27 December 2008

What Was I Thinking???


Yeah, I worked Christmas Eve, and it was busy until we finally shut down at 9. I went home and ate something, as ws intending to go to midnight services whe my friend D. called and we ended up talking for about two hours about everything and nothing. He will be back in town for school in a week or so, and I have missed him.

I volunteered to work Christmas from 8-4, my reasoning being that (1) All my friends are out of town;(2) I have no family here and (3) Come on: it'll be a slow day, with people coming in to pick up a few things here and there that they might have forgotten ... What was I thinking???

Christmas morning it was about seventy degrees Fahrenheit (21 C) and 80% humidity, so I didn't get to use the really kewl bike tights that my sister sent me (and I haven't yet). I got to work and, within minutes, the store was packed with customers. These people were not just picking up a few things: they were loading up their carts with every kind of foodstuff imaginable! It was horrible! It never stopped! I never got a break and barely got to run to the toilet a couple of times. When it was time to close up the store, people still kept coming in. We had to lock the entrance door and post an employee there to keep them from coming in the exit door!

Of course, we were way understaffed, because nobody expected this much business, and the store was staffed completely by volunteers. We made at least a dozen closing announcements and finally, a manager had to walk around the store and tell individual customers, who were still shopping as though it were any other day, to please get the fuck out. It was hell.

The liquor side was shut, so I didn't get whisky for my egg nog. I wanted to eat somewhere, but everything was shut except for IHOP and Jack-in-the-Crack, so I went home, fixed a frozen dinner, and watched Almodovar until I got tired enough to sleep. That was my Christmas, and it sucked greatly. On top of that, I had to work Boxing Day, too, and every day until Monday, which will be the first time I have had time to think in a week.

The moral of this story is: even if they pay you extra to work on holidays, if you have anything, I mean anything better to do, do yourself a favor and do that instead. This season is enough of a retail hell without adding insult to injury.

Peace. Out.

23 December 2008

Poo Days


Long time no blog. I admit to being a little be-otch. Many, many things be happening, O, Best Beloved. I sure hope this is in Lucinda Grave. I Love sans serif fonts!

Well, I wasn't, at least last week. Poor little thing, I was smitten from below by a nasty virus from Hell. Oh, shit .. LC isn't!!! Oh well. Serifs will have to do. Are you out there? Hello?

Anyway, I got this nasty poo virus. I call it a nasty poo virus because that's all you do, is hurt in your vitals and poo a lot, and the poo is legendary. The beginning is what we here in South Louisiana call "gumbo poo", and ends with the "Hershey squirts". It is accompanied by gastric disturbances that rival the separation of California from the rest of America by gastric default. Can I describe it better? The rumble in the jungle is the rumble in your pants.

So, I get over that. It cost me a day off work, which I can't really afford, being a wage slave. It also wiped (pun intended) out my supply of toilet tissue. So, I had to go to work to resupply my TP.

It has been hot and cold: one day it is around freezing and the next day I can ride in a t-shirt and bike shorts. It has been rather pretty out. Ducks be ducking, on the lakes. I be ducking traffic. Today is no different. Here, I was planning a day with no stress, just writing, watching movies (Fern loaned me a bunch of Almodovar) and (leisurely) putting my new house in order, and I get called in to work. Well, I can use the money, so I am going. Beats beating off (not really, but that doesn't pay a lot), so, it's into my tiny shower and a sprint to the store for me.

It's not cold now, but I'm taking my ski gloves anyway. Last night, my fingers got frosty. The wind is from the North, so it's easy riding to work. Wind in my face tonight, I guess.

15 December 2008

Devon Sawa Rules!


Okay. Take it for granted that there are a lot of cute boys in the world: straight people keep popping them out like Jiffy Pop. Thank you, Straight People: I admire your work, though I would not like to have to do it. One of the absolutely cutest boys to ever exist is Devon Sawa. I know that I shall be judged for my shallowness (after all, a man should not be judged by the way he looks, but for his character), but you are all guilty of it. If you weren't, there would be no tabloid industry.

Devon, as a young man (he is now 30) was absolutely beautiful. He never was a great actor, although his work in Idle Hands, with Seth Green, was noticeable, but he was always nice to look at, and I have seen (and collected) all of his films, as way back as Twister. Oh, how gay, you might say, but then, I am. I also really like young men, and that isn't a new thing: I liked them when I was young.

Well, I haven't seen Devon in anything in awhile, and I miss him. He's supposed to have a new film out next year. I hope he hasn't gotten fat, and that he dosen't have to actually act much, because his forte' is just looking totally edible. Not that I really want to put Devon down, because I really appreciate all he has done to make the world a more beautiful place. And, I mean that.

Which brings me to the philosophical question that seems to seep into many of my posts: what happens to aging faggots?

There is a generation gap in the gay world. We had our own holocaust, and it was called AIDS. Nazis didn't do it, and, despite the blatherings of the religious right, we didn't exactly do it to ourselves even if Larry Kramer said that we were "fucking ourselves to death". I remember those times. I was there. I'm not saying that Devon is gay. He just represents youth lost.

Youth lost is never found again. That's why I am glad that Devon is still around. I find him inspiring. There are not a lot of guys my age around. There are older guys and there are younger ones. There is about a twenty-year gap in gay male culture. This has made a profound difference in our lives, although a lot of guys are too focused on fashion to realise it. Younger men used to pair off with older men: this has been an aspect of gay culture from ancient Greece. Now, younger men pair off together, which leaves old fuckers like me out in the cold.When you are old and gay and single, it is like a life's sentence: you are condemned forever o be alone. Of course, you are allowed on night stands and stand-up sex in public toilets, but forget having a "meaningful relationship". I hate being old and gay.

Devon rules because he is beautiful. Though he may age, his image in film is a consntant reminder to me of what it was like to be young and cute. And, in a culture that worships youth, as ours does, gay or straight, he belongs in my Pantheon.

14 December 2008

Too Few Fonts!


Watched two awful disaster things last (let's see if it works), changing fonts, I mean. Oh, kewl: Courier! Used to have an old typewriter with Courier on it, only you couldn't change fonts, because they were built with set keys, one for each of two characters, which were chosen by a shift key which literally raised the key higher, so that it would strike an inked ribbon that scrolled past, leaving a character upon a piece of white paper. If you needed copies, you used carbon paper, and hit the keys a lot harder. That was a way to make a good impression.

Now I'm learning Bluetooth: go figure.

Oh, Gawd that felt good! I was tired of reminiscing over Courier. After all, I have been friends of a lot of fonts. I really have to thank Tal and Dave for that. I wish Garaband were availible: I love to write in Garaband: even the Italics look good.


There are a bunch of straight kids partying in the courtyard to the East. They are drunk and shouting and breaking things.

Pakistan's stern warning to the United States after our last incursion their territory is for internal use only. A lot of nations (including this one) make public statements for home consumption, with deals uder the table to do things which are otherwise, impossible. The words 'honesty' and 'politics' have only passing association. Pakistan is only too willing to have US military forces clean up paramilitary groups within their borders, as long as the people of Pakistan are aware that every effort is being taken to keep infidels off of their soil. Go figure.

I guess they went somewhere else to party. It is quiet now. Finals are over this week-end and the neighbuorhood will be very quiet, as students return to their families for the holidays. Meant to write more, but I.am tired. Going to warch the end of this movie with Kevin Spacey in it and crash. Wash day is tomorrow,




13 December 2008

Bluetooth Dentures


I think I need bluetooth dentures. Okay, I am an old dewd, but I have definitely paid my cyber-debt, and I deserve my cyber-props. When I embarked upon this journey into an alternate lifestyle (not the fag one: the matrix) I took it for granted that the younger gay/jock/techno-geeks would keep up with me, even surpass me in my endless quest for a more complicated way to do a simple thing, through technology. Alas, and Alack (his cousin?), t'was not to be.

So, like, I got this little bluetooth adapter for my laptop, so I could better connect to to my kewl new phone, which has already baffled me, except I just found out how to do a direct link with it through an USB adapter, so, not bothered by hubris, I bought the damned thing, uploaded the software, and sought out to connect my utterly kewl new phone to my laptop by bluetooth.

Well, after about two hours, I finally found my phone's signal, and my laptop claimed that it knew my phone intimately, that they had been friends for years, had double-dated, in fact, and belonged to the same lodge. My phone keeps saying: "please wait".

Okay. So, correct me if I'm wrong: bluetooth is a protocol that allows cross-platforming between different devices (printers, mobiles, PDAs, laptops, blenders, vibrators) on a high-frequency, multi-sharing self-supporting network which allows open networking and closed, security-enabled data exchange within a short distance. Whew! Is that right? Am I stupid?

