The story of Spork.

The townhouse... It is mostly perfect. It could be a little more spacious, I feel like it has exactly the minimum amount of space we would need, and it's laid out in a fashion that we can live with. But that is the only point of compromise there is.

Big positives for us...

- Location is perfect. Kid can continue being bused to school, and it's near many businesses my older son could work at and close to work for both Zen and I.
- Price. It's about $200 less than the max amount I was prepared to consider, and I was struggling to find anything in my price range...it will be a reduction in cost of living, for both Zen and I.
- Our ability to qualify. They seem to have some flexibility with certain credit issues. I was able to give them an explanation of why the bankruptcy was necessary. The pet policy is good, only $25/month more for the cat and no extra deposits.
- No yard to speak of, and the HOA takes care of grounds maintenance and snow removal, and trash service is also included in rent.

I looked at it last night and it was clean and in good shape, only a couple of minor flaws that will be easy to fix, things so small that I'd be willing to take care of them. So I went ahead and applied, and Zen will get his app in soon. Let's hope we get it!

And I am having a productive day. It was another where I got up early and did stuff. Starting my day with getting my laundry run, dishes done, and trash out, all before 7:00 in the morning, makes me feel all awesome and capable right from the get-go. I ran and got Q's viola string that busted fixed on my lunch. After work I'll take care of another little errand and then later I've got a discussion group to go to. I might even have time to fold my laundry after I get home, but before group, so that's awesome! Go, me! I get so tired sometimes after work, and then I feel really lame when I don't get things done, so actually getting the things done feels like a big deal, even if it sounds like mundane minutia of normal life. Spoons, and all that. Or in my case...sporks?

I made plans to meet with Zen tomorrow after work. Forgot that one of my regular discussion groups meets tomorrow too...but I think I'd rather be spending time with him anyhow. I go to discussion groups all the time, I can skip it once in a while. Friday is another Zen night, though he has ComicCon going on, so who knows for sure what his availability is...Saturday, my work is doing their Family Day at the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo. I've signed up to take my sons. I'm sure that Zen and I will want to get together later in the evening, the zoo is only open until 5pm but it's going to be more a question of when the boys and I get tired and feel ready to leave, most likely. Free zoo and free food, can not complain about that.

And Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, the season finale of Game of Thrones! Then the interminable wait until the next and final freaking season...uggghhhh...
 
Discussion group was good yesterday. A few new people showed up, and I'm always happy about that sort of thing. A man was there who said that he had come out, because his girlfriend was into BDSM and she says he is "too vanilla" and so she has sought another partner to do this sort of thing with. This guy knows NOTHING about kink or polyamory, and while he thought he was there to learn about kink, I was able to share some stuff about poly with him, too, since that's basically what they're doing. He was asking, "How does this work, I mean...am I supposed to meet the guy and be friends with him, or what? How is it supposed to be done?" It kinda slays me a bit that folks think there are hard and fast rules on how to do this kind of thing. I told him that different people handle those kinds of details differently, it all depends on what his comfort level is and what he wants, and what the others want. He said they'd tried to talk about some rules, but he's not sure what to do if they don't agree on things. And I told him, it's all about negotiation. Imagine it like an episode of Pawn Stars or something, you come to the table with your preferences, wants, and needs, and she's got hers, and the other guy has some too, and you either find a place where you can all agree on how to go forward, or...sometimes you just have to walk away from the table, or in this case, the relationship, if people cannot agree and consent to a common outcome. He said that made an amazing amount of sense. Someone like me, I can tell ya what often doesn't work, and what seems to statistically work out for long term stability, based on the cases I have seen...but at the end of the day, it's all up to those involved and no one else.

He, and the others, said they plan to come back to the club. I hope they do. It's nice to be helpful to people.

