As such, as of today (January 20, 2022) a court hearing was held in deciding my father's final place of residence while he is currently still alive. Though it is been suggested that it needs to be somewhere secure enough due to his wandering about constantly in a fogged state of mind. Sadly, this has become a permanent symptom due to his Alzheimer's, and Dementia brought on by years of alcohol and mental abuse. At times, he does have moments of sobriety, where he is more alert, and focused enough to hold a conversation of a few words. But they are short lived, and his mind will eventually blank out, and he'll begin to wander aimlessly through the halls.
My grandmother has accepted that her son will unfortunately not be returning home to her, as she is in no physical, or financial shape to take him in, and I've got all I can do to keep her comfortable and happy as much as possible, while I am still looking for employment. She knows the hurdles of the extensive care and attention my father needs, though is still hung up on the idea that she would rather see him happy in a place he knows best, versus a place that'll provide more adequate care by trained professionals in a more modern updated facility.
The house is in dire need of repair and upkeep, as I have been trying to do my best to keep things running enough to get us by. The heating system is antique, broken, and beyond repair as it does very little in supplying hot water for bathing and cleaning. We are currently running an electric heater 24-7 to keep the cold at bay, and often times, will even have to run the oven with the door open just to keep it moderately comfortable despite the house being very drafty. It also doesn't help that there are an overabundance of squirrels, chipmunks, and field mice running rampant throughout the attic, and walls, looking for warmth.
My grandmother's only means of transportation now, is the aid of a family member taking her out once every week to do banking and shopping. The vehicle she owns, a late 90's small pickup, is rotted badly underneath, with blown brake lines, and leaking coolant seals around the motor. The last time it ran was back in July of last year. She's adamant that the truck will pass the Massachusetts state inspection on the account that she is elderly, but I have repeatedly told her many times that the moment they see the truck, it'll be scrapped almost immediately.
At this point in time, it is hard to say where things will go, as we progress through the remaining weeks of Winter, and into Spring. My friend, and I will most likely be visiting Boston in February for Anthro New England, but have agreed that it'll only be for Saturday. Other than that, there's not much else I can offer at this moment.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Dangerous December
Posted 4 years agoBefore I jump into exactly what's going on, let me fill you all in on what has been happening on the home front.
As stated in my previous journal, titled Life Update, I mentioned that my father had been rushed to a hospital a few towns over, due to the near fatal amount of alcohol in his system from his uncontrollable drinking. He has since then been in the care of both the staff, and state since he is listed as a veteran. He is now clean, physically speaking, as all the alcohol is out of his system, and the doctors have kept my father on a steady supply of nicotine patches and medication to curb his cravings.
Then, about a month ago, my grandmother received a call from the hospital, informing her that my father was going to be moved to a more permanent secured facility, where he would be kept under 24-hour care. This of course upset my grandmother greatly, as she didn't want to loose her only son. The faculty told her that due to his severe dementia, and amnesia brought on by years of alcohol abuse, it was practically impossible to care for my father in a private household, especially since my grandmother is reaching her 80 year birthday. Devastated, she broke down in tears.
Or so we thought that was the plan.
Just recently, my grandmother rode up to the hospital to see my father for what she feared would be the last time. When she arrived, it was discovered that he was not only a lot more skinnier, but was in fact severely depressed. This hurt my grandmother to see him in such a condition. After speaking with one of the doctors that had been caring for my father, she learned that due to staffing complications, a permanent bed would not be found for a long time. Then, she was told that if he had a bed at her place, then he'd be able to go home with her.
As you can imagine, this is NOT the news I wanted to hear. My grandmother is now focused on getting a full bed set for him, even though it means it'll be set up in the living room, which is where I currently sleep. I'm now at a near panic, as I know for a fact that as soon as he walks in that door, it's going to be right back to his heavy smoking, drinking, and absent minded antics and wandering.
I don't know what to do at this point, as I am now out of words, and ideas. Since mid September, my house has been quiet, and at peace. But all that will soon change once my father returns back to my grandmother's.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
As stated in my previous journal, titled Life Update, I mentioned that my father had been rushed to a hospital a few towns over, due to the near fatal amount of alcohol in his system from his uncontrollable drinking. He has since then been in the care of both the staff, and state since he is listed as a veteran. He is now clean, physically speaking, as all the alcohol is out of his system, and the doctors have kept my father on a steady supply of nicotine patches and medication to curb his cravings.
Then, about a month ago, my grandmother received a call from the hospital, informing her that my father was going to be moved to a more permanent secured facility, where he would be kept under 24-hour care. This of course upset my grandmother greatly, as she didn't want to loose her only son. The faculty told her that due to his severe dementia, and amnesia brought on by years of alcohol abuse, it was practically impossible to care for my father in a private household, especially since my grandmother is reaching her 80 year birthday. Devastated, she broke down in tears.
Or so we thought that was the plan.
Just recently, my grandmother rode up to the hospital to see my father for what she feared would be the last time. When she arrived, it was discovered that he was not only a lot more skinnier, but was in fact severely depressed. This hurt my grandmother to see him in such a condition. After speaking with one of the doctors that had been caring for my father, she learned that due to staffing complications, a permanent bed would not be found for a long time. Then, she was told that if he had a bed at her place, then he'd be able to go home with her.
As you can imagine, this is NOT the news I wanted to hear. My grandmother is now focused on getting a full bed set for him, even though it means it'll be set up in the living room, which is where I currently sleep. I'm now at a near panic, as I know for a fact that as soon as he walks in that door, it's going to be right back to his heavy smoking, drinking, and absent minded antics and wandering.
I don't know what to do at this point, as I am now out of words, and ideas. Since mid September, my house has been quiet, and at peace. But all that will soon change once my father returns back to my grandmother's.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Life Update
Posted 4 years agoWell, it appears that I am now at the age of 37, which makes me take a step back, and look at how far I've come. I ask myself what accomplishments I have achieved, as I look back at all I have gained, and lost.
I am still currently living with my grandmother, unemployed at the moment, though I am still searching for a local job. As hard as that might be, it's all I can do, since I still do not have a vehicle.
