Some awesome art
Asian Slaw
The ultimate cold case
Creating safer sex work
Useless objects
For the Harry Potter fans
Moss graffiti
For the funny bone
Beauty around the world
Things to do with kids in the summer
Tumblr on history
Watch it to the end
Something to do on a boring winter day
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Monday, May 25, 2015
You Spin Me Round
I have vertigo. It happens a few times a year when allergens are rampant. Right now the lilacs are blooming, the streets are being "cleaned" therefore dust is being spewed up into the air. This means that my antihistamines are battling an uphill war to clear my sinuses and help my Eustachian tubes drain. So this evening My world is going zoom whenever I stand, turn my head, turn my body, move my eyes too quickly and sit down. Heaven help me if I have to tip my head and look up.
Tomorrow I'm determined that I'm going to start negotiations to get the truck sold. Boy and I will be going out in the late morning to start that. I'm hoping that I'll get it sold by Wednesday. We'll see. Either way, it'll be started. I wish I could go out of town to do this as I could get a better price, but I wouldn't have a ride back to Saskatoon.
I found more murder and mayhem full episode channel on You Tube. They disappear now and then because of copyright infringement, but they always reappear. This one is a totally new one. Right now I'm watching one about Herb Baumeister, a man who is thought to have murdered a large number of gay men. He was a very closeted gay man (married with kids, religious, etc) who picked up gay men in Indianapolis and then strangled them. The way he got them off their guard was to tell them about erotic asphyxia. It's theorized that the first death was an accident and he got a thrill from that. From then on there was no turning back for him. He killed himself in Canada (he managed to leave the USA because of the incompetence of an idiot twat waffle (my new favourite name for those very "special" people) sheriff. They have also theorized that he was the I-70 killer. The bodies of gay men were found up and down the highway for a period of time. After he and his wife purchased a rural home (18 acres), he started leaving the bodies around his property. Anyway, if you're interested, just type his name into the search window of You Tube and you can watch the video for yourself.
Today I did a pee test. More precisely, I made a resident (female) pee into a little plastic container, labelled it and put it in the fridge to be taken to the parole office for them to ship it off to the lab tomorrow. It's one of the more exciting things I have to do for my job.
I had more sticky dreams. I hate those. The colour the entire day. One was about school, again. I haven't been in university since 2010. I didn't take any science, English or history classes. This one involved physics. I had attended a physics class, but had the feeling it was one of the few I'd been at. I had to write up two experiments, one a theoretical mind experiment, another had to actually been done. Oddly enough, in my dream, I did homework. Yes, I did homework. That in itself is very weird. Then I had to get to my classes. I had no idea when they were. I had to go to my online calendar to see where and when they were. At the time I was looking them up, I was supposed to be in class. So I made an excuse for not going. The weird thing was that it was the university web site, but the class I was taking was at a technical school in my old home town. I was living with my parents, but they weren't there. It was weird and left me in a mood all day yesterday. Last night the dream involved Boy but it wasn't him. I mean, the face and such was Boy, but it was supposed to be someone else. I guess this makes sense considering that supposedly we only see the faces of people we already know. The fatigue of these dreams continues to hang on. Sticky dreams tend to be very clear dreams. Interestingly, articles I've read about these kinds of vivid dreams either indicate brain damage occurring or else I'm a really creative person and my brain activity reflects that aspect of myself. Right now, I'd be more prone to believe the brain damage part.
Tomorrow I'm determined that I'm going to start negotiations to get the truck sold. Boy and I will be going out in the late morning to start that. I'm hoping that I'll get it sold by Wednesday. We'll see. Either way, it'll be started. I wish I could go out of town to do this as I could get a better price, but I wouldn't have a ride back to Saskatoon.