Maybe I just need bluetooth dentures. Okay: I loaded the software. I plugged the adapter into my USB port. I read the manual (which is written in 30 languages, but still doesn't tell you anything). I found my phone and asked bluetooth to add it, so I could experence connectivity beyond my imagination. I did everything right, according to the Slovenian instructions, and my phone says:"please wait." It has said that for an hour. I feel underdressed at a good restaurant.

This totally sucks, as I am ready to embrace the brave new world of bluetooth. How can technology deny someone who is so blithe to come to it?

Go figure.

12 December 2008

Which Venture Brother?


Like the font really changes ... ain't seen it yet. I switched to Lucida Grande and it looks just like Trebuchet when I post it. Suckoreenee. Tal would appreciate what I'm saying, as would Dave, if they ever read this crap.

Well, working as a cashier in a grocery store sucks, even if you don't have a college degree. It sucks for all of us. It's been slow, after Thanksgiving, and it will pick up soon (I hope), because time stands still when it's slow. Of course, we are expected to do something, even when there is nothing to do. There is a current crackdown on idle time, with the LPs watching tapes to find out just who is chewing gum, reading mags or talking on their cells when they are bored out of their fucking minds. The endless Christmas music is like having a cheese grater applied to your fingertips and then having them dipped in a mixture of acid and hot sauce, while being continuously flogged by a cat-o-nine-tails made up of live cobras who have just been in serious arguments with mongeese (or 'gooses'?), who have just come in from all-nighters with the boys, smelling of whisky, having lost a large amount of what passes for mongoose money, fought with their mongoose wives, and anticipating Kiplingesque hangovers. Yes, it is that bad.

Idiots come into groceries. Of course they do: everyone has to buy food. Sometimes I believe that there is a vast idiot electromagnet under this town. It was turned on last night. People do the stupidest things. They expect you to read their minds. Some of them want every bag filled to bursting. Others want two items per bag. Some want the gallon bottle of milk bagged, whilst others will fix you with the death eye for daring to bag their milk. It is nuts.

I hate the fuckers who talk on their cells the whole time they are dealing with me: it is like I don't even exist. Some of them actually look annoyed if you speak to them and interrupt their conversations. I feel like taking my phone out and dialing someone at random and talking to them, just to piss the cunts off. How rude can you be? Very. You will never experience true rudeness until you have worked in a grocery check-out. When a price is wrong, it is your fault. When something won't ring up, it's your fault. When they read the goddamned price wrong, or they have the wrong item for the coupon, because they are stupid, it is your fault. When they just flat can't count, and you have to void half an order, it is your fault. Fuck.You can't win. All you can do is smile and be fucking polite.

Sometimes, when a customer is on its cell, I will mouth words, without speaking, until they have to put the damned thing down and actually talk to me. That's my puny revenge.

So, I stayed up all night, doing lots of stuff, some creative and some just jerking off. I watched Venture Brothers on Adult Swim (which I've mentioned before). It's a way kewl cartoon. I started thinking: if I was a cartoon guy, which Venture Brother would I really want to do? Hmmm... This took some thought. I like skinny, geeky guys a lot, so I thought about doing Dean. Dean is an obvious bottom boy, and he has freckles, and I love freckles. I'm sure Dean would love to take it up the ass. On the other hand, I love blond boys (like me) and Hank is blond. Hank is stockier, and, though I do like skinny boys, he definitely has the more spankable bottom. I'd definitely let Hank fuck me.

OMG ... I am fantasising about cartoon boys: I really need to get laid, RIGHT AWAY!

Sneaux?



Yes, I have been remiss ... I haven't written on my damned blog in a week, but my excuse is that quite a lot has happened (which I will relate more of in a later post/and/or post(s). For one thing, I am no longer homeless, thanks to my friend Chester and a hell of a lot of running around on my part, doing things. I didn't get the place I initially wanted, but, as it turns out, this is probably going to work out better, at least for now. It is actually about 40m from the place where I lived, years ago, on Highland, even thought the building has been torn down and a Jack-in-the-Box now stands there (more about that later).

So, even though it is an "efficiency" walk-up (which means carrying my bike up and down a flight of stairs), it has quite a lot of space and an actual view, albeit of the JITB parking lot, so I can watch people driving through and buying crappy food all day long, if I get really, really bored. I have been luxuriating in the total freedom of actually having a place to stay (which mostly means goofing off a lot and taking LOTS of naps). I actually get to cook food now, because I have a refrigerator that has real food in it, not MREs or take-out. Tonight, I had a bit of steak, a baked potato with sour cream and chives, and yes, oh yes, my very first egg nog of the season (with a stiff shot of whisky in it!). Oh, bliss!

Oh, yeah: I have an inflate-O-bed, with real sheets and pillows and a comforter on it, and a gas fire (so what if it isn't a fireplace?), and a brand new microwave that I just got, which is really cool, and didn't cost me much; and (best of all) I can snag two WiFi signals for free, even though the reception is poor, so I really can't do YouTube or other video ,most of the time: I still have to go to Cc's or someplace else for that. So,it's heaven on Earth.

So, I worked until 8 yesterday, and, when I got off, it was near freezing and pouring rain, and the weatherman (or men or women) had predicted snow. For some reason, people here find it necessary to spell snow as sneaux, as kind of a cutesy faux (real word) French word. The real French word for snow is niege, which hasn't got an 's' in it at all. Go figure. I rode my bicycle home (as usual) and was half-frozen and wet from the waist down when I got home (great word!). I lit the fire, stripped off my wet clothes, dried off, got into dry ones, and fixed dinner.

When you ride a bike in the rain, the back wheel throws water up your back. The water proceeds down the middle of your back, into your shorts, down your butt-crack and thoroughly saturates your balls. This is unpleasant. Just as unpleasant is having splash from the road fill your shoes, so your feet are cold and wet, as well. The feeling of wet nuts, a wet bottom and sloshy feet is indescribable: it took about an hour for my testicles to reappear: they were in hiding.

I got all comfy and warm and ate and watched Dark Knight, which was extremely kewl, and goofed off for awhile. I stay up late, so I was still up around 3:30, when I heard this familiar tapping noise on my window. I though, "no, it can't be ...", but, when I looked out the window, yes, it was actually snowing. This is South Louisiana ... snow is a rarity here. I went outside and took some video with my phone and some pictures, which I uploaded. I am going to try to put them on this blog.

The whole city pretty much shut down the next day (which is today): all the schools and a lot of government offices were closed. They closed a lot of bridges (which we have a lot of here) so a lot of people didn't make it to work. I don't like snow. I remember the very first time I met snow, when I was about 3. My parents thought it would be fun to dress me up in a little "snow suit" and take me outside and take pictures of me and the snow. I hated it and started crying. You can tell by my face in the pictures that I thoroughly hated it. Had I been older, I would have called Family Services on them. How sadistic! I could have gotten frostbite, and lost my fingers, and not been able to type this, years later. What a loss to the world that would have been!

At any rate, I'm going to try putting photos and maybe some video in my blog. I'll try to post more and fill in some of the other stuff that's happened lately. For now, I'm going to have another egg nog, with plenty of whisky: it's good against the cold. That's my excuse, and, if not medical science, then those big dogs with the Swiss ski patrols, at least, will back me up (or, is that brandy?).


02 December 2008

Fate


Okay. So, I put down a deposit on a place, but the guy who is supposed to have moved out hasn't yet, so I am supposed to have a place I can move to this week, but it might not be the place I want, but another place, in Spanish Town, where my friend Ben used to live, but that guy hasn't moved out yet, either. None of this really bothers me much, considering how totally fucked up my life has been lately. Why should anything go according to plan? I'm getting used to making two or three plans at the same time, because at least one of them is bound to fail.

Spent the last night on Travis' floor. I can tell that having to temporarily house me is wearing on him somewhat, but he has really been super about the whole thing, and so has Fernando. We will ALL be glad when Carl has his own place.

Went by work to check my schedule and grab something to eat yesterday and Ken (who used to be my boss, in the liquor department) asked me if I could work a couple of hours for him because one of his people called in sick, so I did, only I wound up closing. That was okay, because I can use the hours, and I wouldn't have had anything to do, anyway, except what I'm doing now, which I can't do all the time because it would make me monomaniac. When T. (I'm using initials to protect the innocent) came to relieve me at 10, she said that she had chided him for the way he had treated me before, saying, "Now, Carl is saving your ass again. Don't you feel bad?" And, she said, he said yes.

Which brings me to the point of this post, if there is a point to this post:a lot of people actually like me, where I work. Pretty much everyone knows my situation, and several people told me last night that they are glad that things are getting better. One of my co-workers told me that she would help me get furniture, if I need it. Another co-worker told me that he never would have made it through what I have, and that he admired my courage and resourcefulness. So, maybe all of this crap has been for a reason. I hope not. I'm not a big believer in FATE. That implies that I have even less control over my life than I think I do, which is awfully scary.