Speaking of people...or rather, communities...my other community, the GWAR people, are acting up again. I feel so saddened and disappointed in them, in general. Like, I used to think of Virginia as MY HOME, and everywhere else was just somewhere I lived. Then, here in Colorado, I met the kink community and they are just so, so good. I can't believe that people warned me that there was "drama" in the kink scene. Yeah, well, a little, but nowhere near what I've seen in other groups, and certainly nowhere near as much as I'd expect given how many people date in the community. But the GWAR people, with ground zero of it being in Richmond, Virginia, has just gone absolutely to shit with drama since Dave died, and just when I think we're all about ready to move on, somebody dredges up more. This one guy is now spouting off about how people absconded with Dave's belongings, his art and guitars and valuables, and the band stole them, and he and a few others (on behalf of Dave's father, the legal heir) are "fighting" to recover these things to set up some kind of a curated exhibit at VCU of the stuff. I'm a little surprised that VCU would even go for it, since almost everything Dave touched was slathered with vulgarity, but hey. Whatever. The whole matter between the band and the father was hashed out in court, the cases are closed, and the people directly involved aren't talking about it anymore. Just we get some random junkie scum from Richmond out of nowhere once in a while who is all like, "I was his best friend, no one knew Dave like me, and I'm fighting blahblahblah" and he goes to all the GWAR related facebook groups to trash talk the band for "stealing" Dave's legacy. For fucks sakes. Just shut up already.

I know that guy was physically closer to the situation than I was, but piecing together what Dave told me before he died, and what others told me in the immediate aftermath about certain people raiding Dave's home and office and what they took...I know who got a hold of his stuff, and to some extent I know what happened to it afterwards. One of the people had a fan-family person come and collect a lot of it, and she made boxes of it and sent them to others. I have one. I have a box of Dave's personal effects, a childhood toy, a pamphlet from his Mother's funeral, a book that belonged to his brother (who is also deceased.) So I have physical proof that the stories I was being told are more or less accurate. But this dude is claiming he is "working with" the guy who had possession of most of Dave's junk, to "fight" the band who supposedly stole it all. And no mention being made of the on-again, off-again ex-girlfriend who was also there taking stuff. Nope, she is silent and nobody's talking about her role in all of this. Dave told tons of people before he passed that they weren't together anymore and hadn't been for years, but she wouldn't leave him alone and quit stalking him, and after he died, she comes out all "We were gonna get MARRIED!" Yeah, no, ya weren't. Everybody all pissed off at everybody up in Richmond, Virginia. And who knows if the legal heir, Dave's father, is even still alive? I mean he'd be like 95 years old now. So I wonder about the timing of this fracas, I wonder who Dave's dad left HIS estate to, and what they're doing with it, and if all the resurgence of fuss over Dave's shit is connected to his father dying or being close to it... And the lunacy now in Charlottesville, if all that weren't enough... Tell you what, Virginia does NOT feel like home anymore. Bunch of rabid vultures.

So I will still, on occasion, if they are in my state, go see GWAR shows, because I always loved the experience of them...but when it comes to being part of "the family"...ugh. Not so much. I have a few friends I stay in touch with, but not like it used to be. What a mess.

So I'm glad I have a great community here, and I'm not in the thick of the GWAR people any more, but I'm still, like I said...disappointed in all of them, in all of it. I've got some good memories. I miss Dave Brockie.

In other news on the moving front...waiting for Zen to get his application in now, then I don't know how long it will be, before we hear back. I know that this rental company does what most say they do now, which is they've got an application time frame, and they take all applications under consideration and choose the best qualified one. So I wonder how long we'll have to wait...but the place is "available" as of 9/7, so hopefully not too long. I'd like to get the move underway on 9/8. That would give me 3 weeks to get us moved before I've got to be out of my apartment. I really need to do more work on the packing and putting stuff into the storage unit...I frankly would love to get all of this done without having to hire movers or even get a truck, just using my van for multiple trips to move things. I don't have a single piece of furniture that won't fit in my van. I just have to hope that either my sons and I can handle the lifting, or I can find and pay some helpers. IF we get the townhouse. I looked at the Zillow rental listings today, and there are some new houses I haven't seen, including one really pretty one over on the west side...but that would be more costly and a longer commute for Zen and I to work. I like the idea of settling for somewhat less in "wow factor" just in the interest of saving some money. I would really like to push some serious financial progress in the next few years. Pay off what's left of my debt (student loans)...maybe get a better vehicle...and perhaps most importantly, start a savings, which I have never done, aside from my 401K. I still believe that one day in the future, Zen and I could buy a "cool" house to live in, maybe 5-10 years down the road or something...a place we'd both be happy pretty much living out the rest of our days. But life is a journey, not a destination, we're still walking the path and we'll see where it takes us.
 
I hope you get your townhouse!
 
Magdlyn said:
I hope you get your townhouse!
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Thank you! Me too!

