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The scary thing about this is that the following angry screed is 100% justified. It's a little graphic, and frankly, it sounds insane, so I've spoilered it for your sake.
- Ellis Paul , ‘Autobiography of a Pistol’
Alright, I’m going through some pretty heavy s@+$ right now, and so I’m going to preface these two not-so-isolated incidents with an explanation. I come from a family where no one talks, where no one is ever home, and it isn’t a family at all, really. Coming from there, I seem to attach myself on to whoever I can, just to have someone there for me. As such, I’m always there for the people who are there for me. And that entails helping them out, and, for better or for worse, involving myself in their problems.
Case one:
I have known my best friend since he was eleven and I was twelve. We’ve been through a lot of s@~@ together. Four fifty-mile wilderness treks, all of junior high and high school. He was there for me when I had my paranoid breakdowns; I was there for him when his father kicked the s$!+ out of him for being gay, and for just… existing. Needless to say, we’re pretty tight.
I’m close with his mother, too. Since my mother was hardly ever home, and almost constantly running off her meds, my best friend’s mom basically raised me. I’m probably closer to her than with any of my own family. I gave her a place to stay for a few months, and she got me my current job.
My best friend’s father, on the other hand, is a real m$*%#!%~@+$$. He was my Scout leader for six years, and he really suckered us all. He was childish, arrogant, and stupid, but he had charisma, and we all looked up to him. And then I found out that he beat his wife and kids, and stole money from his friends. This all happened when his wife left him, and he got nasty.
For over a year now, this bastard’s been dragging out the divorce, stealing s&@@ from their house, breaking windows, you know, petty s!!@ like that. He’s also been wheedling his son over to his side (thankfully, failing). I can sort of deal with this. Not well, but I can deal. It’s already been eating me that I gave my mentor award to him after I got my Eagle rank. Right now, the proverbial reptiles are crawling out of the woodwork: In a letter to his son, which, due to circumstances, is on court record, he mentioned ME. I am officially part of this. I am involved. And I am not f*$~ing happy about it. If he starts to mess with me and mine, his ass is done.
Case two:
The other group of people I basically have adopted is my girlfriend’s family. I had known her brother since junior high, and we’re still pretty tight (he DMs our bi-weekly D&D game, and we’ve co-written short stories together). I had also known my girlfriend peripherally for about as long—she plays D&D, and had been to a few games. Around early March this year, a mutual friend pulled that stupid romantic-comedy s&%* where they invite the guy and the girl to dinner, and then don’t show. Oddly enough, it worked. Right now, she’s the best thing that ever happened to me.
Here’s the downside: my girlfriend (like me), still lives at home, and for quite some time, home entailed living with her mother’s psychotic troll of a boyfriend. This guy makes all of us other gamers look bad. He neglected his step-kids in order to squeeze in just that much more ‘Quake’, drank to excess, and beat the s!*+ out of his step-daughter (my girlfriend). The cops, when called, insisted she was overreacting, and to this day, she has some mild degree of PTSD.
About three weeks back, my girlfriend’s mother finally decides to leave her troglodyte of a boyfriend. It was alright for a couple of weeks, with him being all passive-aggressive. In fact, he’s still acting like that.
The problem lies in the fact that I now know exactly what happens without the calming influence of humans. This morning, my girlfriend, her brother, and I went over to the house to get the last of their stuff while he was at work, and discovered something horrific. The inside of the house is now about knee-deep in garbage, crawling with rats and bugs, and covered in mold. Empty Rolling Rock bottles cover every surface, and water drips from the ceiling. There are holes in the walls, and almost all of the stuff we had gone to retrieve was rotting and ruined. Keep in mind, this is over the span of three weeks.
I completely lost my s~*#. I really try to rein it in around my girlfriend, but I completely lost it. I ended up putting my fist through a wall, kicking an air conditioner out of its housing, and putting a two-foot pipe wrench through a window. It took me a long time to calm myself down, and worse, I think I scared the s&@@ out of my girlfriend. I packed up the s#~*, dropped them off at their apartment, went home, took a shower, did my laundry, and called the health department.
