New Year's Day posting
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The New Year’s Day blog.
No review of the year for me other than to say it was a pretty terrific year other than some of the health issues my parents faced.
New Year’s Eve was pretty low key for me. Seeing how I don’t drink and booze is a major depressant on my system just having a couple of beers is not fun for me.
Found myself in a weird situation at of all places, Radio Shack, a small electronics store. I went in looking for a cheap antenna for my bedroom TV (long story with the cable). Found one I felt would suffice and went to purchase it. I could see a young kid of maybe 12 and his middle aged mom coming into the store obviously wanting to return something. Being a nice guy I let them go first instead of beating them to the counter. A lone salesman was there helping a middle aged couple with activating a Blackberry or something. This actually took longer than the whole time I was in the store which was probably around 10 minutes. So he rings a bell or something after a couple of minutes of us waiting there. Another employee comes out from the back and takes the return people. It was around 4pm I think on New Year’s Eve day and the lady wanted cash back. She was a bit bitchy to her kid so I was already preparing myself for the verbal combat this lady was ready to wage. Here’s where it gets weird. The employee said they didn’t have the cash to return to her. Apparent whatever they bought was at least $80 but I think more. I did find that the store not having the money in cash was a bit weird. So I could see where the bitchy lady was coming from. The only thing I could think of was that the manager had maybe deposited the big amount of money for the day or something because of the coming holiday. I don’t really know. So I could hear the customer start politicking about not having the time to wait around and excuse, excuse, excuse. The final answer was to either take a check/some sort of voucher or wait around and see if enough customers would make cash purchases. This was apparently the word of the manager that never ventured out from the back room of the store. So the lady that didn’t have time to wait suddenly had time to wait.
So the clerk leans around the woman and helps me out. As I’m heading to the item I wanted with the clerk the customer says to me ‘please pay in cash’. Like I wanted anything to do with her. Yeesh. So they have my antenna and I purchase it – in cash because that had been my original plan the whole time. The customer sees this and says “ I love you’. I just wanted to tell her to get lost. I didn’t help them much. My purchse was $22.04. I heard her kid say something to the effect of ‘we just need $68 now.’ He may have said $86, I can’t clearly recall. I grabbed my stuff and headed out being polite to the clerk but totally ignoring the customer. While the store not having cash was really bizarre, I’m never forget working in retail for 10 years and having been shit on by lots of people treating me like a terrorist. So I often root for the low level employees whenever fitting.
After some good chow of plain old hamburgers (I hardly ever eat them so they tasted awesome) I headed over to my buddy’s place. I didn’t have much fun there. First I seemed to be hit with a wave of exhaustion once I got there. Not sure entirely why, maybe it was the hamburgers from an hour earlier. I started yawning every minute. Then they started in with the sexual harassment. Trailer Park Trash had apparently said earlier in the day that he had wanted to see me masturbate. Trailer Park Trash is terrific for sexual harassment. So the guys still left at my buddy’s insisted over and over that I call Trailer Park and harass him about it. And then the other harassment started which is usual about them saying I screw sheep and farm animals. So after 45 minutes of yawning and sexual harassment and knowing that they were planning on getting drunk, I left. They were pretty surprised at this but wished me a Happy New Year’s and handshakes and attempted male hugging but I still left. In good cheer the drunk mooned me from his second story window.
So I got home, found my antenna works quite well, played some Marvel Ultimate Alliance and surfed the net and went to bed. But I was happier doing that than staying at my buddy’s.
Saturday was better. I went over my friend’s house to play Magic and they also had some D&D lined up. I discovered on Friday night at 1am that I wasn’t going to my aunt & uncle’s so I didn’t have anything for the D&D stuff. I wasn’t really interested in it anyways.
So they were all sick over there and the father was sneezing constantly. I eventually told him to grab a bag and keep the handkerchiefs right next to him. He did that finally. The games were decent. Then the other guests showed up. A new guy was with this crowd and I felt really bad for him. His two friends eliminated him within the first 10 minutes of playing and the game of 7 people lasted like an hour.
After that Magic game they pulled out the D&D stuff. I pulled out my drawing pad and sketched up three pages of lay-outs for issue 3. The two friends again eliminated their buddy in about 10 minutes of a 2 hour battle.
After that we went back to Magic and they again eliminated him within 10 minutes of a hour game. So this poor guy spent something like 5 hours at this house and played games for like an hour tops. I’m not sure how he felt but I didn’t think he was all that happy about it. His friends got great jollies out of eliminating him early.
They all hated me one game. I was playing what’s called a Stasis deck. Means only I get to play if I get the right combo. And I got the right combo. All remaining 5 players tried to eliminate me as a team but couldn’t do shit. But I had no offense so I really couldn’t either. So it did get a bit boring and nobody liked my deck.