Yesterday, my kids were driving me bananas. Mostly Q. He and I had a text-fight going on for much of the day while I was at work. He mentioned wanting to buy something after he gets a job, and I told him that he might have screwed himself on the ability to get a part time job with taking 4 honors classes. These classes are no joke, there is a ton of work involved, and I mentioned that he is already failing in Honors English. He said "What!? I'm failing??" and I was like, yeah, I mean, you chose to play your games instead of getting the books read. And so he starts throwing at me every excuse about not reading those books...
- No one told me what books I needed to read, the teacher never said (lie: it was on the website and probably papers he was given last school year.)
- I only had a week because you bought them for me so late, I told you twice that I needed them and you waited too long. (lie: he mentioned something about "some books" a week before school started and I had to find out which books from the website, myself. As soon as I did, I bought them and gave them to him. As for him only having a week, if he'd spent all his free time reading, he could have got it done, but he spent much of his time playing games still, so...)
- You can't expect me to read all the time and ruin my vision when my eyes are really bad already staring at tiny words in a book. (When staring at screens is somehow better? I think not.)


Etc. Basically I told him that excuses didn't matter, he had to be accountable, he was the one who chose to take these classes and they had to be his first priority if he was going to succeed. I'd do everything I could, I spent over $300 in school supplies, and new clothes and shoes and everything, I made sure I filled out his forms, gave him his money for fees, and I've done everything I can to help, but I can't do the work for him. And that frankly I was sick to death of getting pushback from both him and his brother at the same time, whenever I try to talk to them about doing what they need to do, instead of goofing off. And he flew off the handle about me comparing him to Ninja, and how I have no faith in him, and he'll show me, once he gets a job he won't need nothin' from no one and he's more mature than I give him credit for etc etc etc... He literally said, regarding his grades, "Hold my beer. I'll have it fixed in a week."

I stared at that text, and then I took a screenshot, and I texted Old Wolf and said, "Are you quite sure you want to come back here and deal with this kid's shit? Sounds like someone I know..." and sent him the screenshot. He said, "Omg that sounds just like me, only with less profanity." RIGHT? Hearing their Dad's words out of their mouths... I swear I feel like, hey, if Q has had a memory purge on how his Dad treated him and wants to go live with his father, more power to him. They can go be assholes together somewhere out of my house. Ninja is looking at trying to get moved out early next year, he wants nothing to do with his Dad but he wants to get moved into his own space. Probably because a.) he's tired of being lectured on what he's not doing right and what he's doing wrong...and b.) he's not getting laid in my place.

I'm just feeling like I can't wait for the day when I no longer have to put up with anyone in my house who disrespects me and takes advantage of me, shows no appreciation and acts like they are entitled to everything they want while putting in no effort to get it, and gives me shit for even asking that they do what they should be doing. I'm not even getting all punishy on them. Just trying to talk to them. Fucking teenagers. Ugh.

I keep struggling to remind myself that teenagers are just naturally a pain in the ass, and that they'll outgrow this, and that really even as teenagers go, mine aren't that bad. Most teenagers go through times where they're disrespectful jerks. At least they're not on drugs. This could be a lot worse.

I kind of miss when they were little, like even if they were a lot more work back then, at least they were cute and affectionate. Not lanky, surly and obnoxious. *sigh* This, too, will pass... 2.76 years until Q graduates. He turns 16 at the end of next month.

Tomorrow I'm taking them to the Zoo whether they like it or not, and they will have fun if it kills them, I swear. Mandatory fun.

In other news, Zen got his application in for the townhouse yesterday, and he is going to see it this afternoon. I took a chance doing mine before he could see it, because the many perks seem to far outweigh any drawbacks in my opinion, and he took a chance doing his before he could see it for the same reason. And I went after work to spend some time with him, we ran a load of stuff to his storage unit (I really need to work harder packing up my apartment...) and watched some Harvey Birdman episodes, and snuggled in his bed for a time before I had to leave. We were just talking about when I could expect my bankruptcy discharge to happen, and I got home and checked the mail at 9:00 or so last night, and there it was! So I'm going to call the management company and let them know that has happened. Hopefully it helps our case, the lady I talked to did say that it would be better if it were discharged. One major piece of baggage, now chucked over the side and out of my life, all the debt I'd struggled with, paid off, then run back up, during my time with Old Wolf. What a relief that is. Now I just have to mop up a few small obligations and student loans and I can be finally OUT OF DEBT. Yay!
 