One of these days, I someone is going to f&*& with me and mine, and the end result is not going to be enviable for anyone. I am relieved that I’m leaving town, even though I’m leaving some good people behind, because if I stayed, I would end up killing someone. If there’s anything I’ve learned in the North Country, it’s this:
Never trust anyone until they’ve proven themselves time and time again.
Keep yourself clean, sharp, and vigilant at all times.
Credibility is key to all things: you need to walk the walk.
Always go armed.
I am so out of here.
~wistles~ Damn, David! ~shakes my head again~ Damn. Good luck to you and your friends and the family members that are good. ~sighs~ You are always welcoem over to my house at any time. I know that I can trust you. Your issues makes my issues slightly more trivial.
~sighs~ Major league sore throat. It hurts to swallow, to talk, and sometimes when I breath in deep. I took off work yesterday, I will probably take off today, and I may take off tomorrow.
The price of groceries! Has anyone else noticed that everything has gotten at least 20% more expensive in the past few years?
Spending $60 on medicine and a doctor visit that I did not want to spend.
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I am relieved that I’m leaving town, even though I’m leaving some good people behind, because if I stayed, I would end up killing someone. If there’s anything I’ve learned in the North Country, it’s this:
Never trust anyone until they’ve proven themselves time and time again.
Keep yourself clean, sharp, and vigilant at all times.
Credibility is key to all things: you need to walk the walk.
Always go armed.I am so out of here.
A lot of people don't realize that upstate New York can be a terrifying place. It's marginally better for those of us who live in the sprawling industrial decay that is upstate New York's cities, but the rural areas of New York (and Pennsylvania) really make the Deep South look like midtown Manhattan.
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But, good call on the unleashing the local health department in case 2. Officialdom is good at making life hell.
Just hope you don't get in any trouble on account of the moment of air conditioning madness. :-?
Meh... It sorta feels like selling out. I've been sticking it to the authorities all my life, and now I can't handle something, and I'm running to them.
As far as the air conditioner goes, the f%#~er's not going to notice, all considered.
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A lot of people don't realize that upstate New York can be a terrifying place. It's marginally better for those of us who live in the sprawling industrial decay that is upstate New York's cities, but the rural areas of New York (and Pennsylvania) really make the Deep South look like midtown Manhattan.
The first time I drove down to Georgia to visit SCAD, I was seeing all the back country, and I kept saying to myself "this is it? This is the 'Deep South?" It looks just like home, from my standpoint.
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~sighs~ Major league sore throat. It hurts to swallow, to talk, and sometimes when I breath in deep. I took off work yesterday, I will probably take off today, and I may take off tomorrow.
Its never a good time to get sick. Here's to a speedy recovery. My sucky thing was from a couple of months ago, but it was similar to yours. I got sick and completely lost my voice--the day before Paizocon.
A lot of people don't realize that upstate New York can be a terrifying place. It's marginally better for those of us who live in the sprawling industrial decay that is upstate New York's cities, but the rural areas of New York (and Pennsylvania) really make the Deep South look like midtown Manhattan.The first time I drove down to Georgia to visit SCAD, I was seeing all the back country, and I kept saying to myself "this is it? This is the 'Deep South?" It looks just like home, from my standpoint.
~laughter~ Georgia! Just like home, but with more swamp!
Its never a good time to get sick. Here's to a speedy recovery. My sucky thing was from a couple of months ago, but it was similar to yours. I got sick and completely lost my voice--the day before Paizocon.
~sighs~ Major league sore throat. It hurts to swallow, to talk, and sometimes when I breath in deep. I took off work yesterday, I will probably take off today, and I may take off tomorrow.
~grins~ I understand. Hell, for the past few days I was wishing that I knew sign language. I am going in for half a day today. Part of me is thinking that I am beeing a fool to do so. ~shrugs~ Oh well.
