11-21-2015, 08:46 PM
just checking in to reassure you I am not dead or pouting or whatever the fuck Cynical Ninja calls it when he goes missing. I just went into an insanely busy period that isn't done yet and won't be for a while.
Short version: after a lengthy separation, GF and I are on-again and somewhat stronger. Took a certain amount of self reflection regarding relative stubbornness and the reluctant willingness to maybe break a destructive cycle fifty years old. So this month has been reconciling and moving...again. While my Skyrim wife was infinitely easier to argue with and much more docile, she didn't smell as nice and her cooking sucked. Didn't fill me up at all.
In the midst of all this, Pop called with the news he's been diagnosed with what now appears to be late stage lymphoma. Since Pop lives in squalor with a couple of rat dogs in a travel trailer with no toilet or shower etc and lives in mortal paranoid fear of anyone trying to "put him in an old folks home," this presents something of a problem. Pop's a bastard, and dying only makes him a dying bastard. But I owe him something for my existence and even shorter version is that I have to make a trip cross country to A) convince my father to die in comfort with my older sister rather than in a pile of dog feces and his own vomit, B) sort out his medical situation because he has gone damn near senile, C) liquidate his squalid trailer/truck/belongings and find homes for the ratdogs, and D) say goodbye to the old bastard. All in the space of about a week.
This will take all my considerable jedi powers. And is the reason I have been preoccupied and absent. On the plus side, I will finally be able to write some shit down that was just waiting for the old fucker to die. Statutes of limitations and all that.
Anyway, I'll be back around when shit slows down a little. Move was more or less completed today, trip is imminent and death probably not far behind. I expect there will be stories.
Short version: after a lengthy separation, GF and I are on-again and somewhat stronger. Took a certain amount of self reflection regarding relative stubbornness and the reluctant willingness to maybe break a destructive cycle fifty years old. So this month has been reconciling and moving...again. While my Skyrim wife was infinitely easier to argue with and much more docile, she didn't smell as nice and her cooking sucked. Didn't fill me up at all.
In the midst of all this, Pop called with the news he's been diagnosed with what now appears to be late stage lymphoma. Since Pop lives in squalor with a couple of rat dogs in a travel trailer with no toilet or shower etc and lives in mortal paranoid fear of anyone trying to "put him in an old folks home," this presents something of a problem. Pop's a bastard, and dying only makes him a dying bastard. But I owe him something for my existence and even shorter version is that I have to make a trip cross country to A) convince my father to die in comfort with my older sister rather than in a pile of dog feces and his own vomit, B) sort out his medical situation because he has gone damn near senile, C) liquidate his squalid trailer/truck/belongings and find homes for the ratdogs, and D) say goodbye to the old bastard. All in the space of about a week.
This will take all my considerable jedi powers. And is the reason I have been preoccupied and absent. On the plus side, I will finally be able to write some shit down that was just waiting for the old fucker to die. Statutes of limitations and all that.
Anyway, I'll be back around when shit slows down a little. Move was more or less completed today, trip is imminent and death probably not far behind. I expect there will be stories.
Thank god I am oblivious to the opinions of others while caught in the blinding splendor of my own cleverness.