On the subject of family, both my grandmother, and I have learned of my father's state of well being. Back in the middle of September, my father was rushed to the hospital due to mental complications brought on by his alcoholism. While there, it was discovered that his addiction had led to permanent damage to his brain. At the same time, the district court have stepped in to claim proxy over his decisions. He has been in the hospital since then, with barely any news of his well being passed on to my grandmother, even though she is his mother. Today, we both have learned that due to my father's mental regression, the district courts have deemed him unfit for society, and in the coming weeks, will have him transported from the hospital where he is currently being held, to a more permanent residence at a secured nursing facility. This, in turn, has upset my grandmother dearly. Not only will she not see her only son for the coming holidays, she fears that she'll never see him again in the foreseeable future. This has led her into a great state of depression, worse than I have ever seen.
I will admit now that my father and I in the past recent months have not been on good terms, as his behavior in the public's eyes was nothing less then embarrassing, and humiliating. It got under my skin whenever management of an establishment would come up to me, asking to have him removed from the property because he was bothering staff and patrons alike. Deep down, I knew there was nothing that could be done, as he would return a day or so after.
In my father's eyes, he saw the world repeating itself, as if stuck in a point in time around the mid, to late 1990's, when he was at the peak of the greatest moments in life. He believes that everyone he has ever known will get together at a moment's notice, though sadly in reality, they have either moved on, or passed away.
I sit back now, and question my father's future. I know he is now in the hands of the state, and there's no telling when, and where they will have him transported. Then, I look at my grandmother, who is now in a state of shock and depression, and wonder how she will handle not being able to see him on Thanksgiving, or even Christmas, for that matter. I have invited a dear close friend of mine over for Thanksgiving, to make the house not seem as empty, and bring about conversation to hopefully ease my grandmother's worries.
This year's holiday season will be as difficult as the last. Last year, it was due to global complications that prevented families from getting together for the holidays. It was decided then that my grandmother and I couldn't be bothered to even put a tree, as there was no point. However this year, I will personally put up a tree to bring hope and good spirits to my grandmother in hopes that she may see her son at least one more time before being transported away. It's unclear at this point how things will turn out, and as the old saying goes, time will tell.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
I am still currently living with my grandmother, unemployed at the moment, though I am still searching for a local job. As hard as that might be, it's all I can do, since I still do not have a vehicle.
On the subject of family, both my grandmother, and I have learned of my father's state of well being. Back in the middle of September, my father was rushed to the hospital due to mental complications brought on by his alcoholism. While there, it was discovered that his addiction had led to permanent damage to his brain. At the same time, the district court have stepped in to claim proxy over his decisions. He has been in the hospital since then, with barely any news of his well being passed on to my grandmother, even though she is his mother. Today, we both have learned that due to my father's mental regression, the district courts have deemed him unfit for society, and in the coming weeks, will have him transported from the hospital where he is currently being held, to a more permanent residence at a secured nursing facility. This, in turn, has upset my grandmother dearly. Not only will she not see her only son for the coming holidays, she fears that she'll never see him again in the foreseeable future. This has led her into a great state of depression, worse than I have ever seen.
I will admit now that my father and I in the past recent months have not been on good terms, as his behavior in the public's eyes was nothing less then embarrassing, and humiliating. It got under my skin whenever management of an establishment would come up to me, asking to have him removed from the property because he was bothering staff and patrons alike. Deep down, I knew there was nothing that could be done, as he would return a day or so after.
In my father's eyes, he saw the world repeating itself, as if stuck in a point in time around the mid, to late 1990's, when he was at the peak of the greatest moments in life. He believes that everyone he has ever known will get together at a moment's notice, though sadly in reality, they have either moved on, or passed away.
I sit back now, and question my father's future. I know he is now in the hands of the state, and there's no telling when, and where they will have him transported. Then, I look at my grandmother, who is now in a state of shock and depression, and wonder how she will handle not being able to see him on Thanksgiving, or even Christmas, for that matter. I have invited a dear close friend of mine over for Thanksgiving, to make the house not seem as empty, and bring about conversation to hopefully ease my grandmother's worries.
This year's holiday season will be as difficult as the last. Last year, it was due to global complications that prevented families from getting together for the holidays. It was decided then that my grandmother and I couldn't be bothered to even put a tree, as there was no point. However this year, I will personally put up a tree to bring hope and good spirits to my grandmother in hopes that she may see her son at least one more time before being transported away. It's unclear at this point how things will turn out, and as the old saying goes, time will tell.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Second Life in 2021 [RANT]
Posted 4 years agoAs I'm sure you've guessed, yes this is a rant about the online world of Second Life. Now, I'm not here to put anyone specific down, or try to deter traffic away from any sims both old, and new.
As of the making of this journal, my avatar on SL has been around for a good 15 years. Yes, one could say I've been around since the beginning, though that is not true. I've been around long enough to remember the days of the Furnation Sims, when sculptie avatars were starting to become a thing (this is long before mesh avatars were introduced). So yes, I've been on SL for quite some time. I've lost contact with some great people I've met in past years, and hope they're doing well, no matter where in life they may be.
Now my experiences on the platform have varied quite a bit, from a few memorable moments, to where I was near ready to throw my PC out the window. Right now, I am a member of the Sailzane Region, a land dedicated to sergals and the the lore, since my avatar is a large Orange Nova Skadi Sergal. I've been a member of this region for about 4 years. And the people that run the sim are among the greatest to hang out and chat with.
Though every now and then, I like to venture out to other sims to see what is going on. I've found a few new places that seem pretty neat, with a nice, chill inspired atmosphere. And there are some that attract a crowd so large, I swear I can smell my graphics card cooking an omelette. Needless to say, I try not to stick around those areas for too long.
Then, there are the people. I've hung out, and had a chance to chat with a few that had a great personality, as well as some who have the same interests as I do. But there are some that if you even look at them, they refuse to even give you the time of day to say hi. And some of their profiles (yes, I do read them), lead me to ask a few questions. There was in fact one such profile I read, it left me scratching my head.
Profile:
"No, I'm not here to 'yiff', or 'cuddle', or 'hug'. Don't talk to me if we don't know each other. I never met you, you never met me. Let's keep it that way. If you choose to talk, or IM me, you get blocked instantly."