At any rate, I will give Wallace's office a call today, and, hopefully, find out where I will be living and when I can move in. Travis and Fernando have been so sweet to me, and I really don't want to put them out any more than I already have. Who would ever have thought that my ex-boyfriend and his boyfriend would turn out to be the best friends I have? Go figure.

01 December 2008

Now My Phone Won't Work!

Really! Just spent all that money on a new phone, and thought I had until December 19 to pay the bill, but they changed the billing date (apparently) and so, I went to text Travis and, lo and behold, my fucking phone wouldn't fucking connect! Goddammit! Is there no end to my tribulations?

So, I am back at CC's, blogging and charging. No idea what else to do today. I was hoping that I would be busy moving stuff and getting the electric turned on and starting to get settled in a new place, but not today. Guess not. Probably an MRE tonight and a movie until my battery dies.

I wanted to get one of those inflate-a-beds. I was hoping to sleep on that tonight. Wallace's secretary is supposed to call me tomorrow and let me know when I can expect to move in (and where). I would love an inflate-a-nap now. I wish I could take an inflate-a-nap with me, so, whenever I got bored and had a few minutes, I could inflate it and snooze. That would be so really coolio.

Hope the payment on my phone account goes through soon. Made it at Radio Shack. Supposed to be posted within 4 hours ... usually sooner. What an annoyance. Everything always seems to happen at once. Of course, that makes no sense at all: how could something not happen at once? How else would it happen? "Suddenly, something happened." As opposed to what? "Gradually, something happened?" How about: "It happened in a series of installments, as spelled out precisely in the enclosed brochure." How about: "Nothing happened?" Nothing cannot happen, by definition. "Nothing didn't happen" makes more sense, except for being a double negative of sorts, which makes it grammatically suspect. Which brings me right back to the subject of being bored and having nothing to do, which is probably what drove Nietzsche to stare into the abyss until he went all wobbly and retired from the philosophy business. Damnit, one of the reasons I got this kewl fone was to dispell boredom! Damned abyss pisses me off!

Things Still Suck (Kind of)

Frustration reigns. Went to Wallace's office today to rent the property on State St., but the guys who live there are not out yet, and it may be the middle of the week before they are gone. If they are not out, there is a flat on Spanish Town Rd. that I can have (in the same building that Ben Renda used to live), but that guy is not out either. I would not have a problem moving from the Spanish Town flat to the one in State St., if I wanted to do that later, but I still won't have a place to live until later this week. At any rate, I won't know anything until tomorrow morning, when Wallace's bookkeeper is going to call me. I did pay a deposit, and signed a tentative lease, so I have legal right of occupancy whenever the current residents of either place actually move out. Even if I do wind up in Spanish Town for a while, it will be okay.

So, I don't have anywhere to go tonight.Slept on Travis' and Fernando's floor last night (it was near freezing) but I don't want to presume on them too much. Can't afford another Hotel Night, because I need the money for rent and utilities. Crap.

I am at Zippy's right now, eating lunch and blogging. Don't know what I will do next. I would love a nap. Maybe go to CC's (where I can plug in: there isn't an outlet here). God, I want to take a nap!

So, I am kind of frustrated, but I know something will be better this week. So, if I have to wait a little longer, after all I have been through, it is really minor. It still sucks, though.

30 November 2008

My Phone is Way Kewl!


Well, it was raining for a good part of yesterday, so it was good that I decided to have Hotel Night. Stayed over at La Quinta again (I really like La Quinta), and I got a couple of things I don't get very often: a good wank and a nap. Took a shower and then I had to work 6-12, and then I went back to the hotel and ate a frozen meal (it was Savoie"s Crab and shrimp stew, which is pretty good) and drank cheap Chardonnay (God, am I always drinking cheap Chardonnay, or what?) and watched Adult Swim and tried to figure out my new phone. I mostly played with my phone, because there wasn't any good stuff on AS (no Moral Orel or Squidbillies or Venture Brothers). I hooked it up to my computer and downloaded the software I needed to connect the two. Now, I can manage A/V content on my phone from my laptop. My phone is Bluetooth, too, so if I add a BT adapter to my laptop, I can talk back and forth without a cable: totally kewl! My new phone rocks!

So, I had Saturday off, and I went and had dinner with Travis and Fernando. They went to New Orleans Friday night and hung out with friends and went to The Parade and other places. We wached videos and listened to music and somewhere in there Travis got mad at me and told me to leave, and it was raining, and so I went to the Possum Hilton (Chris seems to have moved on), but then I felt sad and I called him and said "can I please come back inside?" and he said okay, and so I slept on the floor inside again (yay!).

Got up about 6 or so and spent the next several hours online from my phone. I turned on the GPS system and tested it by asking it for directions to Travis' place and it told me to walk East about 10 feet, which I thought was pretty awesome. One of the cool things about this is that, no matter where I am, if I am on network, I can call for help and GPS will tell the authorities where I am. The downside is that I will have to temporarily shelve my plans for global terrorism, now that I can be tracked so easily.

So, we went and did washing, and stopped by the store, and I washed my sleeping bag (which really did need a wash!) and took a shower, and now I am at CC's again. Just figured out how to upload and download images from my phone to my laptop. Way kewl. I still haven't figured out quite how to upload YouTube yet, but that is definitely in the cards.

Tomorrow, I will go and rent 525, and (hopefully) get other stuff paid (like utilities). Asked Travis if he would mind dragging me around a bit and he said no, so (God willing) I should be nice and comfortable tomorrow night. That's about it for now. Sorry it's so boring. Once I get everything kind of squared away, things will get more organised. Should have pictures and video too, soon.

28 November 2008

I Got a New, Kewl Phone!

Lots and lots of things have been happening. Of course, yesterday was Thanksgiving, and Travis and Fernando and I ate shrimp and risotto con funghi and drank wine, and I slept inside (yay!).

Wednesday, Chester came into the store and wroe me a check for $1000 and said: "Carl, go get an apartment. Pay me beck when you can." That was cool. So, now, I have the money fr an apartment. Two hours later, Wallace Eversberg, whom I have rented from before, happened to come into the store and I asked him if he had a one-bedroom open and he said yes, at 525 State, so I told him I would call him about it. Unfortunately for me, it appears that his office is closed today, as well, so I won't be able to rent it until Monday. I have already gone by and looked at it. It is right down the street from Travis' apartment, and David's, so we will all be neighbours (actually, we are already neighbours, only I will actually have an address, now). So, I guess I will spend this week-end outside. I am considering spending the money for a room tonight, since it is supposed to rain (it is sprinkling now) and I will still have enough to pay rent and deposits. I would also dearly love to sleep in a bed, since I haven't since Thursday past. At any rate, I will soon actually live somewhere! Yay!

I got a new phone! It is a Samsung Rant, and I have unlimited data and text on my new contract. It will end up costing me $50, with the mail-in rebate. It is utterly kewl! It's got a slide-out full keyboard and a full-colour screen that flips when you slide the keyboard out. I can access the web with the built-in browser and even connect directly to YouTube (once I figure out HOW to do anything on it). It's really fancy. It's red, too. It's got Google. I have no earthly idea how to use it, although I did manage to make a couple of calls and I think that I actually sent a text message successfully. I am sitting at CC's, going over the manual. I am generally pretty good with tech stuff, so I am sure I will be able to use it after a short period of adjustment. Right now, it has capabilities I haven't even dreamt of yet! Golly!

The girl at the store was really nice. Turns out she writes poetry, so we exchanged e-mail addresses, and she gave me the URL to her own website, and I will check out her poetry. Strange, how I meet interesting people all the time.

Oh, well. Back to the manual. Maybe I can figure out how to blog and vlog from my phone. Hope La Quinta has a room open tonight. Got tomorrow off. Wish I could spend it moving, but I guess Monday will be the day for moving. Good thing my next check wil be a fat one, since I worked the holiday. Maybe things are (kind of) looking up.

25 November 2008

Fake Pee-Pee

I woke up this morning and a maniac with one of those gasoline powered blowers was running amok around the apartment complex where Travis and Fernando live. He was on the other side of the fence that I was sleeping behind and I got a blizzard of wet leaves blown all in my hair and into my sleeping bag, which wasn't a very good way to wake up. They are going to New Orleans today to celebrate Thanksgiving with friends. I work at 6, and I am at CC's (big surprise) for awhile.

It rained a good part of yesterday, so I spent a good part of yesterday here. I went by Travis' place last night, and David was there, and we all ate Chinese take-out and some of David's leftover stir-fry, and had drinks and had a very pleasant evening. David complained to me that he never gets laid, which is silly, because he is 22 and very cute and nice to have around. I would definitely do David, except he would never consider me, since I am old and ugly and deformed ... oh, well. He really has nothing to complain about: He is just starting out in life and has a good shot at happiness, which I don't have. I'm lucky to have a shot at anything. I get wet leaves in my hair.

