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Have been watching all of 30 Rock on and off with La Principessa over the past few months. Came to the realization that Liz Lemon is a scrubbed-up, made-for-TV version of La Principessa with all of her problems made cuter.
In fact, had a dream the other night that I was in the middle of a messy break-up with Liz Lemon. Told La Principessa about it and she was delighted. "I like Liz Lemon!" Hope that doesn't make me Dennis Duffy...
We're working on it.
After I took back being adamant about not moving to New York, she agreed to consider thinking about not being adamant above not leaving New York.
Anyway, she went back to her expensive, non-insurance covered behavioral therapy to learn how to deal with her anger management and other emotional outbursts, so, you know, she's trying.
Love Among the Commie Nerds
Had a pretty bad fight with La Principessa. She got some text messages from the increasingly spiraling out-of-control, manipulative, conniving and desperate Mrs. Comrade ("I know we haven't been close lately" yeah, after you drove her away back in January, you crazy psychopath! "but I thought I should tell you I don't like the way [Doodlebug] and [Mr. Comrade] talk about you, etc.") which led to her writing an e-mail letter which wasn't very nice to which I responded with an e-mail letter that wasn't very nice and in which I told her I didn't want to move to New York. We break up.
Full fury of La Principessa is unleashed, on-and-off, for the next 48 hours. Anyway, at one point she starts going on about "You shouldn't tell people you'll always be there, you shouldn't tell them you'll love them forever, you shouldn't lie to people like that!!!! [Cries]"
It was pretty terrible, lemme tell you. Anyway, I go to go play D&D to get my mind off of shiznit and the Druids Council tells me that there is a bear cub at the local zoo who sounds like a good candidate for animal companionship.
So, The Mad Hermit goes down to the zoo, scopes it out and concocts a plan. It was a great plan. I cast charm animal, got into the bear cage, made friends with the cub, we dug a hole and I hid in the bear cage all night nuzzling with the cub. Next morning, the zookeeper comes into the monkey cage next door. The Mad Hermit from his hidden vantage point, casts entangle on the zookeeper. He makes his saving throw. "Wtf?!?" I cast charm animal on one of the monkeys to get him to steal the zookeeper's keys. The monkey makes his saving throw and flings poo at me.
My beautiful plan foiled, I decide to give up on the bear cub and release her from animal companionship. The DM, not having any idea what's going on in my personal life, says "Really, you spent all that time bonding with the cub, becoming companions for life, and now you're just going to walk away?" I start sobbing. The Black Goblin, who does know what's going on, puts his hand on my shoulder. The Mad Hermit keeps walking and the DM decides to twist the knife. "As you pass a couple of zookeepers, you can see on their clipboards that the bear cub is scheduled to be put down later in the day." I flip out, attack the zookeepers, the zookeepers tase me and throw me in an offal ditch.
I come to hours later, make my way to the meeting place where I am supposed to meet the rest of the party, covered in poo, and make a grand entrance, flinging feces all over the place as I gesticulate wildly and tell the party members that they have to follow me to the zoo. They demur. I seethe. The DM lays out the whole exposition and backstory for the adventure, but I can't listen, I am obsessed with this bear cub who, my THC-addled mind is now convinced, is a metaphor for my relationship with La Principessa.
I bide my time impatiently, until the DM starts talking about some symbols that might provide a clue to the plot. The Mad Hermit pipes up, "I've seen that symbol!" "Where?" ask the PCs and the exposition-giving NPCs. "At the zoo in the bear cage! Let's go!"
Eventually, we get down there and the Mad Hermit surprises the rest of the party by suckerpunching the first zookeeper we run into and stealing his keys. More zookeepers assemble and I push the dwarven fighter at them and yell "Look out, he's got a knife!" The zookeepers pull out their tasers.
A ridiculous combat breaks out where the party, all good, agents of the church, whatever, are trying to prevent the zookeepers from tasing them, but refuse to strike back. Meanwhile, The Mad Hermit is ignoring the melee and trying to break into the bear cage. I get in. The older bears don't like what's going on, so the dwarven cleric of nature has to intervene to prevent me from getting mauled. I free the bear. I try getting it to flee the zoo with me, but the DM points out that I had already released it from animal companionship and it no longer wants to be my friend!
The Mad Hermit starts sobbing, falls on his knees before the bear cub and cries out "Francesca!" The Black Goblin says, "Ohmygod, do you want me to punch you in the face?" which I guess is New England Teamsterspeak for "I am sorry you are in pain and will do my best to support you." The Mad Hermit is pleading with the bear cub, crying, "Please come with me Francesca, please come with me." The bear cub bites the Mad Hermit and drops him to -3 hp. I start crying. "Let the Mad Hermit die! He doesn't deserve Francesca's love!" The dwarven cleric heals him anyway.
Later, I have to explain my behavior to the DM and apologize for ruining the session, tell him what's going on with La Principessa; the DM is aghast.