Yeah, not the kind of profile you want to read, especially if you're in a area where meeting new people, and public acts of affection on all levels are encouraged. Yet, I've seen profiles like the one above, and many similar ones like it. And the sad part of it is, the person's avatar is outfitted in such a way, it could easily attract attention at a moment's notice. I sit there, and look at them for a moment, wondering why they stand near the wall for I guess, hours on end? If the wall needed a decoration, I'm quite sure the sim, or land owner would be more happy to hang a painting in the same spot instead.
In any case, SL is somewhat relevant today, as it was 15 years ago when I first started. Granted, I am glad to say it has been quite some time since I've seen a griefer attack (remember those?) on any furry based sim. But the people that now populate the sims have become more closed off, yet they choose to be idle in public settings.
All in all, I'll continue to play SL, so if you want to find me, just look for Dynamite Tyson, and send me an IM.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
As of the making of this journal, my avatar on SL has been around for a good 15 years. Yes, one could say I've been around since the beginning, though that is not true. I've been around long enough to remember the days of the Furnation Sims, when sculptie avatars were starting to become a thing (this is long before mesh avatars were introduced). So yes, I've been on SL for quite some time. I've lost contact with some great people I've met in past years, and hope they're doing well, no matter where in life they may be.
Now my experiences on the platform have varied quite a bit, from a few memorable moments, to where I was near ready to throw my PC out the window. Right now, I am a member of the Sailzane Region, a land dedicated to sergals and the the lore, since my avatar is a large Orange Nova Skadi Sergal. I've been a member of this region for about 4 years. And the people that run the sim are among the greatest to hang out and chat with.
Though every now and then, I like to venture out to other sims to see what is going on. I've found a few new places that seem pretty neat, with a nice, chill inspired atmosphere. And there are some that attract a crowd so large, I swear I can smell my graphics card cooking an omelette. Needless to say, I try not to stick around those areas for too long.
Then, there are the people. I've hung out, and had a chance to chat with a few that had a great personality, as well as some who have the same interests as I do. But there are some that if you even look at them, they refuse to even give you the time of day to say hi. And some of their profiles (yes, I do read them), lead me to ask a few questions. There was in fact one such profile I read, it left me scratching my head.
Profile:
"No, I'm not here to 'yiff', or 'cuddle', or 'hug'. Don't talk to me if we don't know each other. I never met you, you never met me. Let's keep it that way. If you choose to talk, or IM me, you get blocked instantly."
Yeah, not the kind of profile you want to read, especially if you're in a area where meeting new people, and public acts of affection on all levels are encouraged. Yet, I've seen profiles like the one above, and many similar ones like it. And the sad part of it is, the person's avatar is outfitted in such a way, it could easily attract attention at a moment's notice. I sit there, and look at them for a moment, wondering why they stand near the wall for I guess, hours on end? If the wall needed a decoration, I'm quite sure the sim, or land owner would be more happy to hang a painting in the same spot instead.
In any case, SL is somewhat relevant today, as it was 15 years ago when I first started. Granted, I am glad to say it has been quite some time since I've seen a griefer attack (remember those?) on any furry based sim. But the people that now populate the sims have become more closed off, yet they choose to be idle in public settings.
All in all, I'll continue to play SL, so if you want to find me, just look for Dynamite Tyson, and send me an IM.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Flashback to 1995
Posted 4 years agoDate: Around fall and winter of 1995
Location: Norton, MA
Been having a lot of flashbacks lately, back to the Fall/Winter seasons of '95. I was turning 11 around that time, and was in 5th grade at one of the local elementary schools in my town.
At this time, my brother, and I lived with our grandparents in a small summer cottage near the lake, while my youngest sister and our mother were in Florida. It was a bit of a complicated situation from what I can remember, so trying to go into detail on here would be irrational.
I believe that it was at this point in my life, I had begun to experience the many great things the mid 90s had to offer. Although we were nowhere near being rich, my grandparents made sure we were well taken care of. Having cable TV service with 99 channels was one of the greatest feats I had ever seen. There was only the one TV in the living room, and it was mostly tuned to Nickelodeon, which was channel 25, if memory serves correctly. I can recall waking up around 5:30 in the morning just before my grandfather got up for work, and turning on the TV, to see Mr. Wizard (the science show before Bill Nye). And throughout the day, I would enjoy shows like Rugrats, Doug, Ren & Stimpy, Rocko's Modern Life (I think the B-52's did the theme song), AAAHHH! Real Monsters, and many of the variety shows that came on in the evening. Then, when there were days that snow was falling, I would change the channel to Public Access, which I think they were using a DOS based bulletin board at the time. I do remember one snowy morning, my grandmother, and I watched, as a message was being added live on the channel. And what was that message you ask? School Cancellation. And it was a Friday too. That had to have been one of the most happiest days I'd ever experienced.
There was also the toys that my brother, and I shared, from the large box of mixed Legos, to the few of the handheld Tiger Electronics games we played with. And yes, the simple beeping sounds that came out of those little piezo speakers would even drive me and my brother nuts after a while. There was one other toy I do remember getting for my 11th birthday at this time, and that was a Yakbak 2. It was a simple keychain toy that could record low quality audio for up to 10 seconds, and using a adjustment wheel on the side, could play the audio back at different speeds. Of course, me and my brother recorded some rather grotesque sound effects into it, and played them back in either a grocery store, or fast food restaurant, just to see everyone's shocked reaction. My grandmother was none too happy when we did this.
Then the holidays came around, and the large family gatherings between Thanksgiving, and Christmas took place, with just a few weeks of school between the two.
Needless to say, the mid 90s at my grandparents were of an interesting time. Indeed, it was only a small summer cottage near the lake, but it was more than that to me and my brother. It was a place in history where new things were experienced, and imagination soared. The friends we met, and grew up with on the street added to those memories, making them greater.
It is the memories such as these I cherish so much. Though sadly, as I get to the ungodly age of 37, some of these memories I am starting to have trouble recalling, which is why I make a physical log of them. I'm sure a lot of the older furs here on FA know exactly what I am referring to.
So that's about it for now.
Take care all.
Location: Norton, MA
Been having a lot of flashbacks lately, back to the Fall/Winter seasons of '95. I was turning 11 around that time, and was in 5th grade at one of the local elementary schools in my town.
At this time, my brother, and I lived with our grandparents in a small summer cottage near the lake, while my youngest sister and our mother were in Florida. It was a bit of a complicated situation from what I can remember, so trying to go into detail on here would be irrational.