Anyway, I am going to attempt to put SimCity 4 on my machine today. I have had very little success putting games on my computer. It seems that Vista doesn't like most other programmes in the world and refuses to work with them (or they don't like Vista). Vista sucks. It really sucks worse than any other OS I have ever had to deal with over the years. I hate it. I wish I could get it off of my machine and put XP on it, but I went and bought XP and tried to delete Vista and load XP on it and Vista wouldn't let me. Microsoft crap is so goddamned proprietary: you can't even delete components that you don't want (like Windows Explorer, which I don't use because I use Firefox instead). So, I don't know if Vista will let me install SimCity 4 ... we'll find out.

I work until 12 tonight. Still hoping to hear something from Chester ... I really want to have a place to live this week, so I can be all thankful and everything. So far, this holiday season is not shaping up very well. So, until such time as I hear from him, life goes on in its usual sucky manner.

An un-named person whom I know has to take a pee-pee test for his job, since they are making everybody take pee-pee tests, so he bought some "synthetic" pee-pee from the local head shop, and we were all wondering exactly where the so-called synthetic pee-pee came from. I mean, it would be easier just to use real pee-pee (except, of course, it would degrade and get all ammonia-smelling). Maybe there are preservatives that you could add to it. I shall have to research this further. I mean, what the hell else do I have to do, anyway?

This pee-pee came from Cincinnati, but (I conjectured) it might have been shipped in bulk from China, where little boys are paid a pittance to make pee-pee into vats. Then, the bulk pee-pee is then sanitised and adjusted for Ph, and preservatives are added, and it is shipped to Ohio (the state that is round on either end and tall in the middle) in rail cars, before being bottled and packaged for end-user end use. Just one more industry being lost to the damned Chinese (unless, of course, little Ohio boys are supplying the pee-pee, which would make it a valued domestic industry that should be protected at all costs). I intend to write the company and ascertain whether or not they are using domestic pee-pee, as opposed to imported. I would definitely NOT use foreign pee-pee, if there were a suitable domestic label available. That would be un-American.

Anyway, it came with a little self-heater pack, like they have with MRE's, so you can warm it to body temperature, since the drug-testing people check for temperature. I really think it is no-ones damned business if I want to smoke weed or not, so long as I don't do it on the job. It all started back with Nancy Reagan and that stupid "just say no" crap, when everyone started passing all kinds of drug laws and everyone decided to start testing all their employees for everything. It not only created drug-testing industry, but a fake pee-pee industry as well. So, I guess we should all be thankful that drug paranoia has provided more jobs.

I've got to log off. Got to pee-pee. I'm not saving it, either.

24 November 2008

Blah Blah Monday Blah Blah

Not much important has happened over the past few days, and I have been working a lot and that's my excuse for not blogging, shallow as it is. It has been rather chilly, and Travis and Fernando let me spend a few nights on their floor in my sleeping bag, which was very much more comfortable than being outside, but last night was more temperate, and I wound up outside again. I thought at first that Travis was cross with me, but it turns out they just wanted some privacy, and it is a bit cramped with m sleeping in the living room. So, I slept outside again last nigh, which wasn't too bad until about 3:30, when it strted raining. I got up in the corner, under the balcony, and stayed relatively dry.

Before I went to sleep, I watched a movie that Travis had just bought, Don't Mess With the Zohan, which was kind of funny. It has Adam Sandler in it as the Mossad's top agent who fakes his own death so that he can emigrate to New York and follow his dream to become a hairdresser. Lots and lots of slapstick, outrageous stunts and off-colour humour. It was amusing.

I took a shower at Travis' place and came here to (you know where) CC's, since I don't work today (I wish I could, even if the past few days at work have been horrible). I am hoping to hear from Chester soon, as I really want to be in my own place by the first of the month, which is next Monday. Since I have today off, it would be an ideal day for getting all the things done that I have to do to get moved, such as pay deposits and arrange for the electricity and water to be turned on. I am hoping that Wallace Eversberg, who was my landlord of many years, has a property open in the State St. area. I intend to call his office this week, as soon as I have the money situation in hand.

Oddly enough, as I was leaving Travis place, I ran into Ned, Wallace's handyman of many years standing, working on one of the rental properties. I asked him if there were any vacant and he said that there were a couple that would be vacant soon, and to call Wallace's receptionist. He told me that he would help me find a place, which was nice of him. He is a good man.

So, anyway, here I am, bored as hell, blogging away (I would much rather have a nap right now). After a while, I will pick up tonight's MRE fro the store, and then I will see if Travis and Fernando mind my compny for awhile tonight. Maybe we can watch a movie. I will be glad when I have somewhere to go again.

20 November 2008

Moral Orel Rules!

So ... FINALLY, Robot Chicken came on Adult Swim. I had to sit through three damned episodes of what may be the lamest cartoon in the modern world, Total Drama Island. This is a badly drawn, cheaply animated animated version of all the idiotic, stupid, worthless, skanky, over-produced, phony (you get my drift) so-called "reality" shows. This was followed by an hour of Family Guy. Okay: I like Seth McFarlane's stuff (some of it), but there have been way too many episodes of FG. Seth: it's time to send this nag off to the knackers. Really.

And ... woe unto me ... I have seen this RC at least four times. This may be my very last Hotel Night, and here I am, stuck watching re-runs on AS, and watching YouTube and blogging at the same time, whilst consuming cheap chardonnay! Jeez, I hope I get to see a good Moral Orel or Squidbillies. And I had such high hopes for the evening...

Did go by Wal-Mart (pleez don't hit me!) and checked out webcams and digital video cameras. As soon as I can, I am going to start uploading video blogs to YouTube. I am also going to have to register a domain name independent of YouTube and actually sit down and author a website. That will be interesting: haven't done that in a while. Also link everything to Facebook and MySpace and as many other internet sources and sharing systems as I can. The whole idea is to get as much of my work out there as I can, generate as much interest as I can and get as much feedback on it as I can. This is going to be my primary occupation, from now on.

Yay! Moral Orel is on! It's the one where Orel discovers masturbation!

So, I'm going to watch AS for awhile and sleep in a real bed. I hope I can resist the urge to masturbate. Don't want to end up like poor Orel. See the episode: God's Chef.

My Game PLan: 20.11.08

Well, got to sleep on Travis and Fernando's floor last night, which was good, because it was about 40 degrees Fahrenheit outside the night before, and it was a lot softer with my sleeping bag on the carpet. Watched Tropic Thunder, which Fernando had just gotten the day before: it was pretty funny. Tom Cruise was hilarious, as was Robert Downey.

The other night, as I was sleeping outside, I heard a disturbance, like footsteps in the leaves, which woke me (any sound that might be a threat wakes me). Well, imagine my surprise when I looked up to see a rather large mother raccoon, carrying one of her kits, headed away from the building behind me. I guess she was moving them to a warmer location. It's amazing, all of the wildlife that exists in the city! I felt like I was in the middle of a nature video.

Anyway, I got up this morning and discovered that I had a bit of gout in my left elbow. I have had problems with gout in the past, but not had an outbreak for several years. I think it is all the coffee I have been drinking at CC's lately. I am having tea right now. Today is, of course, Hotel Day (yay!), and I have my reservation at La Quinta. I am going to work in a few minutes, to get my paycheck and cash it, and then I am going to Wal-Mart, not for any particular reason (which I don't usually do) but just to kill some time, since I can't check into the hotel until 3.

Good news: my friend Chester came by the store last night and told me that he will loan me money next week, so that I can finally get an apartment (big YAY!). This is really good news, and it means that this could be that last Hotel Day, which is kind of sad, but we have to move on in our lives, after all. So, I may have something to be thankful for on Thanksgiving (I am working Thanksgiving, anyway, since I don't have any family to visit and no place to go). I am looking for a turkey MRE ...

Anyway, I work tonight, until 10, but I might get off early because I worked late last night and I will have overtime, which gets everybody all excited and apoplectic. Hey: they keep asking me to work, and I need the money. It isn't like I have a lot else to do, since I don't have a life.

So, my next post should be from the comfort and safety of La Quinta Inn on Acadian Thruway. With luck, I will get off in time to have a nice dinner at Mestizo. That, a bottle of Chardonnay and Adult Swim is my game plan.

18 November 2008

I'm Going to Buy Some Socks Today

Even though yesterday didn't turn out too badly, and I got to spend time with friends and had good food, I am really feeling down right now. I am about to go in to work for 6 o'clock, but I haven't done anything all day except surf the net (mostly UK YouTube) and blog. I really need something more constructive to fill my time. I have been doing some writing, but I need to actually APPLY MYSELF to my serious work more. It's just that I wind up other places all the time, like CC's or Zippy's or Serrano's, blogging and just hanging out, and I feel like I am just spinning wheels and not really going anywhere. I need some kind of direction. I can't just live my life randomly documnting junka as I think of it or as it happens, can I?