Next day, more terrible back-and-forth on the phone with La Principessa which leaves me wailing on the kitchen floor like a wounded animal before she repents and starts sending apologetic text messages which leads to reconciliation. She calls after I get out of work, I'm feeling better, tell her the story about The Mad Hermit and the bear cub. I'm laughing a little as I tell the story, but she starts crying and says "I'm so sorry, baby, I don't want to hurt you anymore! [Sobs] I love you! [Sobs]"
I think we're back together.
I'm sorry to hear that, son. Your mother was an extraordinary woman.
[Ends up wallowing in Declan MacManus instead]
Been a while since I listened to This Year's Model. Damn, that's a fine album.
Have spoken with her all of twenty minutes since Wednesday night. It's weird. Usually I have to recharge my phone every day, but not since Wednesday. Hmmm.
A couple of Facebook messages, including one of her saying "There Is a Light That Never Goes Out" is the co-dependent's anthem.
I don't know what she's talking about. "To die by your side, well the pleasure, the privilege is mine."
Maintained radio silence for 35 hours before breaking down and sending her a quick message about how sad I was and how I hoped she was doing well.
Got this back in return:
I'm okay, but it changes nearly hourly. The only thing that makes me feel slightly better is not dragging you into this.
I know it's making you sad, and I'm sorry. But sometimes we have to do things that hurt to get to better things. I need to stop hurting, and I finally feel like I can make some progress without the crushing guilt of bringing you into the pain and watching you slowly unravel.
We will talk soon. I just need this time. I love you.
My resolve is already crumbling, comrades. I knew stat-dumping my Wisdom (6) would come back to bite me in the ass...
What our Glorious Empire-Building Forebears liked to relax with at the end of a long day shooting people browner than themselves was a rollicking tale of spanking 'n' incest, going by that and other similar books I've read. Make of that what you will.
Sounds more intriguing than Horatio Alger novels and Natty Bumpo stories...
Patrick Curtin wrote:
I showed it to La Principessa when she was up here. She blushed, then laughed, then shared it with all of her friends on Facebook.
Didn't stop her from doing it two days later, though...
(Once again, thank you, comrades.)
But, but, but....love!
Alright, so now my obstinate contrarian side is acting up and somebody better make a case for doing whatever it takes to keep her or else I'll be applying at UPS in Queens come Monday.
Here are the last three texts she sent last night before commencing "taking a break."
[Types out for catharsis]
I love you. Please don't be torn up inside. I know this is the only way I can save this. It's just a few days for me not to think about heavy things. I just need a break. It's been an awful few weeks.
I'm afraid I'll keep snapping and snapping and wear you down until you can't take anymore. And I haven't been able to stop lashing out. I'm still a little hurt and angry from that other night--but much angrier at myself than you. I'm backsliding really fast and I have to catch myself.
And you're not doing great, baby. Nervously humming when I'm freaking out is a bad sign. Don't come down this spiral with me. I may need you up there to reach in and grab me sometimes.
We can make this work!!!!
[Collapses sobbing on the floor]
Yeah, I know...
Hiding behind sex-obsessed pervert mode because otherwise I'd just be filling the thread with gobbo tears and what fun is that?
Besides, IIRC, the last time we had sex she climaxed seven times. I don't think it gets any better than that, unless, of course, I climaxed seven times, but that sounds kind of scary...
Four days after threatening to kill herself, La Principessa thought it would be a good idea to tell me that I had to hurry up and make a decision about whether I wanted to father children with her.
Told her to call me after overtime where I was going to call the whole thing off, but she had, apparently, talked to her therapist in between, who had pointed out that she probably didn't need to be thinking of such heady things as children and the future just quite yet.
So, she asked if she could take a break for a few days to which I readily agreed because I didn't feel like pulling the whole "No, I don't want to have children with a woman who just threatened to kill herself" card.
We'll see how this plays out, but, as it is, I think I'm going to have to break up with her.
[Male pig]I wonder if I can get her in bed one last time?[/Male pig]
Love Among the Ultra-Lefts
Had an altercation while she was here. She wouldn't go to The New Jim Crow reader's circle discussion with me, even though a) she's just read the book; and, b) I always go to everything with her when I'm in NYC. In addition, she had been dropping hints about the Maoist-Inclined Independent Red Historian Rival for Her Affections (Since Vanquished) in a futile attempt to make me jealous.
So, I went to the reader's circle, got drunk, and came home and decided to try to make her jealous. Not the best idea, in retrospect, but it seemed liked a good idea at the time.
Anyway, I said some stuff, I won't go into it, but it centered on how I wanted to sleep with everybody at the meeting (except Mr. Comrade), etc., etc. She got really mad, I got penitent, she calmed down and went into "taking care of hurt child" mode, which, I've noticed, is a great way to get her to stop being mad at me. I just pretend to cry.
Anyway, it worked for a while, but as the next day dragged on, I could tell she was brooding over it, and it finally came out while I was helping The Black Goblin's Pregnant Dreadlocked Libertarian Ex-Welder Girlfriend move into the Free NH Goblin Breeding Caves.