I believe that it was at this point in my life, I had begun to experience the many great things the mid 90s had to offer. Although we were nowhere near being rich, my grandparents made sure we were well taken care of. Having cable TV service with 99 channels was one of the greatest feats I had ever seen. There was only the one TV in the living room, and it was mostly tuned to Nickelodeon, which was channel 25, if memory serves correctly. I can recall waking up around 5:30 in the morning just before my grandfather got up for work, and turning on the TV, to see Mr. Wizard (the science show before Bill Nye). And throughout the day, I would enjoy shows like Rugrats, Doug, Ren & Stimpy, Rocko's Modern Life (I think the B-52's did the theme song), AAAHHH! Real Monsters, and many of the variety shows that came on in the evening. Then, when there were days that snow was falling, I would change the channel to Public Access, which I think they were using a DOS based bulletin board at the time. I do remember one snowy morning, my grandmother, and I watched, as a message was being added live on the channel. And what was that message you ask? School Cancellation. And it was a Friday too. That had to have been one of the most happiest days I'd ever experienced.
There was also the toys that my brother, and I shared, from the large box of mixed Legos, to the few of the handheld Tiger Electronics games we played with. And yes, the simple beeping sounds that came out of those little piezo speakers would even drive me and my brother nuts after a while. There was one other toy I do remember getting for my 11th birthday at this time, and that was a Yakbak 2. It was a simple keychain toy that could record low quality audio for up to 10 seconds, and using a adjustment wheel on the side, could play the audio back at different speeds. Of course, me and my brother recorded some rather grotesque sound effects into it, and played them back in either a grocery store, or fast food restaurant, just to see everyone's shocked reaction. My grandmother was none too happy when we did this.
Then the holidays came around, and the large family gatherings between Thanksgiving, and Christmas took place, with just a few weeks of school between the two.
Needless to say, the mid 90s at my grandparents were of an interesting time. Indeed, it was only a small summer cottage near the lake, but it was more than that to me and my brother. It was a place in history where new things were experienced, and imagination soared. The friends we met, and grew up with on the street added to those memories, making them greater.
It is the memories such as these I cherish so much. Though sadly, as I get to the ungodly age of 37, some of these memories I am starting to have trouble recalling, which is why I make a physical log of them. I'm sure a lot of the older furs here on FA know exactly what I am referring to.
So that's about it for now.
Take care all.
Back to Square One
Posted 4 years agoAs the title suggests, I am right back to where I started.
Over the course of the summer, I had been slowly moving into my brother's house, to escape the torment of my father's habits, and to better my attitude towards those I love and hold close. At the beginning of July I was told that things had been already arranged for me to move in, and that the Housing Authority approved it. However, in the past week, I was met with more oppressing news.
Last Monday, while at my brother's, I was busy cleaning the kitchen. My brother had left for work earlier, and my sister and niece were in upstate New York visiting with relatives, leaving me alone with the house. There was a knock at the door, and upon answering it, I was met with not only a very unhappy HOA agent, but two officers as well. I was hand-given some paperwork to fill out, and was told that if I did not vacate the premises within a week, that I'd be REMOVED BY FORCE, and my brother, sister, niece, and dog would face IMMEDIATE EVICTION. The paperwork was to have background checks and whatnot done, as well as qualify me to be on the apartment lease, though I'm sure at this point that notion is null and void. I had then found out that back in July, news of my moving in had not been submitted to the HOA in July. Instead, my presence was alerted to them via On-Premises security cams, and a few informants that also lived on the property.
This has renewed my hatred for any type of company-owned public housing, as I believe their rules, and ways they are enforced are barbaric, and narcissistic in nature. It is almost as if they rule under a separate nation of their own.
I have been staying at my grandmother's for a few days now, jobless, and quickly running out of funding to keep things afloat. To make matters worse, my father's habits continue to anger, and depress my well being, to the point I've had a few flare-ups with him. He's already had many run ins with local law enforcement, to the point he's earned the nickname "Jailbird Joe". As humorous as it is, it is also a major embarrassment to both my grandmother, and myself.
I am at this point, unsure of what to do, and where to go. I do need to find another job soon, but I first need to renew my ID, as well as obtain my birth certificate, both of which are in the works as I type this. I can only hope that my application is approved to move into my brother's, and that things will hopefully get better in the near future. The Fall season is here, and the last thing I need, is to be left out in the cold weather that will brace all of New England in the coming weeks.
I wish I had better news for you all, but this is where things stand at the present moment.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Over the course of the summer, I had been slowly moving into my brother's house, to escape the torment of my father's habits, and to better my attitude towards those I love and hold close. At the beginning of July I was told that things had been already arranged for me to move in, and that the Housing Authority approved it. However, in the past week, I was met with more oppressing news.
Last Monday, while at my brother's, I was busy cleaning the kitchen. My brother had left for work earlier, and my sister and niece were in upstate New York visiting with relatives, leaving me alone with the house. There was a knock at the door, and upon answering it, I was met with not only a very unhappy HOA agent, but two officers as well. I was hand-given some paperwork to fill out, and was told that if I did not vacate the premises within a week, that I'd be REMOVED BY FORCE, and my brother, sister, niece, and dog would face IMMEDIATE EVICTION. The paperwork was to have background checks and whatnot done, as well as qualify me to be on the apartment lease, though I'm sure at this point that notion is null and void. I had then found out that back in July, news of my moving in had not been submitted to the HOA in July. Instead, my presence was alerted to them via On-Premises security cams, and a few informants that also lived on the property.
This has renewed my hatred for any type of company-owned public housing, as I believe their rules, and ways they are enforced are barbaric, and narcissistic in nature. It is almost as if they rule under a separate nation of their own.
I have been staying at my grandmother's for a few days now, jobless, and quickly running out of funding to keep things afloat. To make matters worse, my father's habits continue to anger, and depress my well being, to the point I've had a few flare-ups with him. He's already had many run ins with local law enforcement, to the point he's earned the nickname "Jailbird Joe". As humorous as it is, it is also a major embarrassment to both my grandmother, and myself.
I am at this point, unsure of what to do, and where to go. I do need to find another job soon, but I first need to renew my ID, as well as obtain my birth certificate, both of which are in the works as I type this. I can only hope that my application is approved to move into my brother's, and that things will hopefully get better in the near future. The Fall season is here, and the last thing I need, is to be left out in the cold weather that will brace all of New England in the coming weeks.