I found more murder and mayhem full episode channel on You Tube. They disappear now and then because of copyright infringement, but they always reappear. This one is a totally new one. Right now I'm watching one about Herb Baumeister, a man who is thought to have murdered a large number of gay men. He was a very closeted gay man (married with kids, religious, etc) who picked up gay men in Indianapolis and then strangled them. The way he got them off their guard was to tell them about erotic asphyxia. It's theorized that the first death was an accident and he got a thrill from that. From then on there was no turning back for him. He killed himself in Canada (he managed to leave the USA because of the incompetence of an idiot twat waffle (my new favourite name for those very "special" people) sheriff. They have also theorized that he was the I-70 killer. The bodies of gay men were found up and down the highway for a period of time. After he and his wife purchased a rural home (18 acres), he started leaving the bodies around his property. Anyway, if you're interested, just type his name into the search window of You Tube and you can watch the video for yourself.
Today I did a pee test. More precisely, I made a resident (female) pee into a little plastic container, labelled it and put it in the fridge to be taken to the parole office for them to ship it off to the lab tomorrow. It's one of the more exciting things I have to do for my job.
I had more sticky dreams. I hate those. The colour the entire day. One was about school, again. I haven't been in university since 2010. I didn't take any science, English or history classes. This one involved physics. I had attended a physics class, but had the feeling it was one of the few I'd been at. I had to write up two experiments, one a theoretical mind experiment, another had to actually been done. Oddly enough, in my dream, I did homework. Yes, I did homework. That in itself is very weird. Then I had to get to my classes. I had no idea when they were. I had to go to my online calendar to see where and when they were. At the time I was looking them up, I was supposed to be in class. So I made an excuse for not going. The weird thing was that it was the university web site, but the class I was taking was at a technical school in my old home town. I was living with my parents, but they weren't there. It was weird and left me in a mood all day yesterday. Last night the dream involved Boy but it wasn't him. I mean, the face and such was Boy, but it was supposed to be someone else. I guess this makes sense considering that supposedly we only see the faces of people we already know. The fatigue of these dreams continues to hang on. Sticky dreams tend to be very clear dreams. Interestingly, articles I've read about these kinds of vivid dreams either indicate brain damage occurring or else I'm a really creative person and my brain activity reflects that aspect of myself. Right now, I'd be more prone to believe the brain damage part.
Thursday, May 21, 2015
The Long Weekend That Never Was
Being short-staffed sucks sometimes. there was no one who was able to work the midnight to 8 am shift on Wednesday so I covered. I didn't have to, but my two supervisors would have had to work the shift. They would have divided it between the two of them. One has a baby under 2years and the other is a day person. So being the kind, wonderful person that I am, after only about 3 hours in the previous 36, I covered the shift. When I got home there was no dallying in going to bed and certainly no dallying in falling asleep. I don't remember much after laying my head down. Of course, this meant that the truck didn't get sold. I guess that's next Tuesday's work.
Having to work meant that my long weekend didn't happen. I'll be taking my time-in-lieu on June 4. I could take it in pay, but taxes always snag too much. I'd rather have the time off. I had already booked the time off and was going to use a vacation day to cover it. Now I don't have to. There are new staff coming on board soon, so once their training is complete I have a better chance of actually taking a sick day off rather than having to tough it out and come in. What a concept!
The truck got detailed on Tuesday. This was the reason I was so tired on the work shift I filled as I was unable to fall asleep on Monday night. This meant that the last time I'd slept was Monday in early afternoon. I took the truck to Caliber Home and Auto (they spelled Calibre wrong, they also do furnace duct cleaning) to get detailed. I took it there because it was the first one who could take the truck before mid-July. They did an awesome job. I'm sure there were things shining that hadn't ever shined in the time we owned the truck. As well, the windows were better than crystal clear. Not only were things shining, but the truck smells a whole lot nicer than it did before. I was always getting the odd whiff of cigarette smoke in the truck. No one smoked in it after we bought it, it was from previous owners. Now there's nothing but a pleasant, clean smell.