Jeez. There are so many talented and amazing young people on YouTube, in the UK. There are a few here, too, but there seems to be more of a unified YouTube community in the UK. Maybe not. Maybe that is just my impression. Yes, it is a powerful tool, as the last election demonstrated, but what will the actual result of all this blogging and vlogging be? I would kind of like to do some of it myself, but I am not sure exactly what I should do. Besides, could someone my age actually do this kind of thing?

I don't know. All I do know, right now, is that I have to go to work, and I am going to stop at Wal-Mart and get some socks, because I don't have any clean socks and only two pair that I am using all the time, and I have to shave when I get to work because I didn't have a chance to shave today. I will see if I can borrow Travis' shower tomorrow morning, so I can be clean for work.

I really want to get out of this situation. I really hate this. It is so depressing. Everybody needs a place to go.

Breakfast at Louie's

Off yesterday, but Travis and Fernando and I ate at the Acme Oyster Bar here in Baton Rouge, and then watched an old Dario Argento film, dubbed in English. I slept on their back porch again. When I woke up I texted Travis and asked him if he wanted to eat breakfast with me (I was starving), but he had things to do today, so I ate a burger at Louie's and went on to CC's, where I am now, drinking an iced coffee and blogging.

They have the cutest little boy working at Louie's. He looks like he is about 15, but he's got to be over 18, because he served us beer once. He is adorable. He has a hot little butt, too. I would like to wrap him up and take him home with me (once I have a home). There was a table full of privileged little snots discussing what is wrong with the world. They came to the conclusion that what is causing so much damage to the economy is working people demanding too much money for their labor. They were opposed to unions, which are destroying the world. They are opposed to undocumented workers, although they seemed to agree that undocumented aliens working in this country are preferable to paying Americans too much money. I don't think one of them has ever worked a day in his or her life. They lamented the fact that Sarah Palin (who can see Russia from her window) isn't going to be our Vice-President. They are worried that America will become a socialist country, where they will be forced to support "people who don't want to work". Fortunately, they left before my nausea ruined my lunch.

Incredible that there are idiots wandering around with such stupid ideas in their heads. These kids have never known a need that wasn't fulfilled for them, probably as soon as they expressed one. I would like to trade places with one of them for a week. A lot of people are too insulated from the realities of life. Not everybody gets to sleep in a warm bed and meet his friends for breakfast at Louie's, where he can solve all of the world's problems in an hour, to the adulation of his peers. I was cold last night. I slept on the ground. I work full time. I will be sleeping on the ground tonight, too. It will be cold. I'm probably depressing the economy by being paid so much. Shame on me.

Anyway, here I am. I don't work until 6, and I get off at midnight. I am still hoping to hear from Chester this week. If I hear from him before Thursday, then I might not even need Hotel Day this week. If I don't hear from him before tomorrow, then Hotel Day is on. At any rate, I have that to look forwards to, even if I don't have an apartment this week. I'd rather have a place to live this week than Hotel Day. That would be like a never-ending Hotel Day! Imagine: a warm, safe place every night, with electricity and running water! Maybe I could even have a real bed! I could always pretend it was a hotel. I could put a chocolate on my pillow for myself every morning, and buy some of those little soaps for the bathroom. Maybe I could invite that cute little boy from Louie's over and abuse his hot little behind ...

Oh, well. It's just a dream until it really happens. He sure is a cutie, tho ...

17 November 2008

A Somewhat Pleasant Week-end

Wow. I actually went two days without blogging. Really, there wasn't much to blog about. Friday, I went by the store to check my schedule and pick up an MRE for dinner, and I wound up working until closing, which was okay because I really didn't have anything to do any way. I wound up sleeping on Travis' back porch, because it was misting rain and there was a cold wind. I huddled up in the back corner of the porch and got a few hours' sleep.

Around 7 AM, Travis came outside and invited me in and I had coffee with them and we just hung out for a while. I got to take a shower and went to work. I was going to meet the for dinner, but they went to Koi with David, and I didn't have a way to change (I couldn't very well walk into a cool sushi place in bike clothes, carrying a backpack), so I ate some awful, dried out chicken tenders from the store, instead.

So, Travis and Fernando and David and I watched movies and hung out and drank beer and got high. We watched Young Frankenstein, The Love Guru and several episodes of Girls Will Be Girls (Travis bought the box set). We all stayed up late and Travis and Fernando let me crash on their floor in my sleeping bag, which was good, because it was about 37 degrees outside. I got to take a shower in the morning before I went to work.

Last night, I slept on the back porch again. It was very cold and I was pretty uncomfortable. I watched the end of Ernest in the Army (not the best of his films) and ate an MRE and went to sleep. About 11:30, I was awakened by two of the neighbors over at the "Hippie House" having a screaming fight, which ended with the girlfriend locking the boyfriend out and him pounding on the door and breaking several windows. She finally told him that she had called the police, and then it quieted down again.

Imagine my surprise about 3 AM, when I was awakened by a loud report. I initially thought boyfriend had returned with a shotgun, but it turned out to be a transformer fuse blowing on a nearby power pole, probably because of the increase demand due to the cold. I went back to sleep and then woke up about 7:30, when all the morning noises started. It was really cold and I didn't want to do anything much, so I tried to just nap for a few hours, but it was so loud that I couldn't really sleep, so I just lay there, listening to all the racket, until I finally got tired of that and got up to go to CC's, so I could go online and recharge my battery.

As I was leaving, I saw Travis, and I texted him later and asked if he wanted to get something to eat tonight, so maybe we can do that, later. Saw David at the store Sunday and he told me that he had had "too many cervezas" Saturday night. He was on his way to work.

I am hoping to hear from Chester this week. It would be nice to end all of this and have a place to live. I am really tired of this. Like, today: all I really wanted was to take a nap for a while, but it was so uncomfortable and loud where I was that I really couldn't. It is nice to have a place that is comfortable and quiet, where you can take a nap if you want. I really like to take a nap sometimes, when I am tired and really don't have anything else to do. It is refreshing. I will be so happy when I can take a nap whenever I want again. That is freedom.

14 November 2008

Beauty is Skin Deep ... Ugly Goes Right to the Bone

Lots to think about tonight, O Best Beloved ...

La Quinta is so kewl ... AC out the butt, no rain, soft bed ... yeh ... you guys get IT. TV!!!!!!!! Adult Swim ... Watching Moral Orel right this MINNIT! Wowsers. Can life really get this FUGGIN good?

Yup ... for tonight. Tomorrow, it's the streets again.

Hey! If there's anybody out there: posted this as a reply to a Newsweek article:

Ugly is relative. Does it apply simply to one who is born genetically deformed or not quite so "beauty-enabled" as, say, a Britney Spears or a Brad Pitt, or is it so expansive a term as to include those whose external appearance may have been compromised by the ravages of time and/or external pressures?

I consider myself fortunate to live in an epoch marked so deeply by a constant devotion to fleeting vision. "In a blink of an eye" is too short a phrase to characterise wholly the constant lack of attention that we, as a shrinking global consciousness give to the fucking obvious.

Oh, the beautiful among us, so perceived, bear forth the fruit of the womb! Isn't that "natural selection"? So, what the hell happens if those who appear most desirable wind up being the dumbest? Hey: I'm an anthropologist: people are, like all living things, eminently adaptable. Could not a case be made here, that ugly people, denied by appearance the choice entitlements in our culture, be evolving higher mentalities, simply to survive?

Think about it, if you can. If you cannot, be beautiful and pop out more stupid pretty things. Don't worry: THE REST OF US WILL CARRY YOUR WEIGHT.

Is it kewl? Is anyone out there? If a byte goes I/O in RAM, and there is no peripheral storage device, is it data?

Peace. Out.

13 November 2008

Police Action

Last night was miserable. I slept behind a building, and the ground was wet and it was damp all night. My sleeping bag got all damp; my clothes, too. I need to wash my sleeping bag so it doesn't mildew. Got up and went to CC's, where I am now, as usual.

Travis texted me that his neighbor had called the police on Chris (the stupid idiot stayed in the PH pretty much all day long, every day!), but he was gone. He'll be back. The problem is that it won't make anything better for me because if I stay there now, I run the risk of someone calling the cops on me, and that's all I need. When I stayed there, I was gone early in the morning and only returned late at night, so very few people even knew I was there. Dumbass slept all day in there, so that residents who went in to wash clothes found him sleeping there. That stupid fucking piece of worthless trash fucked everything up! I hope they catch him there and taser his nuts!

Anyway, I haven't been able to stay there lately, so it doesn't make much difference to me except that I have to be careful not to stay in the same place too many nights in a row or stay too late, so that I am noticed. Its almost like being a fugitive or something. That fuckhead Chris just made things worse, but he is trash, so what do you expect from him? Damn it!