I wish I had better news for you all, but this is where things stand at the present moment.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Summer of Sorrows
Posted 4 years agoWhere do I begin?
Firstly, just a few days ago, my grandmother on my mother's side of the family (not the one I live with now) passed away peacefully in her sleep. She was well close to reaching 100, and it was expected given all the health complications that she had endured through the final years of her life. I do feel sad that she is gone. But at the same time, I'm glad to see she lived a good life, surrounded by the ones that loved her dearly, and will be missed.
Second, the issue with my current household has not improved. In fact, it seems to have worsened over time. My father continues to get kicked out of his house multiple times due to his absent minded behavior, and his addiction to alcohol has also risen. To make matters worse, the person he lives with used to be his fiancé. However, his mindless actions have caused her bipolar disorder to flare up, thus making just the sight of my father a negative trigger. This has resulted in him repeatedly getting yelled at, and kicked out of his house, with her actions aided by my town's local authorities, who have made it quite clear that they are done dealing with the both of them, and no longer want anything to do with the situation. Afterwards, a phone call is usually made between my grandmother, and his fiancée, and starts off the the obligatory shouting of lewd 4-letter words, and abruptly ends with the constant complaints of my father. My father is longer in mental control of his actions, and things such as soiling himself in public, to beating his hand on tables and chairs while mindlessly staring off into space have become a common sight. My grandmother wishes to help him, but at the same time, doesn't want to see him admitted to a rehab institution again. She wishes to take him in, but I currently live with her and have made my views on the matter quite clear. We have no room, nor the finances to support three people under the same roof. So at the moment, my father wanders between both houses, lost in a cloud of pain, misery and depression, since he lives within close proximity.
Third is the issue with my grandmother's truck. It is a 1999 Dodge Dakota Sport 2WD base model (No power options, No AC) with the 3.9 Liter Magnum V6. The problem is the service to the vehicle has been neglected for so long, that it is costing both my grandmother and I more to repair, and replace parts that are constantly breaking down. Living in the New England area has rusted out most the of the frame to the point the fuel tank has to be held in with chains, since the mounting straps have rusted away. The motor is eating coolant due to leaking freeze plugs, and a bad tensioner keeps causing the serpentine belt to jump off the pulleys, and get caught in the fan. And just recently, one of the front brake lines blew out, causing the truck to loose just about all braking power. I can repair a lot of this myself, but it is challenging due to my rheumatoid arthritis, thus is why I enlist the aid of a good friend of mine who has helped me with many vehicles in the past. However, whenever someone comes over to help me with my grandmother's truck, my father has to come over, and start in with the begging, and pestering for money, and cigarettes to the point they leave, leaving me stranded. The truck has sat in the driveway now for the entire past weekend, due to this reason alone. At this point, I'd be much happier to see the truck hauled off to the scrap yard.
There is a little bit of good news.
For a short time in August, I'll be taking a good week, and a half vacation from the issues at hand, and will be heading to Florida on a road trip with a friend of mine to Megaplex. This convention will be just what I need to relax, unwind, and regain contact with those in the fandom that I have missed, as well as make new friends, and enjoy the many memories to come. I have been looking forward to this convention now for the longest time, and am grateful to have planned it well with a good friend of mine. It'll definitely be the vacation I need to recharge myself, and get back into enjoying what the fandom has to offer.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Firstly, just a few days ago, my grandmother on my mother's side of the family (not the one I live with now) passed away peacefully in her sleep. She was well close to reaching 100, and it was expected given all the health complications that she had endured through the final years of her life. I do feel sad that she is gone. But at the same time, I'm glad to see she lived a good life, surrounded by the ones that loved her dearly, and will be missed.
Second, the issue with my current household has not improved. In fact, it seems to have worsened over time. My father continues to get kicked out of his house multiple times due to his absent minded behavior, and his addiction to alcohol has also risen. To make matters worse, the person he lives with used to be his fiancé. However, his mindless actions have caused her bipolar disorder to flare up, thus making just the sight of my father a negative trigger. This has resulted in him repeatedly getting yelled at, and kicked out of his house, with her actions aided by my town's local authorities, who have made it quite clear that they are done dealing with the both of them, and no longer want anything to do with the situation. Afterwards, a phone call is usually made between my grandmother, and his fiancée, and starts off the the obligatory shouting of lewd 4-letter words, and abruptly ends with the constant complaints of my father. My father is longer in mental control of his actions, and things such as soiling himself in public, to beating his hand on tables and chairs while mindlessly staring off into space have become a common sight. My grandmother wishes to help him, but at the same time, doesn't want to see him admitted to a rehab institution again. She wishes to take him in, but I currently live with her and have made my views on the matter quite clear. We have no room, nor the finances to support three people under the same roof. So at the moment, my father wanders between both houses, lost in a cloud of pain, misery and depression, since he lives within close proximity.
Third is the issue with my grandmother's truck. It is a 1999 Dodge Dakota Sport 2WD base model (No power options, No AC) with the 3.9 Liter Magnum V6. The problem is the service to the vehicle has been neglected for so long, that it is costing both my grandmother and I more to repair, and replace parts that are constantly breaking down. Living in the New England area has rusted out most the of the frame to the point the fuel tank has to be held in with chains, since the mounting straps have rusted away. The motor is eating coolant due to leaking freeze plugs, and a bad tensioner keeps causing the serpentine belt to jump off the pulleys, and get caught in the fan. And just recently, one of the front brake lines blew out, causing the truck to loose just about all braking power. I can repair a lot of this myself, but it is challenging due to my rheumatoid arthritis, thus is why I enlist the aid of a good friend of mine who has helped me with many vehicles in the past. However, whenever someone comes over to help me with my grandmother's truck, my father has to come over, and start in with the begging, and pestering for money, and cigarettes to the point they leave, leaving me stranded. The truck has sat in the driveway now for the entire past weekend, due to this reason alone. At this point, I'd be much happier to see the truck hauled off to the scrap yard.
There is a little bit of good news.