Had some weird dreams. One had me not even really in my dream. I was like a director determining things from off-screen. These two women built like porn stars were robbing a bank or something. They each had shotguns. The black haired woman was in black latex pants and a bright pink latex bustier. Suffice to say she had porn sized breasts. LOL! The other lady was a bit less attractive than her friend with dirty blond shoulder length hair that was kind of frizzy. She wore a black latex jumpsuit and also had a shotgun. I can’t clearly recall the dreams because I had them Friday night I think. The women were pretty angry and tough and were ready to kill. At least the black haired lady was. Maybe ‘lady’ is too generous of a term for her.
Another had me going back to college. The college rooms reminded me of high school but it was college. I don’t recall much else from that dream.
I also had another dream that when I woke up from it I was like ‘wtf?’ but I’ve totally forgotten it.
Started drawing up the 3 pages for issue 3 that I laid out at my buddy’s as mentioned above. I woke up in kind of a pissy mood despite I think 10 hours of sleep. I’ve been replaying last night at my buddy’s place in my head and that hasn’t helped. Guess it rather pissed me off. I’m not a big fan of treating people like shit and then going ‘we’re friends, you know I didn’t mean it’. I’ve been treated better by my enemies. So I vented through my drawing board and I’ve liked what I’ve produced so far. Any time I get mad and draw I usually get really focused on my art and vent and produce good looking art.
While writing this my brother came home and we started chatting a bit. I put him in a bad mood which sucks. We were talking about his son, my nephew. Seems the ex-wife really restricts what my nephew does. He got in trouble for watching tv. Seems he’s not allowed to watch tv on Mondays and Tuesdays. I guess he’s only allowed to play video games a half hour a day and those half hours can only be on Saturday and Sunday. And he has to do his own laundry. My nephew is 7. It’s why my brother tries so hard when he had his son to make sure his son has a fun time. Seems like the poor kid’s in prison the rest of the week.
It also seems that my nephew is already watching calories. He doesn’t really eat candy. That’s not necessarily a bad thing except that it’s because of his mom and what she eats. My own mother has heard my nephew talking about watching his calories when my brother brings him over. So we still have all his Halloween and Christmas stocking candy here uneaten. I asked my brother if he minded if I eat some of it to keep from going to waste. He said I could.
I told my brother to play some Call of Duty 2. If we don’t use some form of art or music to vent, heart racing gaming or physical activity is another good way to burn away the frustration of ill feelings.
And now I want to play Call of Duty 2 (on-line) again since his computer’s been blasting away for about 15 minutes now – complete with smiles and excited comments about how the game is progressing.
So I’m done here.
The New Year’s Day blog.
No review of the year for me other than to say it was a pretty terrific year other than some of the health issues my parents faced.
New Year’s Eve was pretty low key for me. Seeing how I don’t drink and booze is a major depressant on my system just having a couple of beers is not fun for me.
Found myself in a weird situation at of all places, Radio Shack, a small electronics store. I went in looking for a cheap antenna for my bedroom TV (long story with the cable). Found one I felt would suffice and went to purchase it. I could see a young kid of maybe 12 and his middle aged mom coming into the store obviously wanting to return something. Being a nice guy I let them go first instead of beating them to the counter. A lone salesman was there helping a middle aged couple with activating a Blackberry or something. This actually took longer than the whole time I was in the store which was probably around 10 minutes. So he rings a bell or something after a couple of minutes of us waiting there. Another employee comes out from the back and takes the return people. It was around 4pm I think on New Year’s Eve day and the lady wanted cash back. She was a bit bitchy to her kid so I was already preparing myself for the verbal combat this lady was ready to wage. Here’s where it gets weird. The employee said they didn’t have the cash to return to her. Apparent whatever they bought was at least $80 but I think more. I did find that the store not having the money in cash was a bit weird. So I could see where the bitchy lady was coming from. The only thing I could think of was that the manager had maybe deposited the big amount of money for the day or something because of the coming holiday. I don’t really know. So I could hear the customer start politicking about not having the time to wait around and excuse, excuse, excuse. The final answer was to either take a check/some sort of voucher or wait around and see if enough customers would make cash purchases. This was apparently the word of the manager that never ventured out from the back room of the store. So the lady that didn’t have time to wait suddenly had time to wait.
So the clerk leans around the woman and helps me out. As I’m heading to the item I wanted with the clerk the customer says to me ‘please pay in cash’. Like I wanted anything to do with her. Yeesh. So they have my antenna and I purchase it – in cash because that had been my original plan the whole time. The customer sees this and says “ I love you’. I just wanted to tell her to get lost. I didn’t help them much. My purchse was $22.04. I heard her kid say something to the effect of ‘we just need $68 now.’ He may have said $86, I can’t clearly recall. I grabbed my stuff and headed out being polite to the clerk but totally ignoring the customer. While the store not having cash was really bizarre, I’m never forget working in retail for 10 years and having been shit on by lots of people treating me like a terrorist. So I often root for the low level employees whenever fitting.