Congrats on that. I hope it helps you get the apartment.

Sorry Q is being a pain about doing the honors work he signed up to do!

I'm glad I don't have teenagers anymore, though to tell the truth, the girls were harder to deal with in their early 20s than in their teens. We stayed pretty bonded through most of their teens, but it was probably because of the homeschooling. Once they were independent they kind of fell apart for a while, especially the girls. My son has been calmer and easier.
 
Thanks Mags, all positive thoughts are welcome! This property management's policy (same as most here) is to take all applications for a certain window of time, and then choose the "most qualified." Zen said that when he was there looking at it on Friday, there were two other interested groups...but I think that we compare well to those, from what he described. One was a young couple, the girl was covered in visible tattoos and the guy mentioned being a pizza delivery driver. While they can make quite a bit, it's usually not on their verifiable income (paystubs) it's in the ?? world of tips...and those two sound like they might not have stable, well-paying jobs like Zen and I do. And who knows what their credit looks like. The other group was a few young men who look like they're trying to room together as college students. Can you say, "keggers every weekend?" Again too, the young applicants might not have much credit history. Despite my bankruptcy, my score is not terrible (falls into the "good" range) and I do have some history of timely payments. They say that bad credit is better than no credit, and mine is not bad except for that b-word in it.

So I guess we'll see. I'm very tempted to call (or even visit!) the management company, and ask them when the window for consideration of new applicants closes, so I know when I should expect to have an answer. I should really consider visiting their office, because I make a very good impression on people in person, usually.

Zen did some measuring when he was there, and he really likes the place and so we're seriously hoping it works out. In the meantime, I am still kind of keeping my eyes open on the market and if anything else appears that looks ideal for us, we could maybe apply in the name of not putting all of our eggs in one basket.

I took the boys for "mandatory fun" on Saturday, and it actually went very well. We went to Ihop for breakfast, and then to the zoo. We fed giraffes, we walked all over the side of Cheyenne Mountain, we rode the sky lift up and down. We visited my favorites, the ringtailed lemurs...did you know that they meow? They do. And if you meow at them, they'll meow back at you. We saw a gibbon with one hand (lost one when he was young, due to a nasty bite injury) doing amazing acrobatics, he went running across the floor and did a backflip in the air, and was really having fun showing off. And the wee adorable marmosets. They had a baby lynx, too. I tried meowing at him, he wasn't impressed, but then he started making cute little snarly "rawr" sounds, and went and jumped on his mom and started chewing on her. She was trying to sleep, so she wasn't too thrilled.

I did a lot of housework and grocery shopping yesterday. I wanted to get a bunch of stuff packed and moved into storage, but I was struggling with energy. First because I'd spent the previous day out walking in the sun, and secondly because I'm really suffering badly with my seasonal allergies. Something about dealing with a health problem, even just allergies, day after day, kind of wears you down over time. Makes every little thing just that much harder. And my fall allergies really feel like having a bad cold when they are at their worst.

Game of Thrones was...wow. I won't say any spoiler things, but it was a great season finale. I'm glad that they cleared some important plot points enough that it didn't feel cliff-hanger-ish, since we have to wait so long for the last season to start.

Well, there is a skills workshop at Voodoo tonight but I think I'm going to skip that and try to get some of the work done today, that I didn't get done over the weekend. Tomorrow my apartment management is having someone come and clean the chimney and certain filters in the place, and so I've got to have all of my stuff that is possibly in their way, moved out of their way...this will be considerably easier if I've made the progress I wanted to, in my packing and storing of things. I have a storage closet on my balcony, and that's where all of the broken down boxes I need to use for packing are, but it's crammed with STUFF. So my thinking is, if I get that stuff out of the way, then I'll have access to my boxes, and that will really get the whole show on the road here. And if we get the townhouse, I really think I will keep my storage unit, because I have quite a lot of stuff that won't be useful in the townhouse and should just remain in storage longterm. Like fireplace screen and tools and wood, I mean...it has a gas fireplace, so those will be irrelevant. And I've got a lot of family heirlooms that I have yet to figure out how to display them or if I even want to, so they've stayed in storage. I have to endeavor to keep them safe no matter what, but some of them just don't go with my decorating preferences. I'm not putting a pink and white and gold ceramic poodle among my gargoyles, after all. The other thing that I find a bit tiresome, is that my Mom put some stuff into my hands that I know they bought hoping it would be valuable, but it's not and it probably never will be. Like several of these Willow Tree figures. I don't really want them, and they aren't selling on Ebay even at low prices. I might have to have a garage sale one of these days... That side of my family was also obsessed with Fenton glass, and frankly not all of that stuff has any value, but they're convinced that if it came from Fenton, it's worth its weight in gold. Sorry, Grandma. It just ain't so. And some of that Fenton is just ugly. They throw fits about the pink hobnailed set going missing during my parents' divorce, but you couldn't pay me to use or display such things. Ugh. So not my style.
 