Chatting with Jenni online while I am sitting here. She is at work, but she and I talk during the day whenever I am online. In a little while, I will go by work and get my check. There is a problem there, too (like, I never have problems!): the teller at Chase told me last week that Albertson's no longer has an agreement with Chase to cash our checks, so, if they can't cash it at customer service, I will have to go to Wal-Mart to cash it. Ain't that a bitch! I have to pay my phone bill today and I have a reservation at La Quinta for tonight. I work tonight, too, but I'll probably get off early because they called me in to work yesterday, on my day off. All I do is work.

I need to take quarters and soap with me to La Quinta, so I can wash a few things (like my sleeping bag) tonight. I don't want it to mildew, and it needs washing, anyway. Still haven't heard anything from Chester. I might give him a call tonight, just to touch base, if he doesn't call me. I really need to get off the street. This shit sucks.

That's about it for now. With any luck, my next post will be from the comfort of La Quinta. Won't get to eat dinner over at Mestizo tonight unless I get off kind of early, which is possible, since they don't want me to get overtime. If I get off early enough, I'll eat there after I get back to the hotel.

I sure hope they taser Chris ...

12 November 2008

"Apres moi, la deluge ..."

Spent last night in the corner of Serrano's stage. There was a piece of visqueen there, and I folded it over the railing to give myself a little measure of privacy and cut down on the wind. When I sat down on the wooden stage to unroll my sleeping bag, a big splinter tore a hole in my bike shorts, so I now have a hole in my bike shorts. Great.

Went by the Possum Hilton. Skank Chris was there, all cozy. May he burn in Hell for a thousand eternities! Anyway, I enjoyed a meal of vegetarian penne (MRE), raisins, peanut butter and fruit punch, with carrot cake (combat, individual, one) for desert. While I was eating, Guitar Man came by to retrieve his guitar. He was wearing a silver jacket and his trademark purple pants. He said: "Kind of glad to see you back here." I said: "Not really glad to be back here." Then He said: "You know I keep my guitar here (he does: under the stage)." I said: "Yeah. I won't let anyone bother it while I'm here." He said: "I know you wouldn't. You are okay. You're a grand man." Then he was off to play for money on Chimes St. I have no idea where he stays, but he keeps a bike behind the stage sometimes. I woke up, about 2:30 AM, when he came back and stashed his guitar and left on the bike.

It was kind of muggy last night. While I was watching a movie on my laptop, this girl jumped up on the stage and started dancing around, then jumped down, all without seeing me, in the corner. Sometimes I think I'm invisible, like I have become part of the landscape. I hope not.

When I woke up, it was cloudy and the wind was blowing and a few raindrops were starting to fall. I figured I had beter get somewhere before it started to rain a lot, so I packed up and headed fo CC's, which is where I spend a lot of time these days. I got an iced coffee and a toasted bagel, and had just sat down to eat it when the bottom fell out of the sky, and it started pouring. It's two hours later, now, and it is still raining. It looks like it will rain all day. This totally sucks, as I do not work today, and have no place to go. I do have to go by the store today, to pick up an MRE for dinner tonight. I have three left from the case that Kyle gave me, but there is a lady at work who said she has a bunch of them left over from Gustav, and she would get them together for me, so I guess I'll have enough food for a little while.

I used to love days like today, when I had a place to live. One of life's greatest pleasures is to curl up in bed on a nasty, rainy day like today and listen to the storm outside, and be cozy and dry and warm. Wonder when I'll ever get to do that again. If I could choose to be anywhere right now, it would be in bed.

Right now, I'm just depressed. I feel as grey as the sky outside. I feel like I am fading away into the grey, becoming part of it, indiscernible from everything around me. I feel like I just don't matter any more; like, if I suddenly ceased to exist, all anyone would notice would be a slight popping noise as the air rushed in to fill my empty space. Sometimes, I wonder why I even bother to go on. Today is one of those sometimes.

11 November 2008

Long Night's Journey into Day

Monday sucked, all day long. I wound up at CC's for a few hours, blogged some, wrote some, researched some stuff I was interested in and watched a terrible online movie, "Frankenstein's Daughter", which was made in 1958 and features a be-bop quartet, a girl who drinks spiked fruit punch that makes her buck-toothed and gives her a skin condition, and a monster with a bandaged head, complete with neck-bolts, which runs semi-amok a few times before obligingly setting itself on fire. That was the high point of the day.

Went by Zippy's, and I was going to see if Travis and Fernando wanted to meet me thee to eat. I was going to have a margarita while I waited to hear from them, but the bartender, spying my backpack and sleeping bag, informed me that I would have to order food if I wanted the $2.75 margarita. It was so obvious that she was intent on "keeping the riff-raff out". Bitch. I love it when that happens. It pissed me off. Her attitude was so ... condescending. I told her that I didn't know whether I would be eating or not, and she said, "Well, tell me when you make up your mind." What a cunt!

I finally decided to eat there, and had an order of nachos and a magarita. She was on break, then. She returned while I was eating, and ignored me as if I wasn't there at all. I don't think I will be patronizing Zippy's any more ... at least for a while. Too bad, but I don't like being shit on.

Tammy had asked me if I could come in to work later, so I texted Travis and went by there and borrowed their shower. Then I called Tammy back, but they didn't need me after all, so I hung out with Travis and Fernendo for a while, just listening to music and reading. I am trying not to depend on them too much. I don't want to be a bother, and I don't get much help from anyone else these days. I woul have real trouble keeping a job if it wasn't for the use of their facilities. When things are better, I will have to do some things for them.

Borrowed a movie from Travis and watched it while I ate part of an MRE, back behind the building where I have been sleeping. Chris the Squatter has moved in to the Possum Hilton permanently: he was there when I passed by this morning, about 10:30. He sleeps there most of the day and panhandles in the afternoon. I guess he gets fucked up on something at night, because he usually winds up there late. I wish there was a way to get him out of there, but I guess it doesn't matter much. Maybe the possum will bite him.

It is very uncomfortable, sleeping on the ground in a sleeping bag. If I lie on my back, my back starts to hurt after a while. When I roll over on my side, my hip bones grind into the ground and my arms go to sleep. I keep waking up and rolling over. Also, there is a lot of noise from traffic, people walking around, etc., and that wakes me up, too. I never really get a good night's sleep.

Woke up this morning and had cocoa and chili mac from my MRE for breakfast. While I was eating, a well-dressed woman came up to me and gave me a copy of the Watchtower. Even when you're homeless you can't escape the Jehovah's Witnesses! Go figure.

It is supposed to rain this week, which is not good. It is also supposed to be in the 30s this weekend, which is also not good. I hope the deal with Chester goes through and I can get an apartment soon. Things are going to get very uncomfortable very soon, otherwise.

10 November 2008

Why Monday Sucks

Slept behind the building again, on the hard concrete. It was chilly, but at least it hasn't rained lately. That skank Chris has moved in to the Possum Hilton. He even found a piece of board to cover up the broken window, so he's nice and cozy. It does my heart good to see him so comfortable.

Had a beef stew MRE last night for dinner, along with half a bottle of chardonnay, so it wasn't too bad. I watched a movie(which finished off my battery). This morning, I had the strawberry milk shake that came in the MRE, for breakfast. Not bad. I passed Travis, on his way back from taking Fernando to work, but I don't know if he saw me or not. I am at CC's, like every morning, having an iced coffee and a bagel.

I have today off. I hate days off (unless it is on a Thursday, when I can chill in a hotel room). There is nothing to do, and I have no place to go. I wind up here, for several hours, but there is no place to just chill. I would really like to take a nap right now, but I don't have any place to take a nap. I would like to watch TV right now, but I don't have a place to watch TV, unless I go some place with TVs, like Zippy's, and then I have to watch what is on their TVs, which is usually fucking ESPN, and I get really tired of fucking ESPN. How the hell can anyone watch so much sports?

Really! I am interested in sports somewhat. I like to watch football and baseball and tennis. But how can you be so obsessed with sports that you have to know all the stats of all the players and all the coaches and the favorite vacation spots of the team and the names of the owners' pet llamas? Come on! Is this a straight guy thing and I just don't get it? Do I really want to get it? It all seems like an incredible waste of time and effort. I guess it's better than smoking crack.

I just hope Chester comes through and I can get an apartment soon. It will be so nice just to relax and do nothing, in comfort and safety. It will be nice to actually buy food and cook it, something I haven't done in a long time. It will be nice to sleep in a real bed, every night, with real sheets: not just a sleeping bag on the ground. It will be nice to be inside. Right now, it's like a dream.

I will have to get some furniture, of course. I don't even have a bed any more. All my furniture went when I had to move out of the apartment in Tigerland. I hope Jeremy rots in hell, the little creep. Leaving me stuck with all the bills was one thing, but charging his cell phone to my account after he left (which destroyed my bank account) was really low. Haven't heard anything from Jeremy ... maybe he's dead!

