Walk through my parents’ new house. It’s supposed to be done, but it’s only half done. A worker comes down and he’s mad about it. Go into the finished bit and look out the window. See a plane fly by and it looks like it’s crashing. I’m like-“it’s the aliens”, and the plane spins, changes color and flies away. (wake up and still have animation going on behind my eyes)
Looking at my bank account and $2,800 got withdrawn. I freaking out and try to trace what and why. Something odd about the dates, dig in. Someone is talking about how good the letter she wrote was, and I realize that it was for a donation. Look at the website.
Walking to an elevator, wait. The door opens, but the elevator isn’t there. Two workers come and stand, and a lever comes as the car is coming and squishes them against the wall. It’s gross. One guy slides out and there’s blood everywhere.
At a convention, but early so I can’t get in. I don’t have tickets either. Wait around hoping to get in. Walk away with my stuff.
Drive up to the end of a cul-de-sac, walk over to a driveway. An old man comes out and wants us to leave. He pushes up and yells. I hit him and back away. He follows and I block his punches. Get back in the car and leave.
Working on code. Have to do something on the phone and there’s a meeting. Walk into a small auditorium.
Leaving school, get onto a chairlift and go through the crowds outside. I see Beth F. but don’t say hi.
Walk into a fancy club-it’s where we’re having our wedding reception. E says hi to everyone, and we go back to the banquet rooms. I ask how many it seats, and say we need 12, but E says we need 24. Walk into another room that’s outside, and there are odd caterpillar things on the ground, eating stuff on the ground.
Doing a gamelan thing-see Wenten and give him a hug. Start, and one of the players is completely lost, even with music. We go slow and someone takes his place.
Working on a program to replace text on a display. Get ready to go, and realize it needs error checks. Frantically code, and a whole stadium is waiting. Can’t get it deployed, so do it by hand.
In a room, and Toyah is reading the lyrics to “Burn Me Up I’m a Cigarette”
In the kitchen, looking through the food, throwing away old stuff. Go outside. Walk up to my new apartment. The door is open and it’s empty. Two people are tied up, someone came in and took everything. We call the cops and untie them.
Deliver a small nuke to some place. leave, look back to see the cloud. Go to aunt & uncles’ house, try to go inside, need to leave. Try to find a car-none to be had. Walk around the corner and find one, start to leave.
E is giving birth, doesn’t want my help, things are bad. I try to help and she says no. Look again at her, she’s dead.
At a gig, setting up my instruments. Plug things together, get my amp out and set it up. Talk with someone about the Kronos and how I have things set up. Test it out.
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The day before the election. Woo-hoo. I’m done. I just deleted a big thing, but the last word is this: enough. Just go away. Stay gone, or you be gone. Hopefully they’ll get the hint. Hopefully we can make it through this winter intact. Or is it this? Hope not.
Friday afternoon, eating prior to a code review. Waiting on dba’s to do their job. Been waiting. For 2 days. I hate dba’s. F’n database high priests. Mainframe and database BS… Anyways-code review, almost time to be done.
And now it’s Monday morning, the stuff that needed to be done-one got done, the other is in process. Pretty mellow weekend-didn’t get to vacuuming, again, but laundry and the kitchen did. Lazed around Sat.-Costco was it, Sun.-E got a chair in Lake O, Sun. market, shop, Fry’s is empty, Sonic, got the furniture rearranged. Trump’s got the ‘rona-what a shitshow.
Weds., noon. No, afternoon. Almost time to be done. Had a zoom meeting with a doc-I’m getting a cpap. Should make E happy-hopefully I’ll end up sleeping better. Got some stuff done.
Friday-work week is done! Only a few minutes late. In good shape-got stuff done. I need to work out now. Not much else-forgot to make the car payment, so we’re short this week. I picked up all the stuff off the loveseat in the living room, so I can sit in here and chill. Watched Archer and Dodgeball. Maybe Snowpiercer tonight? or a movie? We’ll see.
A week has passed. Really very much the same. Been waking up at night a lot. Ambien? Melatonin and such helps me get to sleep, but I still wake up at 2ish. E tweaked her back. All of us voted yesterday when we got the ballots. Didn’t schedule meals this week. Getting carpets cleaned next week. Worked out Tues. but not Sun. Something this weekend? Who knows.
Monday, start of sprint meetings. At least I could sleep in a little. S didn’t get up in time for her Zoom class, because I didn’t wake her up. Pretty busy weekend-E to 2 marches Sat., shop Sun. C has a job, took him to gf’s house. Worked out yesterday but not Fri. Fixed my Stick last weekend-high strings don’t work-pickup, wiring or cable? Found mold in the corner, had to clean everything. With bleach. Picked up a lot and vacuumed-carpet cleaning tomorrow-more to do.