I ended up calling the property management company yesterday afternoon, instead of visiting...though I still think a visit would have been better, I did not feel like using the gas to get down there and back on my lunch break. I asked when we could expect to hear an answer on the place, and they said they were just waiting for a rental history for a very promising application. I said, "I thought you kept it open to all applicants for a period of time, like it says that the place is available 9/7, so you're not waiting until some particular date to make a decision?" And she said that no, they would go with it as soon as they had a qualified applicant pass all the screening. I did not have the courage to ask if ours was the "promising application"...but I am hopeful. I don't know if she could have told me anyways, but probably if I'd asked about the status of our application she could have. I probably should have asked. I don't know. This place is so perfect, I'm scared to get my hopes up but I'm also scared to hear that someone better is in the running. I guess we'll know soon one way or another.

I was awesomely productive yesterday and this morning. I got all of my stuff out of a storage closet on my balcony and put into the storage unit, which gives me access now to all of the broken down boxes that I'd crammed in the closet next to the stack of stored stuff. My storage unit is still only 1/4-1/3 full and I have put a lot of what I wanted out of my way in there already. I also packed a number of boxes of decorative stuff and got them stored. I did a load last night and one this morning. It was nice this morning to be doing the work in the cool morning air instead of the afternoon heat. My thinking is to get most of the ~stuff~ off the furniture and out of the way, into the unit, and then when moving day comes the furniture will be cleaned off and good to go straight from one place to the next. Then I can unload my stuff from storage at my leisure. That's the plan anyways.

Tonight I have a birthday party for a friend, and it's been requested that everyone bring one interesting beer that he might want to try. I know nothing about alcoholic drinks, I cannot stand alcohol myself, so I'm just going to ask the guy at the big liquor store to sell me the weirdest beer he has in stock. Like on the one hand, since he'll be getting so MUCH beer I don't imagine it needs to be one of the ones with higher alcohol content like Mercenary, but on the other hand the guy IS Australian...so... Yeah, I dunno. Sell me a beer that an Aussie would like? lol
 
It WAS us! The lady from the management company called me and said that they are only waiting for a rental history from my apartment complex, and if I can get them to provide that, then they'll be set to process our application. Yay! I just went home on my lunch, and found the gal from the office and asked her to take care of that. She said she had sent back the paper form they sent over (maybe a fax that went astray?) but she would call them shortly.

Looks like we're gonna get this place! Woohoo!
 
We got it! We're approved!! Yay!
 
vinsanity0 said:
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Thanks! We start moving on 9/8. This is gonna be interesting...I've got my apartment's worth of stuff, Zen has his townhouse's worth of stuff...and Ninja's stuff is clear down at the other end of town, being stored at the friend of the family's house where he was living. All of this needs to be consolidated into one place, and then whatever we're taking out of the storage units.

IT'S GONNA BE AN ADVENTURE, CHARLIE!
 
Oh very Yay!! May the gods of moving and storage smile upon you.

Leetah
 
Thanks!

This whole thing is a mixed blessing, but on the balance it's quite good. It is not quite the beautiful and spacious house I was dreaming of, but it's such a savings for both of us, and still such an improvement in many ways, that it's nothing I can complain about at all. The location is perfect, Q can keep riding the bus to his school, and doesn't have to change schools or be transported by me, the commute is still nice and quick for both Zen and I, and it's close to places my sons could find jobs. And it's within a short walk of a gaming store that Zen has spent many years frequenting, too. It is perfect in too many ways for me to fuss over what it's not. And since I'd prepared to spend considerably more $$ on a place, I hope to instead knock out some major financial goals fairly quickly, too.