For a short time in August, I'll be taking a good week, and a half vacation from the issues at hand, and will be heading to Florida on a road trip with a friend of mine to Megaplex. This convention will be just what I need to relax, unwind, and regain contact with those in the fandom that I have missed, as well as make new friends, and enjoy the many memories to come. I have been looking forward to this convention now for the longest time, and am grateful to have planned it well with a good friend of mine. It'll definitely be the vacation I need to recharge myself, and get back into enjoying what the fandom has to offer.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
A Lost Cause
Posted 4 years agoAbout a month ago, my father was admitted to a rehab center, ordered by the courts under Section 35.
Yesterday, he was released from the facility at which he was supposedly receiving treatment. My grandmother, along with her late sister's daughter at the wheel, drove down to pick him up. But when he got in the car, he began demanding his cigarettes, and beer. Both my grandmother, and her niece would tell him no multiple times. In return, he would repeatedly bang his hand on the door, complaining about being bored, and not knowing what to do with himself.
Shortly after being dropped off at his residence, he proceeded to trespass into other folks yards, and knock on their house windows in an attempt to talk to them, as well as bum money for his addictions. This, in turn, got the attention of the local authorities, who came down and gave my father a stern warning.
As far as I am concerned, there is no help for my father. Not even a Section 35 Court Order did much of anything, other than make him that more agitated, as all he did in the facility, was bum, and beg for what ever he could get his hands on. It is only a matter of time before he is once again arrested, and recirculated through the system with little, to no results. And if that doesn't stop him, his love for alcoholic overconsumption will be his demise. Being at the age of 60, and already having a pacemaker in his chest after 5 mild heart attacks I'm sure doesn't help the situation.
I know most of you don't like seeing these type of journals, and I do assure you there'll be more better ones coming soon. But if I don't say something, no one's going to know what is going on. I am trying my best to not fall into a state of severe depression due to my father's shortcomings, as well as seeing my grandmother suffer because of them. There is only so much I can do, and I feel I've already exhausted all options at this point.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Yesterday, he was released from the facility at which he was supposedly receiving treatment. My grandmother, along with her late sister's daughter at the wheel, drove down to pick him up. But when he got in the car, he began demanding his cigarettes, and beer. Both my grandmother, and her niece would tell him no multiple times. In return, he would repeatedly bang his hand on the door, complaining about being bored, and not knowing what to do with himself.
Shortly after being dropped off at his residence, he proceeded to trespass into other folks yards, and knock on their house windows in an attempt to talk to them, as well as bum money for his addictions. This, in turn, got the attention of the local authorities, who came down and gave my father a stern warning.
As far as I am concerned, there is no help for my father. Not even a Section 35 Court Order did much of anything, other than make him that more agitated, as all he did in the facility, was bum, and beg for what ever he could get his hands on. It is only a matter of time before he is once again arrested, and recirculated through the system with little, to no results. And if that doesn't stop him, his love for alcoholic overconsumption will be his demise. Being at the age of 60, and already having a pacemaker in his chest after 5 mild heart attacks I'm sure doesn't help the situation.
I know most of you don't like seeing these type of journals, and I do assure you there'll be more better ones coming soon. But if I don't say something, no one's going to know what is going on. I am trying my best to not fall into a state of severe depression due to my father's shortcomings, as well as seeing my grandmother suffer because of them. There is only so much I can do, and I feel I've already exhausted all options at this point.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Quick Update, Goal In Sight
Posted 4 years agoMay 4, 2021
Just wanted to give everyone here a quick update, seeing as how I haven't said much in a while.
First, my father. I am glad to see that they are in fact holding him in a care facility out in Plymouth, MA. However, that doesn't stop him from calling the house once a day, begging and pleading with my grandmother to bring him home, as he says the place "is driving him crazy". Good, now he knows how both my grandmother and I felt with his constant begging. From what I've been gathering, he's been going around, trying to bum what ever he can from everyone within the facility. Unfortunately, being in a substance abuse care center, there's no tobacco, nor alcohol to be found. Thus is why my father is crawling up the walls, going mad.
In other news, my grandmother received her vaccination shots a while ago, as I've received the first of two Pfizer shots. The second one is scheduled two weeks from now. This has given me hope that things are in fact starting to turn around for the better, and can only hope things will continue to do so. I have noticed that a lot of places, and businesses are starting to allow for more movement, and capacity.
Finally, I was able to do something I have not done in well over a year. And that is register for a convention. That's right, I have registered as Super Sponsor for Megaplex in August, taking place in Orlando, FL. This has given me that spark of excitement and anticipation that I have not felt in the longest time. The feeling of new, and exciting things to come. I will have been fully vaccinated by then, as will everyone else, so I do not see an issue. I have already seen the snark comments from a few on social media sites, protesting the con's decision to continue. To them, all I can say is, just stay home. As for everyone else who is going, I look forward to seeing you all there, as it has been a long time coming that cons make a comeback. Yes, there are safety measures in place, such as mask requirements. But as we get closer to August, and the numbers continue to improve, we may see these restrictions lifted before the con.
I see great things coming down the line as we approach Summer. Upon Fall's arrival, I am hoping that we all can look back on this pandemic, as life returns back to the way we enjoyed it, before the pandemic was even first mentioned.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Just wanted to give everyone here a quick update, seeing as how I haven't said much in a while.
First, my father. I am glad to see that they are in fact holding him in a care facility out in Plymouth, MA. However, that doesn't stop him from calling the house once a day, begging and pleading with my grandmother to bring him home, as he says the place "is driving him crazy". Good, now he knows how both my grandmother and I felt with his constant begging. From what I've been gathering, he's been going around, trying to bum what ever he can from everyone within the facility. Unfortunately, being in a substance abuse care center, there's no tobacco, nor alcohol to be found. Thus is why my father is crawling up the walls, going mad.
In other news, my grandmother received her vaccination shots a while ago, as I've received the first of two Pfizer shots. The second one is scheduled two weeks from now. This has given me hope that things are in fact starting to turn around for the better, and can only hope things will continue to do so. I have noticed that a lot of places, and businesses are starting to allow for more movement, and capacity.
Finally, I was able to do something I have not done in well over a year. And that is register for a convention. That's right, I have registered as Super Sponsor for Megaplex in August, taking place in Orlando, FL. This has given me that spark of excitement and anticipation that I have not felt in the longest time. The feeling of new, and exciting things to come. I will have been fully vaccinated by then, as will everyone else, so I do not see an issue. I have already seen the snark comments from a few on social media sites, protesting the con's decision to continue. To them, all I can say is, just stay home. As for everyone else who is going, I look forward to seeing you all there, as it has been a long time coming that cons make a comeback. Yes, there are safety measures in place, such as mask requirements. But as we get closer to August, and the numbers continue to improve, we may see these restrictions lifted before the con.