After the truck is sold (hopefully by Thursday next week) I'm getting my truck fully detailed, inside and out. I'm even going to have my engine washed. It's expensive, but betting the entire thing dome means: 1. I don't have to try to do that; 2. the leather seats will be conditioned, something that should be done anyway; 3. component parts get cleaned and reduce corrosion issues; 4. I don't have to try to get the last bumper sticker off my truck, they can do it. I think that's reason enough, not that I have to justify it, but a really good hand wax job will last a whole lot longer from the detailing shop than it does from a quickie touchless car wash.
I have decided to stop waxing off my mustache. I have a fine growth of middle-aged, post-menopausal facial hair under my nose. I had been waxing it off when I noticed it, but have since thought better of that. First off, it hurts. It hurts a lot. Don't let anyone tell you any different. Second, who the hell cares? I'll still pluck the chin hairs. They stick out and I don't like them.
On that note, I'll stop here.
Having to work meant that my long weekend didn't happen. I'll be taking my time-in-lieu on June 4. I could take it in pay, but taxes always snag too much. I'd rather have the time off. I had already booked the time off and was going to use a vacation day to cover it. Now I don't have to. There are new staff coming on board soon, so once their training is complete I have a better chance of actually taking a sick day off rather than having to tough it out and come in. What a concept!
The truck got detailed on Tuesday. This was the reason I was so tired on the work shift I filled as I was unable to fall asleep on Monday night. This meant that the last time I'd slept was Monday in early afternoon. I took the truck to Caliber Home and Auto (they spelled Calibre wrong, they also do furnace duct cleaning) to get detailed. I took it there because it was the first one who could take the truck before mid-July. They did an awesome job. I'm sure there were things shining that hadn't ever shined in the time we owned the truck. As well, the windows were better than crystal clear. Not only were things shining, but the truck smells a whole lot nicer than it did before. I was always getting the odd whiff of cigarette smoke in the truck. No one smoked in it after we bought it, it was from previous owners. Now there's nothing but a pleasant, clean smell.
After the truck is sold (hopefully by Thursday next week) I'm getting my truck fully detailed, inside and out. I'm even going to have my engine washed. It's expensive, but betting the entire thing dome means: 1. I don't have to try to do that; 2. the leather seats will be conditioned, something that should be done anyway; 3. component parts get cleaned and reduce corrosion issues; 4. I don't have to try to get the last bumper sticker off my truck, they can do it. I think that's reason enough, not that I have to justify it, but a really good hand wax job will last a whole lot longer from the detailing shop than it does from a quickie touchless car wash.
I have decided to stop waxing off my mustache. I have a fine growth of middle-aged, post-menopausal facial hair under my nose. I had been waxing it off when I noticed it, but have since thought better of that. First off, it hurts. It hurts a lot. Don't let anyone tell you any different. Second, who the hell cares? I'll still pluck the chin hairs. They stick out and I don't like them.
On that note, I'll stop here.
Saturday, May 16, 2015
So. Today is Saturday. I’m struggling, or rather still struggling. I don’t know how to grieve. Is there a right way to grieve, a wrong way? I’m not a person who is willing to show a lot of painful stuff. I don’t generally cry in public. That takes an overwhelming amount of stress. I’m not overwhelmed. I’m just not alright. I don’t know if I’ll ever be alright.
I sometimes wonder if I'll ever want to search for someone else to spend my life with. It's a purely intellectual exercise. Anyone who would want to spend time with me would have to 1. be okay with not having sex with me; 2. be okay with not getting a whole lot of snuggling; 3. understand that I need a lot of alone time; 4. understand that I'm peopled out really easily; 5. understand that my work requires that I keep many things confidential. Think there's anyone in the world okay with those things? Yeah. Neither do I. However, all that's moot since I don't want to have anyone else in my life. It's not that I feel like I'd be dishonouring Thomas in any way, he'd want me to be happy. It's that getting, forming and maintaining a relationship, especially a close relationship, is very energy intensive. I don't have that energy.