It will take a while to accumulate furniture. I'll start off with just the basics: like a bed, a table, something to store clothes in and some shelves for books, CDs and DVDs (which I have a lot of). It will be so nice to have my few remaining possessions with me, instead of in a storage shed out on Coursey Blvd. It will be nice to have fresh fruit and vegetables, too. I miss fresh vegetables.

Oh, well. So much for the dream: it's back to reality today.

09 November 2008

Boring-ass Sunday

Had a shitty day at work yesterday. For some reason, both w. and J. (Front-end Managers) were totally on the rag about everything: J. mostly about people punching in and out on time and taking breaks and other BS, ad nauseam. Slept very poorly (on Serrano's stage), because Chris the Squatter has taken up permanent residence in the Possum Hilton, and I can't get him to leave. Fernando said that he would "get him out", which would be great. When I left his morning (after spending the night in the open, behind a building) the skank was still asleep there.

Went to CC's, where I am now, and had coffee and a bagel. Got instructions from 2K on how to fix Civ IV, and re-installed it, but I haven't tried to play it again, yet. Hope it works. I work at noon, in about an hour.

While I was sitting here, one of the local bums, and obnoxious little one-eyed prick named Juan, came into CC's. I never though of him as a coffee drinker. He didn't buy anything, just disappeared. A while later, I went to the bathroom, and, on the floor next to the toilet was an almost-empty half-pint of Heaven Hill whiskey (Juan's favorite libation, which he generally purchases at Albertson's liquor store with hands full of change and filthy, wadded-up bills). Go figure. The guy is stashing his booze in the toilet at CC's and hitting it back there. What a skank! He was banned from the store because he threatened one of the managers. He is a nasty little guy. He stinks. He walks with a cane.

I was feeling very depressed yesterday. When I got off, I went by Travis' apartment, and we sat around for a while and got high. I took a shower before I left, because I have to work at noon, so no laundry and lunch for me today. I work until 9, and then I don't really have anywhere to go, since Chris is still occupying the PH. Fucker. I will be glad to leave all this crap behind me. Anyway, I didn't get raped and/or murdered last night, which is a good thing, I guess. I'm off tomorrow, so I guess I will spend most of the day investigating places to rent and looking for accommodation, against the day (hopefully soon) when I can afford to secure such.

That's about all for now. Doesn't seem to be a very exciting day. Wish I had some place to go when I get off. Wish Chris would go back to where he came from. Wish this was all a bad dream, and I would wake up in a real bed ...

08 November 2008

Return of the Skank

Well, hotel night has come and gone, and it always leaves me a little depressed, because I have to go back to Hell again for another week. I left La Quinta at noon, and went over to Zippy's for lunch (they have a really cheap lunch special). Watched some of the coverage of Obama's transition team and then went to work for three.

I was really depressed all day at work, knowing that I wouldn't be in a nice soft bed again for at least a week. Got off work about 10:30 or so, and went back to the Possum Hilton, and, sure enough, Chris the Squatter was there, with a pile of snack food on the dryer and a bike that he apparently got from somewhere (hmm?). So, that fucked that up, and I had no place to go, yet again. Why doesn't he just go back to where he came from? He is such a skank! He stinks, too. I guess I could beat the shit out of him, but that wouldn't be right, even if he is causing me a lot of discomfort and grief. Crap.

So, I rode around for a while, until Serrano's closed down, and then went there and spent the night on the corner of the stage (again). It was cold and uncomfortable, and there was a lot of noise, as there are a lot of people in town for tonight's game against Alabama, which is kind of a grudge match, on account of Nick Saban, former LSU coach, being the Tide's coach. Woke up this morning and there were squirrels running all around. Took a leak in one of the Port-a-Pottys that they park out there for nights (like tonight) when they host a band. That's tonight, so I can't stay there tonight. I am so tired of this shit. It is really wearing me down. Something had better change, and soon. If Chester will loan my the money to get a place, this will all be over, and I can get back on track and repair my broken life.

So, this morning, I rode over to CC's (big surprise)where I am writing this. Have to go to work for 10 (in about 15 minutes). Going to try to hook up with Travis and Fernando tonight, if hey aren't off somewhere. Don't have anywhere much to go. Maybe that skank Chris will go away somewhere (I should be so lucky). I wish I could sleep indoors tonight, somewhere, even on a couch or the floor, in my sleeping bag. I am tired of living like an animal.

06 November 2008

Alone and Horny at La Quinta

Hey, I actually am logged on at La Quinta! No shit. This is LIVE.

Went to Aetheros' website and downloaded the newest driver for my external G-card, and that did it. No more late-night calls to Poland ... I am rocking and rolling!

Ate at Mestizo. Travis and Fernando didn't make it, but the food was good (the best I will eat until next Thursday). Got me a bottle of White Zin and my laptop and cable (but not much on it). Got me a bed (two, actually) but no boy to share them with (sniff).

Got a real crush on a cute little 20-something at CC's. Hot little gay boi ... He had on the tightest, faded black jeans today, and he has the HOTTEST BUTT IN THE UNIVERSE!

Okay. So I haven't had sex in over six months. The boy is hot, though. Cute face. Queer as hell. An ass that begs: "Spank me! Spank me!" I am sure he has a boyfriend or boyfriends. Besides, I am old and ugly and have nothing to offer. It could be so different if I was old and ugly and rich. The only way you will ever find love as an old fag is if you have the cash to lavish gifts on your lovers: Otherwise, you are just old; which is the same as dead, in the gay world.

I am a zombie.

Hotel Day!

At CC's for a while, waiting for the checks to come in, so I can go get something to eat. It's overcast, and raining a little, which is problematic when you are on a bicycle (particularly because my laptop is with me). After I get my check, I will pick up a couple of things I need at Wal-Mart (I know, but sometimes I have to go there)and maybe slide by Zippy's for lunch, or just blow off lunch and come back here and work on a few projects.

It's Hotel Day (yay!), so, at 3:00, I will go check in at La Quinta, take a hot shower and relax for a while. I'm going to try to get Travis and Fernando to meet me at Mestizo's for dinner: they still haven't eaten there yet. Then, it is a wonderful night in a hotel room, with TV, AC, WiFi and a bottle of wine. All I need is a hot boy, but I haven't come across very many lately. I'll just have to imagine the hot boy. I'll get a good night's sleep tonight, for sure.

Yesterday, I went by Travis' and took a shower. Then we walked to Cane's and got a Caniac Box and split it. We ate on his little back porch. It was nice. Travis and I had a lot of fun while we were together. I find myself wishing that we still were, often. At least, we are still friends. Travis told me the other day that I should be more forgiving towards friends who have done me wrong (like Bridget and Anthony), and I said that some things were really hard to forgive, like leaving me homeless or stealing all my stuff. He asked me why I forgave him for leaving me and I said, "Because you asked me to." I usually forgive people who hurt me, it's just that some things really hurt a lot, and it's hard to forgive someone if it is still hurting. It's also hard to forgive someone who doesn't think that he (or she) has done anything wrong. Oh, well.

Last night, at Serrano's, I was sitting on the porch, blogging and writing. I talked to a woman who recognized me. Turns out she is a customer at Albertson's. Her husband was one of the two guys playing live music. I talked to her and to a couple of other people who asked me what I was doing. There were a bunch of people talking to someone outside the porch. It was Chris the Squatter. He was trying to beg money from restaurant patrons, telling them that he hadn't had anything to eat in days, etc. He must have forgotten about the cookies and chips he left at the Possum Hilton. The rat (or rats) must have gotten into them. I threw what was left away. I figured he might go back to the PH last night, but he seems to have moved on, just not very far. He didn't even notice me.

As I was getting ready to leave, some drunk sorority type was loudly declaiming the Obama victory. "It's just not right," she said, very loudly. "A black man in the White House!" I just shook my head.

"Maybe they'll repaint it black for him," I offered. "Besides, considering who has lived there for the past eight years, it's definitely a step in the right direction."

"Who cares what you say," she said. "You ride a bicycle!" I failed to grasp the logic of this last comment, but I bid them adieu and retired to the PH, where I ate a perfectly awful beef patty MRE (don't recommend this one) and went to sleep.

It's about 11:30, and I am headed to the store to get paid. I'm looking forwards to tonight, and a soft, clean bed.

05 November 2008

glom (v):

1. to utilise an unsecured WiFi or other broadcast two-way digital signal to access the internet for free, usually without the administrator's permission or knowledge.

2. A really kewl database management program that you can download for free (see: http://maemo.org/downloads/product/OS2008/glom/).

For other meanings of the word "glom", see: http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/glom?jss=0.

Obama .. Yo Mama!