I see great things coming down the line as we approach Summer. Upon Fall's arrival, I am hoping that we all can look back on this pandemic, as life returns back to the way we enjoyed it, before the pandemic was even first mentioned.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
The System Has Failed
Posted 4 years ago"Section 35 is a Massachusetts law that allows a qualified person to request a court order requiring someone to be civilly committed and treated involuntarily for an alcohol or substance use disorder."
~Massachusetts State
On the evening of Monday, April 19th, my father was picked up by local law enforcement for disorderly conduct, which involved him panhandling almost everyone on his street for cigarettes, and beer.
He was held overnight, before being transferred to county court Tuesday afternoon, where my grandmother drove up to not only see him, but as well as to turn in a signed, and dated Section 35 form to the court clerk. While she was there, I remained at home to care for the property, as well as to screen and accept incoming calls. At around 2 PM, I received a call from the court judge. Questions were answered on behalf of my father's physical, and mental well being, and a course of action had been set. The verdict was given, that my father was to go into a mental rehabilitation center for treatment, and detoxification for a period of 30 days.
However, that evening around 9 PM, my grandmother receives a call from the center, saying my father as walked off the premises. A half hour later, he returned looking for directions to, of course, the nearest liquor store, before leaving the property once more.
Nothing was heard back from him, until 5:30 AM this morning (Wednesday, April 21st) when my grandmother received a phone call from the hospital. It was my father calling for a ride home. Unsure of what to do, I made a few phone calls to some local law enforcement agencies, and to my dismay, learned the hard fact that the moment my father stepped foot into the treatment center, he had every legal right to refuse and decline any services assigned. It is both our beliefs that as of now, he is currently on foot, heading back home.
The system has failed my father in insuring the proper mental treatment, as well as detoxification that the court has ordered. It's only a matter of time now before he is arrested, and summoned to court to repeat the process all over again, only to be given the option to turn back to his habits, perhaps much worse than before.
I am unsure of what to do at this point, as it seems everything both I, and my grandmother do to help him just falls back into an endless loop of failure.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
[EDIT]
Quick Update!
My father has been re-admitted to another more secure facility, where he will be looked after for the next 30 days. However, knowing he was going to be arrested at his house again, he drank as much in a short amount of time as possible, resulting in him becoming ill. And almost, from what I was informed, got into a fight with law enforcement.
~Massachusetts State
On the evening of Monday, April 19th, my father was picked up by local law enforcement for disorderly conduct, which involved him panhandling almost everyone on his street for cigarettes, and beer.
He was held overnight, before being transferred to county court Tuesday afternoon, where my grandmother drove up to not only see him, but as well as to turn in a signed, and dated Section 35 form to the court clerk. While she was there, I remained at home to care for the property, as well as to screen and accept incoming calls. At around 2 PM, I received a call from the court judge. Questions were answered on behalf of my father's physical, and mental well being, and a course of action had been set. The verdict was given, that my father was to go into a mental rehabilitation center for treatment, and detoxification for a period of 30 days.
However, that evening around 9 PM, my grandmother receives a call from the center, saying my father as walked off the premises. A half hour later, he returned looking for directions to, of course, the nearest liquor store, before leaving the property once more.
Nothing was heard back from him, until 5:30 AM this morning (Wednesday, April 21st) when my grandmother received a phone call from the hospital. It was my father calling for a ride home. Unsure of what to do, I made a few phone calls to some local law enforcement agencies, and to my dismay, learned the hard fact that the moment my father stepped foot into the treatment center, he had every legal right to refuse and decline any services assigned. It is both our beliefs that as of now, he is currently on foot, heading back home.
The system has failed my father in insuring the proper mental treatment, as well as detoxification that the court has ordered. It's only a matter of time now before he is arrested, and summoned to court to repeat the process all over again, only to be given the option to turn back to his habits, perhaps much worse than before.
I am unsure of what to do at this point, as it seems everything both I, and my grandmother do to help him just falls back into an endless loop of failure.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
[EDIT]
Quick Update!
My father has been re-admitted to another more secure facility, where he will be looked after for the next 30 days. However, knowing he was going to be arrested at his house again, he drank as much in a short amount of time as possible, resulting in him becoming ill. And almost, from what I was informed, got into a fight with law enforcement.
OC Meme
Posted 4 years agoStolen from 
~baddog~
This seems pretty fun to do. And with all that's been going on in my life, I could use a smile.
RULES :
1. Pick one of your OCs.
2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were your OC.
3. Tag someone to do this meme.
4. Tell them they have been tagged in the journal.
Chosen OC: Dynamite
1. What is your name?
Dynamite
2. Do you know why you were named that?
In the past, I used to think I could fix anything at a very young age. That was before I learned I needed to disconnect any live power sources, and safely discharge all capacitive devices before working on any type of electrical equipment. Needless to say, there were a few good booms, bangs, and fireworks.
3. Single or taken?
Single as a Pringle.
4. Have any abilities or powers?
Unless you count the fact that I know how to imitate inappropriate bodily noises, and be able to blame it on the next person, then no.
5. Are you a Mary Sue?
Mary who?
6. What's your eye color?
Mostly an off-yellowish.
7. How about hair color?
Blue.
8. Have you any family members?
Not really.
9. How about pets?
Nope.
10. Tell me something you don't like.
Stuck up people that believe that just because they have money and a overly hyped social status, they can get away with anything.
11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?
I like to work on computers, and electronics of all types. Helped a friend of mine set up a Raspberry Pi 4 8 GB connected to a projector to create a small theater in his workshop, complete with Bluetooth audio going to a cheap car radio.
12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?
I'd be lying if I said no. I'm not proud to admit it, but I may have brushed people off in the past that were very close to me, and it hurt to see their reaction after.
13. Ever killed anyone before?
Not yet.
14. What kind of animal are you?
Wolf fox hybrid.
15. Name your worst habits.
Talking to myself at times, getting into an argument with myself at times, yawning loudly, losing my temper at the smallest inconveniences.