After some good chow of plain old hamburgers (I hardly ever eat them so they tasted awesome) I headed over to my buddy’s place. I didn’t have much fun there. First I seemed to be hit with a wave of exhaustion once I got there. Not sure entirely why, maybe it was the hamburgers from an hour earlier. I started yawning every minute. Then they started in with the sexual harassment. Trailer Park Trash had apparently said earlier in the day that he had wanted to see me masturbate. Trailer Park Trash is terrific for sexual harassment. So the guys still left at my buddy’s insisted over and over that I call Trailer Park and harass him about it. And then the other harassment started which is usual about them saying I screw sheep and farm animals. So after 45 minutes of yawning and sexual harassment and knowing that they were planning on getting drunk, I left. They were pretty surprised at this but wished me a Happy New Year’s and handshakes and attempted male hugging but I still left. In good cheer the drunk mooned me from his second story window.
So I got home, found my antenna works quite well, played some Marvel Ultimate Alliance and surfed the net and went to bed. But I was happier doing that than staying at my buddy’s.
Saturday was better. I went over my friend’s house to play Magic and they also had some D&D lined up. I discovered on Friday night at 1am that I wasn’t going to my aunt & uncle’s so I didn’t have anything for the D&D stuff. I wasn’t really interested in it anyways.
So they were all sick over there and the father was sneezing constantly. I eventually told him to grab a bag and keep the handkerchiefs right next to him. He did that finally. The games were decent. Then the other guests showed up. A new guy was with this crowd and I felt really bad for him. His two friends eliminated him within the first 10 minutes of playing and the game of 7 people lasted like an hour.
After that Magic game they pulled out the D&D stuff. I pulled out my drawing pad and sketched up three pages of lay-outs for issue 3. The two friends again eliminated their buddy in about 10 minutes of a 2 hour battle.
After that we went back to Magic and they again eliminated him within 10 minutes of a hour game. So this poor guy spent something like 5 hours at this house and played games for like an hour tops. I’m not sure how he felt but I didn’t think he was all that happy about it. His friends got great jollies out of eliminating him early.
They all hated me one game. I was playing what’s called a Stasis deck. Means only I get to play if I get the right combo. And I got the right combo. All remaining 5 players tried to eliminate me as a team but couldn’t do shit. But I had no offense so I really couldn’t either. So it did get a bit boring and nobody liked my deck.
Had some weird dreams. One had me not even really in my dream. I was like a director determining things from off-screen. These two women built like porn stars were robbing a bank or something. They each had shotguns. The black haired woman was in black latex pants and a bright pink latex bustier. Suffice to say she had porn sized breasts. LOL! The other lady was a bit less attractive than her friend with dirty blond shoulder length hair that was kind of frizzy. She wore a black latex jumpsuit and also had a shotgun. I can’t clearly recall the dreams because I had them Friday night I think. The women were pretty angry and tough and were ready to kill. At least the black haired lady was. Maybe ‘lady’ is too generous of a term for her.
Another had me going back to college. The college rooms reminded me of high school but it was college. I don’t recall much else from that dream.
I also had another dream that when I woke up from it I was like ‘wtf?’ but I’ve totally forgotten it.
Started drawing up the 3 pages for issue 3 that I laid out at my buddy’s as mentioned above. I woke up in kind of a pissy mood despite I think 10 hours of sleep. I’ve been replaying last night at my buddy’s place in my head and that hasn’t helped. Guess it rather pissed me off. I’m not a big fan of treating people like shit and then going ‘we’re friends, you know I didn’t mean it’. I’ve been treated better by my enemies. So I vented through my drawing board and I’ve liked what I’ve produced so far. Any time I get mad and draw I usually get really focused on my art and vent and produce good looking art.
While writing this my brother came home and we started chatting a bit. I put him in a bad mood which sucks. We were talking about his son, my nephew. Seems the ex-wife really restricts what my nephew does. He got in trouble for watching tv. Seems he’s not allowed to watch tv on Mondays and Tuesdays. I guess he’s only allowed to play video games a half hour a day and those half hours can only be on Saturday and Sunday. And he has to do his own laundry. My nephew is 7. It’s why my brother tries so hard when he had his son to make sure his son has a fun time. Seems like the poor kid’s in prison the rest of the week.
It also seems that my nephew is already watching calories. He doesn’t really eat candy. That’s not necessarily a bad thing except that it’s because of his mom and what she eats. My own mother has heard my nephew talking about watching his calories when my brother brings him over. So we still have all his Halloween and Christmas stocking candy here uneaten. I asked my brother if he minded if I eat some of it to keep from going to waste. He said I could.
I told my brother to play some Call of Duty 2. If we don’t use some form of art or music to vent, heart racing gaming or physical activity is another good way to burn away the frustration of ill feelings.
And now I want to play Call of Duty 2 (on-line) again since his computer’s been blasting away for about 15 minutes now – complete with smiles and excited comments about how the game is progressing.
So I’m done here.
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