A week, it’s Thursday. Afternoon, time for lunch. A pretty quiet week, Worked out yesterday, skipped Sunday, carpet cleaning. Shopping, the usual. One of M’s co-workers got the ‘rona-he got tested yesterday. They’re pretty good with staying out of each others’ way, so we’ll see. The big thing is that I got blackmailed for naughty chat and pictures. So, I came clean to my wife, removed all the naughty stuff from my storage unit, phone and links, canceled all my accounts except the blackmailed ones-gotta keep the evidence… E wants me to go to SAA as well. I’ll try, but I have a strong mind and it may not be entirely necessary. I have discipline. If I can box that behavior, and keep it inside the box, I’m good-we’ll see. I called a investigation firm-$1,500 for them to work the case. Passed. So far, nothing has been released-it’s stressful, though.
I’ve been thinking about it, too-what power does a blackmailer have? Fear, mostly, and shame. And a short window. If they can get you to pay out quickly, they win. Otherwise the threats are hollow-and thus lies the dilemma-if they pull the trigger, no money-if they don’t, no money either, because they’ve lost the power of the threat because it didn’t work. You have to follow through, but you can’t because you won’t get paid if you do. And these guys are doing multiple prospects at once, so you have to pick the most promising mark. Most advisors say to ignore them once the threat is made. I don’t want to pull my FB account…but I may have to, or at least set it to private for a little bit. Same with twitter and google-not so easy…
Monday, new sprint. I think I’ll call this. M didn’t get the ‘rona. No blackmail. Checking on whether I get the contract renewed. Halloween was quiet, except I went to pick up C at his gf’s, and the church on the corner was going trunk or treating-\/\/hate\/er. S went to a friends’. Tidy, shop, the usual. DST switch, worked out, watched 2001 on Sat., and DRL in sim. Getting through my book backlog. Short of ca$h-I hate dipping into savings. Hopefully this next month will be better.
Links/viddys-brighter side:
Juggling for quokkas.
Starship size comparison
Not so bright: don’t even want to go there (especially now).
Page 23, sentence 5: “On October 25, 1985, I sent the first copies to President Reagan and General Secretary Gorbachev of the Soviet Union.” PlanetHood.
At Quest, walking through. I pick up a long sweater and put it on. Some people recognize me, and I way hi. Look out the window and there’s a bunch of kites in the air-a kite festival? I walk through and Debbie says that’s her sweater.
Taking a shuttle back. We arrive and I go to gather up my stuff. A container full of soft cheese opens up and gets on the seat. I ask the driver for a wet nap.
At a kite festival, we’re setting up all out stuff in a line across the field by the path. Ron D. shows up with his stuff, and I’m surprised. I call out to him asking what happened. He doesn’t hear me. The wind shifts a lot, and we all have to move out stuff to the other side of the tree line.
Backstage for some guy (Bonamassa?) Pick up a harmonica and start playing. He likes and I keep it going. Finally stop, and start pounding it to get the spit out. It slowly cleans up, then the Nickel used as a spacer comes out. He says that’s the vibrato and it’s OK.
At 30700, trying to prep for carpet cleaning. Move stuff from the kitchen into the dining room. Leave the door open and the dog goes out. Go out and get her. Continue moving stuff.
On a concrete hill, skating. Others are doing the same. It’s has rolls and is bumpy and has lots of rough patches. Roll to the edge and back, then start back up.
At an after-party for a reunion. Walk through and go to Bob H.’s room. Lots of pot smoking. Smoke from a pipe and drop it. Fumble and get it arranged again. get a mask thing passed to me. Figure it out-it’s a total head covering-I decline. Someone wants to come in and we open the door. I go out and everyone is leaving-walk around trying to find out where to go next. Go back and the next room is showing porn. Go back into Bob’s room.
At work, someone comments that I must be working overtime. I say no, just look at the defects.
Trying to clean out a sink, odd blue worms are multiplying as I’m trying to get them down the drain. Some climb to the next sink, one goes out the door.
Driving around a circle, get into a tight parking lot and find a close spot. Go down stairs with a bunch of ropes over my shoulder. Get everything arranged.
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Another blog post called. Called my exciting life? Not so much. The rest of the world is pretty busy, but all I have is work and family. Having said that, I think our country is like Wile E. Coyote, having just ran off the cliff, but gravity hasn’t caught up with him yet. I had this feeling a lot in the mid-90’s, but was always able to overcome the feeling, and it never happened. Now, who knows? I’m just waiting out everything and whether my contract ends. Not much else to say-I’ve said a lot already.
