I was going to go with my friend Will to the comic convention in Charlotte but a combination of things led to that getting fucked. 

As I have stated in previous posts, I have been on unemployment for the last month due to a break at work. This pisses me off for a number of reasons, the biggest being that my main source of income has been cut off. All those right-wing assholes on TV that say that people who draw unemployment are lazy bum that leach off the system are assholes and they are wrong. You barely scrape by on it. Thank God that I had this month’s rent taken care of before they sent me on break. Hopefully I will be full time next year and I will only have to be out of work for 2 weeks, and I will get more pay. 

Second is that Saturday is the only day for the rest of the year probably that I can get my surgery done at the free clinic in Wilkesboro. Dr. Chung will be there with his equipment. He is only there maybe 6 times a year. Even then he does not always bring his surgical equipment. 

One of these days I am going to tunnel out of this ocean of shit I’m in. 

On a lighter note, the PS3 I found is not functioning but the man at the store said that it can be repaired. It will be about a month before I do that. I thought Hunter would be bummed to hear that but she was cool with it. One of her brother’s friends said he would sell her his PS3 and its games. I think he is getting the PS4. I hope he give her a good deal on them. If not, she has mine as a back up plan. I am always a good bronze medal. 

Peace.

I was on my way out of my apartment today, I notice that some one had set out a bed frame next to the dumpster. I knew better to leave it there because someone else would get it. 

As I approached the dumpster, I noticed a lot of stuff had been thrown in. Not trash, but treasure! The first thing I pulled out was a PS3! It had no power cable or controllers, but it looks like it is good condition and still functional. Normally, I would see something like that thrown out it must be because it was broken. But the other stuff I found belied that because there was more to be found. 

I surmised that one of my neighbors moved out but must of also broken up with her boyfriend and threw out his stuff!

I found:

a PS3

a set of poker chips and cards

a mountain of DVDs

a few CDs

a basket

a stack of books

a surge protector

a calculator still in its packaging

an Ipod

and a flick knife!

Living in a college town, you have lots of people who would rather throw away or destroy their belongs they don’t feel like taking back home with them than see them in the hands of poor people. But, as I said before, I believe the motivation was spite than anything material. 

I called Hunter and told her about it and that the PS3 was her’s if she wanted it. She tried to control her enthusiasm because she was at work, but she was ecstatic. The cost of the power cord, controllers and any needed repairs would definitely be cheaper than buying a new one. Now she can finally play “Journey”!

This past weekend was awesome. 

Hunter came up and we hung out for most of it. I gave her her belated birthday presents and she seemed to like them. I took her and Yvonne to dinner and after that I took her to see the “Evil Dead” remake. But, before we went to see that we watched all three films from the original trilogy. 

We had coffee with Scape and had a good time. 

The only thing that put a damper on things was I got sort of cash and had to borrow some from Hunter. She forbid me from paying her back and seemed to get mad at me. My sense of honor compels me to, though. 

The worst thing about it was the idea that I made her mad. There is nothing that terrifies me more than the idea of losing her friendship. That is the kind of thing that wakes me up in the middle of the night. 

I will do something nice for her to pay her back. She will see. 

Oh, and I know you will read this Hunter. Love you! ;)

My friend Hunter is coming to visit this weekend and is staying with me. 

I know that she will read this, but I don’t care. That girl is best treatment for manic depression on the planet! AAAAAAHHAHAHAHAH!

So as you can gather, I do not have my own internet connection yet, but I am going to try and work on it next week. 

So any way, me and Will went to Mad Monster Party 2013. I got a whole boat load of autographs. I posted pictures of it in a previous post. I was awesome. I spent a ton of money too, but it was worth it. Afterward we visited his brother and our buddy Cory. In all, it was a very fun excursion. I am planning to go to the comic convention in Charlotte as well.

It has been two weeks since my forced move from my old apartment due to the flood and I have yet to get my internet connection restored. I plan to get the ball rolling on that tomorrow. 