I'll still be dreaming of one day buying one of the old (but well kept) Victorians or Craftsman bungalows of the more central areas of town, or even the west side, but that can wait a while. We still have no idea how it's all going to go down with Zen's father in Phoenix, after all. We might wind up moving down there at some point.

But for the next year, this will do quite nicely.

Last night there was a birthday party for a friend, at the club. It was requested that people bring either food, or beer for the b-day boy (and anyone else, I guess.) Being a non-drinker, I have no idea what beer tastes like what, or which would appeal to anyone. I went into the store and asked the owner to help me find some "weird beer for an Australian guy." He was a bit flummoxed, mentioned Foster's (how is that weird?) and directed me to the back and the oddball craft beers. I found a "Polygamy Porter" 6-pack and a large bottle of "Voodoo Doughnut Mango Astronaut Ale" ...seemed pretty weird to me. The birthday boy, despite being a Dom (which he says now stands for Dirty Old Man) let people give him 40 whacks on the backside and came away from the experience with some impressive bruising. I did not participate in the swatting, I was lounging about on the floor of the dungeon with Fire, talking and enjoying her company. She has volunteered to help me move, which is very kind of her.

Old Wolf has been...I don't even know. He seems torn between wanting to jump in and "help" (take charge) and wanting to explicitly keep saying "don't ask me for help! You get nothing from me now!" I did not ask him for help, and I don't really want his help. And the house he's renting to our friends, the A/C is acting up, and I mentioned that they should reach out to Old Wolf, we always kept this home warranty plan thing that would fix something like that for about a $50 copay...only to find out that dumbass let the warranty lapse shortly after he went to Oregon. Idiot. That saved us thousands in the few years we occupied that house, and would have made even more sense with renters in it. Now if he wants to get it back he'll have to get the place inspected, and I bet much of it wouldn't pass anymore. It was only $35/month, I'd have paid it for a while if he needed me to, just to keep it going, because it was such a smart thing to have. Whatever. None of that is my problem, though I shake my head at it, any more than my moving process is his problem, though he figures his way of doing things is so much better. And perhaps it is. He would rent a U-Haul and do it all in one trip. I plan instead to make a number of trips with my Grand Caravan, since there's nothing I own that won't fit in the back. Not like I'm trying to preserve wear and tear on that thing, since the minute it needs any kind of major maintenance, I'm going to surrender it and get something better. I'm in total "drive it like ya stole it" mode here. More or less. I'll keep the oil changed, maybe tires or brakes, but nothing much more than that.

The stupid car alarm alone is enough to make me wish I was rid of it. Sometimes it just goes off for no reason, and pushing buttons on the fob won't turn it off...SOMETIMES if I go unlock it and start the engine it'll turn off...sometimes not. Sometimes it just seems to need to beep for like 10 minutes, usually in the middle of the night. My van, singing the songs of its people. Stupid thing. I wish I could completely disable the alarm system, but I guess they've made that difficult or impossible to do. I really do not need an anti-theft alarm on my minivan. Nobody's gonna take it. Sheesh. Who goes joyriding in a minivan anyhow? Rogue soccer mom bandits?

So the birthday party was fun. Worth losing a day of packing, I suppose. But the work I did the other day made me feel like this whole business is a piece of cake, I felt like in no time at all, I got a whole lot done. Really, if I could just get a few brawny young dudes who can lift heavy stuff, and who are patient enough to let me use my van for multiple trips, without getting all antsy, then I'll be golden. I can probably make do with my sons' help, the only downside to this is that they are clumsy and awkward and clueless, they get in the way sometimes, and I worry about them falling down the stairs...because, Mom...so... I might enlist some helpers for at least the few heavier pieces of furniture anyhow. A couple of dressers, a couple of bookshelves, the couch. *shrug* We'll work it out.

I'm just feeling so much lighter without the stress of trying to find a suitable place and qualify for it.

Oh, at the party, there was talk about a man who has the hots for Hefe, one of our hypnosis friends from California, and they're going out there to a conference...Hefe is in a weird place, because while he's always down for a good time and all, he's pretty straight. Like he'll make out with a dude to put on a show for something, but he really isn't that interested in gay sex. He's feeling a smidge conflicted. I joked that he was gonna go lose his "bro-ginity." Broginity was such a funny term to several of my friends, so now that is a "thing" and a word we're gonna use. I love making up words.

