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Well screw you too!

Had to quit a temp job Thursday because the company said 'It's your stuff or your job'.  They did everything they could think of to retaliate against being told not letting people steal from their employees was a STANDARD.

How did these asshats keep a company so long when they think schoolyard bullying and church-like shaming people for their own bad attitude, laziness, and shit-for brains is the right way to go?

So much busy

I'm so busy all the time what with Alex working.  I've always got something to do at home and half the time I'm spending Alex's only free days with him.  I'm desperately trying to free up space in the room and Alex doesn't want to help and just leaves stuff all over his side of the room.

I have laundry I do the hardest part of, I have driving lessons, I have work, I have doctors appointments.

So much is piling up and my creative stuff keeps lipping away.


Ugh, the last two months I've been a mess.  Internet stalkers, outlet fires, stolen bike, husband losing my good self-defense gear and not seeming to care, weird work schedules, Father's day, a birthday, new neice, migraines, no idea how to get images from my phone to my computer for an exam...

Ugh.  I just want to get back to studying, find a local place that teaches driving to adults that isn't full of asshole teachers, and to clean up my room.


My outlet caught fire.  I'm not exaggerating.  It caught fire and I couldn't use my desktop, charge any electronics (including hearing aids) for days.  Thank go I finally got it back.  Now all I need is a phone that isn't a fire hazard.

Oh, and that group has decided stalking, lying, harassment, and threats are perfectly decent, but warning people when someone is mean or doesn't understand the term 'collaborative' or 'moderator' and are mildly jerks, 'isn't what adults do' according to those guys.  What the hell?


Blatant pandering

My Spider-Man blog.  Eventually to be aptly named Spider-Douchery


I've been writing a fanfiction of my favorite character, Michael Morbius.  Don't be surprised if you have no clue who that is.

He hasn't been written since 2013 in Spider-Man comics and hasn't been a predominant character in Marvel comics since the early 90's. He hasn't even been written correctly since halfway through his 90's solo.

I like him, though.

Enough that I was an idiot enough to help start a Marvel collaboration project (twice), edit for other fans, help brainstorm, and dedicate a good chunk of time to other people and keeping the whole thing going.

Then one person treated me liked a friend, asked to moderate as well because he helped, and then decided 'Hey you know what would make this better? Making this into a popularity contest and letting other people tell one of the hardest working people to fuck off and to hell with all their help.'

And so he did.  My story was taken away because he was a Spider-Man fan and the Spider-Man author didn't believe in collaborating on a collaboration group.  I was told to go eat a bag of dicks and that no one, NO ONE wold notice or care if my character was written completely differently than what or who he was in the comics.

He went on to bad mouth me as unappreciative and everyone who had their story edited by me believed him and still do.

If anyone knows any fans who want to read my Michael Morbius works or any REAL collaborative group, I'd be very interested and even up for some (slow) editing).  But right now, I can't help but feel kinda bad that a dozen people believe I'm a total shithead for expecting at least a small amount of decency.

But I want Batman

The whole mess with the shooting, money, the usual theatre crap, and the two people Alex wanted to see the Dark Knight Rises with were so mean at last game I now have to ban them from my house to make them stop giving me shit.


First Saturday of March, everyone who's coming to celebrate Katie's, Elliott's and Jenn's birthday will meet at my place early to bus to the zoo.

That is all (so far).

And now for something completely different

Alex and I just finished watching the new Battlestar Galactica....I think.  I have no idea what I watched and I'm starting to think the paint fumes and stress from work created a fever dream while watching some American version of Evangelion.

What did I just watch?

Why is everyone an idiot?  Why is the president acting like Janeway? Have none of them played The Sims or Civilization?

Why is Gaius Baltar the only one who knows basic astronomy? Why not just pick a life bearing planet and hide there?  Why not stay on Kobol or the algae planet?  Why was there the exact same algae on that planet?  Where was it growing, tiny underground puddles?

Why has no one tried to get the arrow to Kobol before the cyclon attack?  Was no one interested in the prophecies until they were all doomed?  Why would the constellations be the same after thousands of years?

Why did they settle in Vancouver and not spread out in New Caprica?  Why didn't they have penicillin? Were they too dumb to make bread to get moldy?  If Baltar knew about farming, why wasn't there any?

What the hell is Starbuck (other than a raging bitch resembling a drunk Bella Swan)? why did she fly into, a plothole?

Why are there chords on their phones and record players?  Are there phone lines in the ship? Is one of the ships int he fleet a satellite purely fro communications?  How can they call ships without it?  Is it God doing that, as well as putting sound in space?

Are the humanoid cyclons really machines?  They interact with organic ships and vats of KY jelly pretty well and can bleed to death.

What was the opera house about?  Why was everyone hallucinating the same thing?  What was the crap about Baltar being important when he spent longer giving a random speech than helping the kid?

If they spent years learning the importance of freewill, why did they give up tech and go for the plot of Star trek insurrection?  If there are over 38,000 humans wandering around, scattered all over the earth, why weren't their bones dug up?  What happened to them; did they all kill themselves with tetanus within days?  Why didn't the modern humans on New Earth find Cyclon bones?  Who the hell bred with Hera, that kid with the bad kidney?  Why didn't they find remains of the plane?

What are the hallucination people? Angels?  Demons?  Genies?  Pissed off aliens who are tired of us dragging this crap back and forth across the galaxy?  How do we know they actually know anything and aren't just making up vague prophecies and then taking credit when things happen?  

If that's the end, what am I supposed to take away from this?  Is this about humanity?  Republicans?  Is it a representational story about ducks crossing a pond?  The Matrix?  The Truman show?  Is this the largest computer in the world calculating the meaning of life and it got a computer virus that made it miscount by five? Is it just one long series about how South Korea will kill us with robots?  Should we not be happy with luxuries? If technology is bad because it outdoes the soul, then why were we supposed to be sad when the spaceship broke?

When is 'island' a verb?

I think my paint theory makes more sense.

Birthday update

Other than waking up early, things finally look pretty good this year for birthdays.  So far i need to know if one friend can make it and if my fiancee can get time off (he has work early in the morning each day).