I would get a bumper sticker that says that ... if I had a bumper. That would be partial payback for all the W. The President stickers that I have endured for four years. Maybe I could get an Obama ... Yo Mama! t-shirt instead. It would probably be inappropriate, which is another reason to want one. Oh, how I haven't wished, so often, when run off the road, honked at, yelled at or otherwise bullied by a (usually large) motor vehicle, bearing a Bush/Cheney bumper sticker, for a bicycle-mounted RPG, or similar apparatus, with which to express my disgust at both their lack of courtesy and general lack of judgement!

The other night, on my way over to Travis' place, some idiot in a big pickup passed me so closely on Perkins Rd.that his fucking side mirror nailed my elbow. I almost ran off the road. This is about the fifth time I have been smacked by a goddamned side-view mirror! He stopped up ahead, long enough to lean across the seat and re-adjust his mirror, then he drove on. When I got to Trav's, I asked him if my elbow was bruised, because it hurt like hell. It was dripping blood all over my shorts. Frenando got me some stuff to clean it up, and a bandage. Asshole. They always just drive away. Oh, for an RPG ...

Tonight finds me (as pretty much any Wednesday night I am off) on the porch at Serrano's, listening to live music, drinking half-price margaritas and glomming free WiFi. Oh, the vagabond life!

Tonight finds me in a much better mood than earlier this week: the country (finally) seems to be headed in the right (I mean correct) direction, Chris the Squatter is gone (hopefully, for good), and there is other good news: My friend Chester, with whom I used to deliver bread down in Donaldsonville, gave me a call tonight, as I was blogging over at CC's. He told me that he might have a position open for me on a bread route, if I wanted it, sometime soon. He also told me that he was cashing in some investments, since he and his wife have been hard-hit by the downturn in the Stock Market, to invest some of it in more secure places and have some money available, in case of financial problems. He said that he had talked it over with his wife, and that he would be willing to loan me enough money to get an apartment, if I would pay him back. I said that I would pay him back each month, once I got settled, and pay him interest, too, if he wanted. He said he would get back to me about it and the job, but that he was planning on doing it, to help me out. How about that?

I can't count on anything, though, because life right now is so tenuous that I have to always be prepared for the worst. But, it is something to hope for. If we can defeat the entrenched Neo-Con, GOP juggernaut that has laid waste this country, crushed its ideals underfoot and made a mockery of human rights both here and abroad, after over 30 years of their evil influence, maybe I can get an apartment. YES WE CAN! Did Barack really study the philosophy of my hero, Bob the Builder? It's an interesting parallel. Both Bob and Barack accomplish things by working with others. They both look upon their associates as dignified and co-equal contributors to what is to be built.

This is what Bob's website says about him: "Bob the Builder and his machine team are ready to tackle any project. As they hammer out the solutions that lead to a job well done, Bob and the Can-Do Crew demonstrate the power of positive-thinking, problem-solving, teamwork and follow-through. Most importantly, from start to finish, the team always shows that The Fun Is In Getting It Done!"

Could Barack Obama hope for a better philosophy? I hope our new President will take a few tips from Bob the Builder. Fuck Joe the Plumber! You'll NEVER see HIM on PBS!

A Day at the Races

I wasn't on the schedule at work for Monday, but I had to drop by the store and pick up an MRE to sustain me at the polls on Tuesday. Ran into T., and she asked me to come in later and help out because they were short-handed (as usual); she knows I need hours and will work any I can get. Went back by Travis' apartment and we got high and sat around and discussed the upcoming election for a while, and ate leftovers from Sunday, then I went to work and worked until midnight. Went back by the PH to see if Chris, the Squatter was there. He wasn't, but his cookies still were, so I decided on another night over at the stage at Serrano's, rather than to risk having him wake me up, since I had to be at the polls for 5 AM.

I was watching Tristan and Isolde on my laptop when this kind of grizzled-looking guy about my age or a little older, in a cap and old military coat went around the back of the stage. I heard him rustling around back there for a few minutes, and then he reappeared, with a guitar case. That's when he saw me and he said,”I didn't even notice you there, you were so quiet.”
“I try to be quiet,” I said. Then he waved to me and started off in the direction of Chimes St. Apparently, he stashes his stuff there behind the stage, and plays guitar for money on Chimes St. This really is a colorful neighborhood: I really enjoyed the years I spent living here. It is so Bohemian. There is an active street life and a lot of colorful characters and college students. I love the old wood-frame apartment buildings: there are so few of them left after this last wave of building and demolishing that took away so many old buildings (including mine!) and wiped out the only shopping center in the area. It is now a field, surrounded by a fence, with piles of rubble strewn about. Someone should put a neighborhood grocery there: it would make a fortune.

I went to sleep and woke up a 04:45, when my cell alarm went off. I was at the polls for 05:00, and received the keys to the machines at 05:15. We opened the polls at 06:00, and we already had about 20 people in line. As it turned out, we had lines for most of the day. We also did 29 provisional ballots (one was mine: I was so busy running the election, that I forgot to vote, until we had closed down the machines. I had to file a provisional ballot.), and I was on the phone for most of the day. This election brought in a lot of people who hadn't voted in years, and some of them had been dropped from the polls. It also brought in a lot of young people, mostly students, who had registered to vote right before the election. Many of them had filled out voter registration forms through organizations that were canvassing campus for voters. Some of these organizations may have been late submitting VR forms, I which case they were never registered to vote, but assumed that they were.
Of course, this meant that I spent half the day on the phone to the Department of Elections, trying to find out about voters' status. The Clerk of Court's office gave us a cell phone, a Nextel (try Next-to-useless-tel), but it was locked, and wouldn't dial out. I called the DOE and told them about it, and they brought us another phone, but the network was busy half the time, so I ended up using my own phone, a Sprint phone, and got through, at least to DOE. The Registrar of Voters office was totally inaccessible by phone: I only got through to them once, and I probably called them a hundred times). Somehow, the three commissioners I had working at my table managed to get the Poll List count off by one. I told them that I hadn't had an election discrepancy in over 20 years with the DOE, and I wasn't going to start now, so we went over the books, found where the error was, and corrected it. I hope to God nobody has to look at those Poll Lists!

We slogged through the next 14 hours with long lines. We had about 57% turnout, which is phenomenal for this precinct (and for Louisiana in general). According to our poll, Obama , Landrieux and Cazdayoux all won (but our precinct leans to the left). After we closed the poll, and Peggy and I finished up the paperwork, I packed it all up and took it to the collection point, at Walnut Hills school. I walked in the door to the auditorium, backpack and all, and was stopped by a Deputy Sheriff, who demanded to know what I was doing there. I said, “Bringing in the election results. What else would I be doing here?” I guess he thought I was looking for a soup kitchen ...

Before I left, I texted Travis and asked what they were doing, and they were listening to the coverage on the radio (they don't have a TV). I stopped over at Zippy's, on the way, for a $2.75 margarita, so I could watch some of the coverage on TV. I was about to sit down inside when this twenty-something dude with a mohawk came up and said, “Hey. Why don't you sit outside with us?”.

“You watching the election?” I asked, and he said, “Yeah,” so I went and sat down at a table with him and his friends. We watched the election for a while, until about 10:15, when CNN predicted a win for Obama. This got everybody cheering, and glued to the TV screens. Travis texted me: Obama wins! I texted him back: CNN just said so. I watched for a few minute and Matt, the guy with the Mohawk, said, “Hey, wonder what Fox says?”

I walked over to the one TV with Fox on, just as they named Obama the winner. “Hey! Fox just called it for Obama!” I shouted. “I'd like to see Sean Hannity's face right now!”

I texted Travis: Fox just called it for Obama!” Then I said goodbye to Matt and his friends (they seemed like cool people; maybe I'll run into them again.) I rode over to Travis' apartment, just in time to hear John McCain's concession speech. It was only 10:30. I was stunned. I never thought it was going to be over so quickly. I was half-dreading something like the 2000 election, when Bush cheated himself into the White House, and proceeded to do everything he could to wreck the country. McCain's speech was well delivered (and well-rehearsed: I think he knew in advance the way it was going to go). Obama's speech was uplifting and very moving: the man is an incredible speaker. We really haven't had a President who could inspire people with his oratory since John F. Kennedy (I don't count The Great Communicator, because he was just playing a role). I was absolutely flabbergasted at the way the election turned out. We drank mimosas in celebration, and then I retired to the PH.

Chris' cookies were still there, but no Chris, and the cookies looked like they hadn't been touched in a while, so I said fuggit, and unrolled my sleeping bag and got a good night's sleep, among the laundry machines and the native fauna. I have to admit, I went to sleep feeling a lot better than I have lately. It's about time that the American people repudiated the conservative ascendancy that has plagued the country for generation, and tried a more progressive approach. I'm just sorry that it took so long. There is a long, hard road ahead, but today there is hope.

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