I sometimes wonder if I'll ever want to search for someone else to spend my life with. It's a purely intellectual exercise. Anyone who would want to spend time with me would have to 1. be okay with not having sex with me; 2. be okay with not getting a whole lot of snuggling; 3. understand that I need a lot of alone time; 4. understand that I'm peopled out really easily; 5. understand that my work requires that I keep many things confidential. Think there's anyone in the world okay with those things? Yeah. Neither do I. However, all that's moot since I don't want to have anyone else in my life. It's not that I feel like I'd be dishonouring Thomas in any way, he'd want me to be happy. It's that getting, forming and maintaining a relationship, especially a close relationship, is very energy intensive. I don't have that energy.
Friday, May 15, 2015
Just Stumbling Along
Powerful Photos
You'll either feel so much smarter, or feel your IQ descend into the abyss
What women carry to protect themselves that men don't even think about
Historical photographs
Colour palettes created from nature
Wall art that can be done with or without kids
A recipe that looks really good for summer (I'd have to find some other kind of yellow vegetable because I can't eat corn)
Nature proving that what shouldn't exist actually exists and makes scientists rethink their ideas of what should and shouldn't exist
Tying the perfect bow
We're getting rather pathetic
You'll either feel so much smarter, or feel your IQ descend into the abyss
What women carry to protect themselves that men don't even think about
Historical photographs
Colour palettes created from nature
Wall art that can be done with or without kids
A recipe that looks really good for summer (I'd have to find some other kind of yellow vegetable because I can't eat corn)
Nature proving that what shouldn't exist actually exists and makes scientists rethink their ideas of what should and shouldn't exist
Tying the perfect bow
We're getting rather pathetic
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Prison, Penguins and Poltergeists
I talked to a co-worker about my prison/illegal activity dreams and according to the dream dictionary, I’m having issues of feeling trapped, or oppressed. That’s interesting. Sort of. I don’t know how accurate that is, but it’s interesting.
What to talk about today. I’m back at work after two days off. My weekends are entirely too short. This coming weekend is Victoria Day long weekend, so I have Monday off. Then after one regular week, I have another long weekend. I’m rather looking forward to my long weekends. Boy is doing laundry on Monday so I’ll have clean clothes, though he’s doing some tomorrow to ensure I make it to then. I totally forgot yesterday. I lead such an exciting life.
Today’s Aunty Acid calendar quote is funny. “Three out of the four voices in my head want to sleep…the other wants to know if penguins have knees. I wonder if they do. Apparently they do according to the New England Aquarium’s site. Learn a new thing every day.
I finished watching all the episodes of The Dead Files. I know that they put only the most exciting cases on but how many ghosts can there be that want to kill the living? Then I got to wondering if I’m making imprints, residuals, on the places that I live. I have gone through some very trying times (as have most people) and I wonder if some of my emotional issues are (or have been) left behind to bother some poor sucker after I’ve departed this mortal coil. Would I become a conscious entity (more conscious than I usually am) in some place that I’ve lived in? It’s interesting to contemplate.
What to talk about today. I’m back at work after two days off. My weekends are entirely too short. This coming weekend is Victoria Day long weekend, so I have Monday off. Then after one regular week, I have another long weekend. I’m rather looking forward to my long weekends. Boy is doing laundry on Monday so I’ll have clean clothes, though he’s doing some tomorrow to ensure I make it to then. I totally forgot yesterday. I lead such an exciting life.
Today’s Aunty Acid calendar quote is funny. “Three out of the four voices in my head want to sleep…the other wants to know if penguins have knees. I wonder if they do. Apparently they do according to the New England Aquarium’s site. Learn a new thing every day.
I finished watching all the episodes of The Dead Files. I know that they put only the most exciting cases on but how many ghosts can there be that want to kill the living? Then I got to wondering if I’m making imprints, residuals, on the places that I live. I have gone through some very trying times (as have most people) and I wonder if some of my emotional issues are (or have been) left behind to bother some poor sucker after I’ve departed this mortal coil. Would I become a conscious entity (more conscious than I usually am) in some place that I’ve lived in? It’s interesting to contemplate.
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
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