~sighs~ Well, one of the issues that I have put off may need to be dealt with much sooner than I thought. I bought a used washing machine that was messed up. At the time I was depressed and on the evening shift (4pm to midnight), so I did not notice that the washing machine was draining water onto the floor and it was leaking out the kitchen wall into the outside until about 5 or 6 months later. I replaced the washing maching, but now the whole kitchen wall and kitchen cabinets need to be replaced. To make matters worse, I have been smelling a "moldy" smell lately. ~grimaces~ Great! Time to get ANOTHER loan. I had hoped to wait until next year after tax time so I could pay off one of my credit cards and thus have some money to pay for the needed loan. Unfortunatly, it apears that I don't have the luxury of time. Oh well.
Just make sure none of that mold gets near your gaming treasures, Sharoth!
Oh, You can be sure of that! I have too much money invested in my hoard to loose it to that.
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For the past week or so, I've been having problems. A dull pain in the shoulder, sharp pain when I'd sneeze, yawn, or take a deep breath. Another symptom that started betweem making and attending my doctor's appointment was tingling in the left arm. Creepy!
Anyway, I go to the doctor today, and he tells me I "slipped a rib". WTF?!? I didn't even know that could happen - not even sure how it happened. The doc had me lie flat on my belly and proceeded to practically crush my damn chest in various painful ways. I'm still a little sore, but I can breath deep with no pain. Doc said if it flares up again to call in.
All in all, this sucked, but I suppose it could have been worse.
For the past week or so, I've been having problems. A dull pain in the shoulder, sharp pain when I'd sneeze, yawn, or take a deep breath. Another symptom that started betweem making and attending my doctor's appointment was tingling in the left arm. Creepy!
Anyway, I go to the doctor today, and he tells me I "slipped a rib". WTF?!? I didn't even know that could happen - not even sure how it happened. The doc had me lie flat on my belly and proceeded to practically crush my damn chest in various painful ways. I'm still a little sore, but I can breath deep with no pain. Doc said if it flares up again to call in.
All in all, this sucked, but I suppose it could have been worse.
Those zombie reanimation rituals ain't what they used to be. :)
Seriously, I hope you recover quickly and it's only a one-time thing.
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The scary thing about this is that the following angry screed is 100% justified. It's a little graphic, and frankly, it sounds insane, so I've spoilered it for your sake.
** spoiler omitted **...
That's a lot of stuff to deal with. Sorry to hear you're going through it, and I hope your girlfriend understands your reaction.
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A lot of people don't realize that upstate New York can be a terrifying place. It's marginally better for those of us who live in the sprawling industrial decay that is upstate New York's cities, but the rural areas of New York (and Pennsylvania) really make the Deep South look like midtown Manhattan.I am relieved that I’m leaving town, even though I’m leaving some good people behind, because if I stayed, I would end up killing someone. If there’s anything I’ve learned in the North Country, it’s this:
Never trust anyone until they’ve proven themselves time and time again.
Keep yourself clean, sharp, and vigilant at all times.
Credibility is key to all things: you need to walk the walk.
Always go armed.I am so out of here.
Kinda depends. I grew up in Oneonta and Cooperstown, and both were classic "Mid Atlantic" white steeple churchs, red barns, la-la-land type places. Of course, one town over in either direction and "Dueling Banjos" is playing in the background...
Funny thing is, for all the grief Texas gets, I haven't met half as many backwards assed inbred mouth breathing idiots here as I did growing up in the rural northeast...
Isn't it said that Pennsylvania is Pittsburgh on one end, Philadelphia on the other and Alabama in between?
Hooray, regionalism!
In a fun semi-related note: heroine's a big problem in some areas of Connecticut. Where I grew up for instance: a 16 year old was arrested for dealing about three streets away from where I grew up. Also: canary fighting rings.
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I had to deal with a lot of s$#~ at work today. Like a guy not realizing that when you have polarized sunglasses on, you can't see LCD screens. He was freaking out and saying that the gas pump was broken and the display screen was all black and s#!%. Well, I hate to say it, but YOU'RE A MORON.