So far, that I can think of, we've got procrasturbation, broginity, and snowvercast (which is that solid white/grey sky when you know it's gonna snow.) I'll have to think of some more fun made up words to add to my personal lexicon...
 
Unrelated to anything of significance...

A friend just posted a photo of a jumping spider, with some cool facts about them. I happen to LOVE spiders in general, and jumping spiders in particular. They are so freaking cute! They have adorable little faces, and they are fuzzy. Google "jumping spiders wearing raindrop hats" to see the most adorable things you've ever seen ever. I mean they're almost as cute as kittens to me, seriously. I dig 'em.

And I commented that I was quite a fan of this sort of spider, and I was overjoyed to find one crawling on my arm not long ago, and I peered closely at it (it peered back at me, they have excellent vision!) before carefully releasing it into the grass.

And I was contemplating how it is one of the many things I love so much about my Zen, that he loves creatures, even creepy-crawly ones like spiders and snakes.

And along comes another friend of this person who posted the photo in the first place, someone I don't know, and she shares a picture with a horrible infected wound on an elderly person's finger, and says "This is what happened when a friend of mine got bit by a jumping spider." Oh no you don't with that shit. First of all, I bet they just found the image on the internet somewhere and the whole story is fake. Secondly if it is a picture of the hand of someone she knows, prove to me it is even a spider bite and not some kind of a staph infection in an everyday small injury on an older person whose immune system isn't strong. Third, if it WAS a spider bite, I want to see the specimen that caused it. If you didn't actually kill or catch the culprit red handed in the act, then everything about what you assume happened is false. Fourth, who told you it was a jumping spider? A nurse in the Urgent Care? Since when are these people experts on spider species identification? They're NOT. Fifth, IF it is her friend, IF it is even a spider bite, and IF it is even provable to be a jumping spider that caused it...that would be a one-in-a-million allergic sensitivity ya got there.

Jumping spiders aren't aggressive, only bite if you squish them against your skin and freak them out, and their venom is considered not medically threatening by all experts, period.

But ya know, every time you talk about any kind of a snake or spider, somebody has to come along fearmongering like it's some kind of a public hazard, and it makes me so mad!

Like when I was at the zoo with my boys, and there was a handler who was getting a corn snake out to do a talk, and this a-hole of an older dude was telling his granddaughter, "Oh! She's touchin' a snake! She gonna get bit! You watch, she gonna get bit! You better get back, it'll bite you too!" and this little girl who had approached in natural curiosity was getting all scared by this jackass who just wanted to act like the big man with his "come on over here, I'll protect ya from the mean skeery snake!" And the old lady getting the snake out of its tank turned around with such a look of scorn for his idiocy, I wanted to kiss her then and there, and she says, "Now you stop that! This snake is a very nice girl, her name is Clementine, and she's not going to bite anybody. We don't need any of your drama here." She scolded him. It was delightful. She sat down, and did her talk, and allowed the children to touch the snake. I don't know what Clementine thought of the whole thing, she wasn't saying.
 
I do find it a little funny that Polygamy Porter is in the oddball beer section at your liquor store. It's made by one of the breweries here in Salt Lake. I guess they figure even making beer is so outside the dominant religion here that they took it a bit further and made fun of the religion with the name of the beer. I can't remember if they have any others named in a way to snub their noses at the dominant religion here.
 
Hannahfluke said:
I do find it a little funny that Polygamy Porter is in the oddball beer section at your liquor store. It's made by one of the breweries here in Salt Lake. I guess they figure even making beer is so outside the dominant religion here that they took it a bit further and made fun of the religion with the name of the beer. I can't remember if they have any others named in a way to snub their noses at the dominant religion here.
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Yeah, I saw on the package where it was made and I got the joke, but it was funnier as a poke at the fact that many of the people in the kink scene (where I know the birthday Aussie from) are polyamorous, and he in particular, is. While drinking his first bottle of it, he loudly asked if any of the ladies there wanted to join him in polygamy!
 
Spork said:
Yeah, I saw on the package where it was made and I got the joke, but it was funnier as a poke at the fact that many of the people in the kink scene (where I know the birthday Aussie from) are polyamorous, and he in particular, is. While drinking his first bottle of it, he loudly asked if any of the ladies there wanted to join him in polygamy!
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That made me laugh :)
 
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