Where to begin. The first weekend was two days straight of moving then I went work started on Monday, then not a lot got done. Then last weekend, Hunter came for a visit and stayed the weekend with me! You have no idea what it does for me to see her and be able to hug her! Its an instant cure for depression. I took her out to dinner, bought her some gifts to make up for how lackluster Christmas turned out and she introduced me to her friends who were all super cool. Since I am terrible at making first impressions, I gave them all some comics, and I gave Scape a couple of books. They seemed to really enjoy them. Its too bad some of the stuff I was going to hand out got ruined in the flood. I have made the decision to stay in my new apartment. As much as I love the nostalgia of living in Hunter’s old building because of the fond memories there, she put it best when she said we can create new memories in the new place. And she is right. Besides, it is just as close to work and it is bigger too. 

On to the bad news. I have a new nemesis at work. An aging old shithead named Sheila. She is the kind of old lady that likes to gossip, lie and talk shit about people and then pretend that she is a good little Baptist woman. It is your behavior that makes you a good person not your beliefs. Her bullshit always gets back to me either through supervisors, sympathetic coworkers or I over hear her, like I did one morning. I got back to me that she said I was afraid of her. The fuck? I called her out on it. I was preforming my usual duties and had to walk past her. I said, “I hope I can do this… YOU’RE SO SCARY!” She flew mad and ran to the supervisor and threatened to go to the Equity Office over it. I reminded her that she is the one talking shit and trying to make other employees scared of her, and that is creating the hostile work environment that HR hates. She back down. The gossip continues, but she knows not to mess you me. So fuck ‘er. 

It is FLOODING is the MOUNTAINS! the creek near my apartment block broke it’s banks and carried off one can and our trash dumpster!

I decided to move my car before anything bad could happen to it, I got it to the Food Lion parking lot with some luck and a little determination. Then I had to walk back. The water was waist deep and cold as hell. My phone got ruined in the process and I had to rely on my friends online to call my mom so she would not worry about me.

I am not afraid to admit that I was scared as hell for a while. Water crept in under the door and got the kitchen floor wet, the back is still dry and water is coming up my bathtub drain. It looks like the worst is over, The water looks like it is starting to recede and hopefully be at a safer level by the morning. I am going to have a fucking adventure getting to work tomorrow. Class will most likely be canceled but I still will expected to be there and I need the damn money. 

The only thing that worries me now is my car. It was giving me a battery warning flash on the way out to safety. And, when I open the door to get in the floor board got quite a bit of water in it. I think it should be fine and I can vacuum the water out. It has probably ruined some things like Scape’s comic I have yet to give him, but that can be replaced. 

I felt the angry hand of God tonight. I saw the scariest side of Mother Nature. I admit, I was scared. But now, I am glad that the damage was so light and that normality will come with the dawn.

I can’t wait til I get my place on the hill. No roommate, no floods, just peace and quiet.

Radio Blue Heart, still alive, still broadcasting…

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maikonkon:

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To everyone who posted a response to ranting. I would reply to each of you, but since my computers are dead (currently on mah phone) and tumblr fucked over the missing e thing I can’t figure it out. 8C

The thing is, is that I feel like I have to knit it for her. She (and my uncle) bought my…

We all care. ;) Feel free to rant all you want. We will always make time for you, sweetheart.

Having made a lot of friends that are gay or lesbian or bi has changed a lot of the ways I think about the world. I start to notice things that I never really though about before. Mostly how shitty some people can be.

As you might expect, you run into a great number of anti-social people if you hang around a comic book shop. Some of the guys who come there were in or still are in some branch of the military. One in particular, for almost no reason, starts going on about gays being allowed in the military. Starts saying shit about how the army is going to go down hill and how they will have to salute each other like they do in the British army. He laughed about it really loud and everybody else just gave a nervous chuckle and looked at each other. Then when he was gone, we started asking “what the fuck was that all about?” It was best that no one disagreed with him because he it the kind of guy who looks for reasons to pop his shirt off and fight. But, usually when the other person is smaller than him. 

But seriously, what the fuck? What? He’s brave enough and tough enough to join up, go through basic and the get marched off to fight and kill and die on some God forsaken rock half a world a way, but he is still not good enough because he’s gay? Mother fucker, have you even heard of Alexander the Great?! 

I have a friend who is bi and was in the army. I told him that he was brave enough to become a soldier in the first place, let alone with his orientation. 

If I was being shot at, I don’t care if the man next to me checks out my ass as long as he makes sure it doesn’t get shot off.