Friday early evening, long weekend! Still have some work to do, so still working. Out of $$$ this week. 7:30-still working. The dude who wrote this didn’t finish it, so I need to. We needed another task to get it into running order. 8:20, got the thing running, so done.
Sunday evening, sitting in bed. Yummy dinner, church and shop today. E to March yesterday. Not much else.
Tuesday morning, start of sprint. Woke up a couple of times last night, tired. Had an interesting dream about Keanu Reeves and symbols. Those symbol dreams are happening occasionally-I think it’s a look into symbol space-I need to figure out what it means… Very windy yesterday and today-there was a big tent at school that blew away last night-E went to check on it and found a mess. Vacuum, laundry yesterday, not much else.
Weds-very smoky sun and sky
Saturday afternoon. Sitting at the table, finishing up a change-wasn’t working, found the bug this morning, rerunning the task to make sure it does the right thing now. Anyways. So it’s been a week of fires. Portland has the worst air quality in the world. We have everything closed up, filters on the a/c, running the air purifier 24/7. The sun and sky are orange. We’re on a stage 1 evac, but the weather’s changing so I don’t think stage 2 will happen. The active fire zone is still 20ish miles away. My eyes and throat are burning and sore. You can still smell the smoke in here, but it’s much less than outside. And it’s oddly cool.
Got one of these in the mail Friday. It’s cool, easy to use and fun. More fun than the phone apps. Made a 8-bar loop, need to find some way to save it-Orba to Zoom to laptop? That’s the way I do it on the Kronos. I really need a 9mm adapter that’s TRRS…Radio Shack here I come. Wait-are there still Radio Shacks? (just checked-there’s one right down the street! sort of…)
Thursday afternoon sky
Thursday afternoon. Running as fast as I can to get things done, but I’m not moving forward. (maybe a little, but still behind) The air quality still sucks, but the sky is clearing a little. Rain is coming. Busy with work, but that’s it. Stuck inside-same day, over and over. S might read Finnegan’s Wake. I think I’ll take another run at it after my latest read, which is super depressing so far… It’s an insanely difficult work.
Friday, early evening. End of sprint, but still stuff to do. Got one done, another done except the repo is whacked, and the last one almost done except for running it against AWS. Big thunderstorm last night, soaked the porch. Ruth Bader Ginsburg died today. That’s a kick in the nuts-E was bawling-glad she held out as long as this, as the GOP can’t push someone through at this late date-enough Senators will defect to make it impossible, and the same after the election. And even if it went through, Biden would likely pack the court to nullify the advantage, if he’s smart.
Monday, start of sprint. Slept in a bit. S’s first day of face-to-face school. Pretty quiet weekend-worked late Fri., lazy Sat.-E to RBG thing, a thing, picked her up. Sun. church, shop, workout! First in a month-went slow, shortened the route. Only lost strength on pull-ups-not surprising, it’s my weakest one. Was beat after that-only forgot a few t’ai chi moves, and we got through after a bit of thought. I’m only a little sore today.
Thursday morning, sitting at the kitchen table with S. Non-binary S. Not really motivated. Anyways. Another pretty normal week-worked out Tues. evening-M came with on the run. A bit faster, but still shortened-I worked harder than usual. Super weak and sore on pull-ups, only forgot one move in t’ai chi.
Monday, listening to the scrum. So exciting. OK. Quite tired. Need to go to sleep earlier. Pretty busy weekend. Got a bit done at work Friday. Ran later, it was dark when I got back. Drove around a lot Sat. E to rally on N, S to friends’ then Lloyd Center, then back to pick them up and to friends’. Gaffers for dinner + a drink and M with. I had a Myers, he had a Jack then peach schnapps. The Tigard Gaffers closed. Sun.-skipped church, lazy, shop then picked up S then lazy. Ran-very difficult-no lunch, then made dinner then worked out then ate. I think I’ll call this. Trump’s taxes got released-no real surprises…
Working on a design for a bunch of buttons to do translation from Tibetan to English. Drawing it on a huge tablet, talk to a co-worker about how I’ve used this for years. Fiddle around with buttons and making it work properly when you use a keyboard.
Standing at the open door of a plane as it’s landing. I pull myself up and another guy says I’d better be hooked in or have a parachute on.
In a military plane, taxiing. We park in between a bunch of cars and people.
Going to start work-have to go out to my car-it’s at the far end of the parking lot. Get there, and all my work stuff is there. Get in and gather everything up. There’s tall brush all around it, and a guy in a lawnmower is clearing it.