And then, I got a f&@!ing phone call at 9:00 at night from some idiot at Silver Bay (about a half-hour drive away) asking for MY BOSS to come fix his g!!%#$n taillight. He wouldn't shut up until I actually called my boss, and needless to say, he wasn't happy.
Finally, I had THREE F!%#ING PEOPLE try to pump gas AFTER WE WERE CLOSED. When I pointed out the giant "CLOSED" sign, they gave me the whole "where'd that sign come from, that wasn't there before" b+&@&!%* speech, and proceeded to be complete dicks until I threatened them with bodily harm.
Hottest day we've had so far this summer and our air conditioning is broke.
Also, I have a nasty headcold.
These are combining for a not fun day.
But, good call on the unleashing the local health department in case 2. Officialdom is good at making life hell.
Just hope you don't get in any trouble on account of the moment of air conditioning madness. :-?Meh... It sorta feels like selling out. I've been sticking it to the authorities all my life, and now I can't handle something, and I'm running to them.
As far as the air conditioner goes, the f@%~er's not going to notice, all considered.
:hugs!:
I think in this case, working with the officials is the best way to get the ones who are trying to get you. Sometimes the system works out for us.
Keep your chin up, homes. I'm thinking about all of ya!
Arg, my day was going just fine until I forgot that my dad's a jerk who won't do anything for anyone.
Every year, my family and friends all go to a music festival organized by a local lady. We usually don't get our crap together until the last minute and everything is quite slapdash. Not this year, says I! I'll get it together! Dad, will you make the reservations after I get it all figured out? Sure! he says, I'll do that!
Oh wait-he forgot he said that and we've been text arguing for 45 minutes. This is stupid for so many different reasons.
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A couple of days ago, the dismembered body of a woman was found in bushland. Today, they released the name of the dead woman, and charged her husband with murder. Turns out that the woman was a friend of one of my work colleagues, their circle of friends has been trying to find out what happened to her since she went missing about two weeks ago…
Got laid off today.
Got laid off today.
~winces~ Ouch! I am sorry to hear that. I hope that you can find a job soon!
I'm sorry to hear that Xabulba. I hope you find something soon.
I am going to have to add SMOG.
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I got home from working at the station two hours early tonight. Why is this bad? We were forced to close at 8:00 PM due to the fact that we f%%@ING RAN OUT OF GAS. WHAT IS THIS, 1975? That's two hours that I'm not getting paid, two hours that none of my co-workers are getting paid, and two hours that my boss isn't getting paid. I'm going to be getting s~## about this from customers for WEEKS.
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Mrs. Zombie is currently out of town.I love the fact that that is both on the "Good Things" thread and "Things in life that suck."Maybe he posted it here as well because he doesn't know where the laundry machines are?
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Hell no!!! I know right where the laundry machines are! And I'm just about to run a load of dishes in them.
I ordered The Blade Itself from a retailer through Amazon at the beginning of the month, making sure to pick one in the same state so that (in theory) I would get it relatively quickly. Two weeks and no sign of it and in that time two packages from Paizo have been processed, sent and received from the opposite coast. I'm starting to think this bookseller didn't have a copy of the book at all.
Storm damage to my house. $1000 deducatable. Not having said money in savingas account (but I should have had it in there! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!). Not being sure that the insurance company will cover said storm damage since I was stupid and did not get flood insurance. If said insurance company does not cover the damage, then I will have to go get a loan and I am around $37k in debt right now. One of my paychecks goes to cover said debt and I am working overtime as much as possible to reduce said debt. ~grimaces~ This may mean me picking up a part time job during the weekends that I am not on call. great. Just great. ~sighs~ What to cut? ~sighs again~ The PF Maps and Cards will be cut tomorrow. No matter what, I will be keeping the PF AP and the Planet Stories subscriptions. ~sighs~ Thanks for listening everyone.