I was subjected to a harangue about how some of the things I had said evinced a poor understanding of the oppression of women, women don't exist to gratify men's sexual needs, etc., etc. I thought she was overdoing it, but I pouted, and pretended to cry and eventually said some stuff about how immersion in this big, bad world can wear down even the most dedicated communist, etc., etc. She instantly stopped being mad and then went on and on about how much she loved me and no one else would ever have such conversations with her without getting angry. Then she started crying. [Shakes head] Women.
Anyway, next morning, we're lazing in bed, I start rubbing up against her, she starts rubbing up against me, I say, "You know, I know that women don't exist simply to gratify men's sexual needs, but..." She freezes, bites her lip in anticipation and manages a "Uh huh," before I roughly grab her knee and continue "But you exist to gratify all my needs," and strike. At which point she flushes bright red, gasps, and starts shaking.
La Principessa was sad for the next couple of days and then I had an epiphany.
"Baby, uh, when are you having your period?" "Oh, I got it today."
You know, she's gotta f%#%ing ap for her smartphone to track this shiznit, I don't why she doesn't use it.
Regardless, that's not really an excuse, but, fortunately for me, she's going to be working 4 hours of overtime a day for the next two weeks to score all those Common Core tests she despises so much. Should buy me some time to decompress.
Oh yeah, I remember that one now.
Speaking of porn, haven't made a terrible amount of progress on Leaves of Grass, but it's still pretty hawt.
Turned Mr. Comrade on to Whitman, which is fittingly homoerotic.
Speaking of more homoeroticism, two stories to go and done with The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
Thank you again, comrades.
"It sounds like she has more serious problems then a nice commie goblin can solve. Just be very careful not to enable bad behavior, as this will just get worse and worse for both of you."
It's funny how many people have told me that...
(And, to be fair, she warned me about it at the onset of the relationship.)
Anyway, she's out of harm's way for the moment. Had a long, uncomfortable conversation where she explained how she felt and I explained how I felt. Neither of us really accepted full responsibility for the way the night went, but each agreed that each's responses to the other's hostility escalated the situation out of control.
Like, for example, if pressed to highlight one of the moments where I was at fault, I'd point out the time, after a dozen nasty text messages that I ignored and six or seven calls that I refused to answer, I finally answered the phone. (This was before the threats.)
Her [dry and emotionless]: Are you out of your f!!&ing mind?
Me: Am I out of my f!#!ing mind? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR F&&~ING MIND?!? [Cuts off her response] ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR F*~&ING MIND?!? [Cuts off response] YES OR NO? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR F+$+ING MIND?!? etc., etc., ad nauseam.
Anyway, I had called one of our comrades in NYC and she coached me on how to get through it. "Think of it like union negotiations..." Not the most romantic sentiment in the world, I admit, but it worked.
More to come later, I'm sure.
Usagi Yojimbo wrote:
That's my girl!
She actually came up last night and I have passed along your praise. She blushed.
I'm glad to hear it. Me and La Principessa are back together again, too.
More interesting internet-esque observations:
My post about dropping out of the communism derail and Citizen Lion's post about his experiences behind the Iron Curtain were posted at EXACTLY THE SAME SECOND and they've been jockeying back and forth in the thread order every time I look at that page.
(Yes, I kept composing more posts for the communism derail and then deleting them. I admit to the temptation but stayed true to my declaration. Anklebiter word is bond!)
Well, I am embarrassed that my Search Engine-fu has been found wanting, so I'll drop out of the Soviet income inequality derail and steer things on-topic:
Dustin Ashe wrote:
Yeah. I'd hazard a guess I've posted more articles by Comrade Hedges than all of the rest of you put together, including his earlier one on pornography in the 50 Shades thread.
He's an interesting liberal.
La Principessa artfully combines the sexual mores of the very early '70s with those of the late 1870s. She has no truck with those polyamorous theories of Mde. Kollontai; she was more impressed with the parts in Engels about socialism bringing about stronger, truer, whatever, monogamy. She makes a big deal about how she's all mine and she's made it quite clear what would happen if I were to ever let my eponymous attentions stray.
Whatever. I'm just happy to be here.
There does seem to be a shortage of snarky, minor Spanish nobility just back from campaigning...
My last attempt at a report from the trenches was cruelly lost in the swirling winds of cyberspace (tmi, I presume), so I have been content to watch other brave knights tilt against windmills.
Nowadays, I just watch porn to get ideas. They're usually harder than they look, but some of them have been quite enjoyable.
You'd think, what with many dollars worth of repairs needed to be done on the Doodlemobile, that I should be putting my nose to the grindstone, working extra shifts at the salt mines, etc., etc., but, no, instead I volunteered for a three-day furlough so I can go back to Brooklyn!
I do need lots of advice on my personal finances, but I'd probably ignore them. Ah, the precarious living of the modern proletariat!