16. Do you look up to anyone at all?
There were a few I looked up to in the past. Then just decided to go my own route.
17. Are you gay, straight, or bisexual?
Mostly gay, though not afraid to explore.
18. Do you go to school?
Nope.
19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?
AWW HELL NAW!!!.
20. Do you have fangirls/fanboys?
Thankfully no.
21. What are you most afraid of?
Afraid of becoming a mundane, regular soul that just wastes life watching nothing but news and TV game shows.
22. What do you usually wear?
Dark colored hoodie, and shorts.
23. What's one food that tempts you?
Sushi . Give me a rainbow, crunchy Miso, or Dragon Roll any day.
24. Am I annoying you?
Do you want me to cut your tail off, and jam it down your throat?
25. Well, it's still not over!
*grabs the shears*
26. What class are you (low class, middle class, high class)?
Low class. I'm not one for the cushy, posh "fancy dress, roll up to the dinner party at a 5-Star restaurant in a Bentley" lifestyle.
27. How many friends do you have?
Got a few. One of them being from my high school days.
28. What are your thoughts on pie?
If it's pumpkin, or apple, then gimme!
30. Favorite drink?
Alcoholic (only consumed in moderation at big events with friends) Fireball, Mike's Lemonade, and Smirnoff.
Non-alcoholic: Pepsi, or Dr. Pepper
31. What's your favorite place?
Any place where I can hang out with good company, and just be myself.
32. Are you interested in anyone?
At the present moment, that'd be a no.
33. That was a stupid question.
Well, why'd the hell did you ask it?!
34. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?
Ocean. I live across the street from a lake, and to me, it just looks like a giant puddle. Plus, it's full of snapping turtles, and leeches, and garbage so it's not really fun to swim in.
35. What's your type?
Others that are my age, or a bit younger, all out, not afraid to live life on the edge, and try new things.
36. Any fetishes?
There's a few, but I'm not at liberty to say.
37. Top or Bottom during sex (Dominant or Submissive if female)?
Flip a quarter.
38. Camping or indoors?
Anything that has a power outlet, and good cellular reception I'm happy with.
39. What did you think of this questionnaire?
No complaints here. Well... maybe a few.
40. Tag someone to take this meme.
Well, I'd much let someone at random choose to do this meme, and let me know they've done it.
~baddog~This seems pretty fun to do. And with all that's been going on in my life, I could use a smile.
RULES :
1. Pick one of your OCs.
2. Fill in the questions/statements as if you were your OC.
3. Tag someone to do this meme.
4. Tell them they have been tagged in the journal.
Chosen OC: Dynamite
1. What is your name?
Dynamite
2. Do you know why you were named that?
In the past, I used to think I could fix anything at a very young age. That was before I learned I needed to disconnect any live power sources, and safely discharge all capacitive devices before working on any type of electrical equipment. Needless to say, there were a few good booms, bangs, and fireworks.
3. Single or taken?
Single as a Pringle.
4. Have any abilities or powers?
Unless you count the fact that I know how to imitate inappropriate bodily noises, and be able to blame it on the next person, then no.
5. Are you a Mary Sue?
Mary who?
6. What's your eye color?
Mostly an off-yellowish.
7. How about hair color?
Blue.
8. Have you any family members?
Not really.
9. How about pets?
Nope.
10. Tell me something you don't like.
Stuck up people that believe that just because they have money and a overly hyped social status, they can get away with anything.
11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?
I like to work on computers, and electronics of all types. Helped a friend of mine set up a Raspberry Pi 4 8 GB connected to a projector to create a small theater in his workshop, complete with Bluetooth audio going to a cheap car radio.
12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?
I'd be lying if I said no. I'm not proud to admit it, but I may have brushed people off in the past that were very close to me, and it hurt to see their reaction after.
13. Ever killed anyone before?
Not yet.
14. What kind of animal are you?
Wolf fox hybrid.
15. Name your worst habits.
Talking to myself at times, getting into an argument with myself at times, yawning loudly, losing my temper at the smallest inconveniences.
16. Do you look up to anyone at all?
There were a few I looked up to in the past. Then just decided to go my own route.
17. Are you gay, straight, or bisexual?
Mostly gay, though not afraid to explore.
18. Do you go to school?
Nope.
19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?
AWW HELL NAW!!!.
20. Do you have fangirls/fanboys?
Thankfully no.
21. What are you most afraid of?
Afraid of becoming a mundane, regular soul that just wastes life watching nothing but news and TV game shows.
22. What do you usually wear?
Dark colored hoodie, and shorts.
23. What's one food that tempts you?
Sushi . Give me a rainbow, crunchy Miso, or Dragon Roll any day.
24. Am I annoying you?
Do you want me to cut your tail off, and jam it down your throat?
25. Well, it's still not over!
*grabs the shears*
26. What class are you (low class, middle class, high class)?
Low class. I'm not one for the cushy, posh "fancy dress, roll up to the dinner party at a 5-Star restaurant in a Bentley" lifestyle.
27. How many friends do you have?
Got a few. One of them being from my high school days.
28. What are your thoughts on pie?
If it's pumpkin, or apple, then gimme!
30. Favorite drink?
Alcoholic (only consumed in moderation at big events with friends) Fireball, Mike's Lemonade, and Smirnoff.
Non-alcoholic: Pepsi, or Dr. Pepper
31. What's your favorite place?
Any place where I can hang out with good company, and just be myself.
32. Are you interested in anyone?
At the present moment, that'd be a no.
33. That was a stupid question.
Well, why'd the hell did you ask it?!
34. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?
Ocean. I live across the street from a lake, and to me, it just looks like a giant puddle. Plus, it's full of snapping turtles, and leeches, and garbage so it's not really fun to swim in.
35. What's your type?
Others that are my age, or a bit younger, all out, not afraid to live life on the edge, and try new things.
36. Any fetishes?
There's a few, but I'm not at liberty to say.
37. Top or Bottom during sex (Dominant or Submissive if female)?
Flip a quarter.
38. Camping or indoors?
Anything that has a power outlet, and good cellular reception I'm happy with.
39. What did you think of this questionnaire?
No complaints here. Well... maybe a few.
40. Tag someone to take this meme.
Well, I'd much let someone at random choose to do this meme, and let me know they've done it.
