Laying low for a spell...

Obviously haven't been posting much. No particular reason other than I just kind of ran out of steam. Getting a real job will do that to you. Just wanted to say thank you to all you kind folks who visited the Good Ship Crocodile. You rock!

Wheeeeeee!

We loves fresh figs! The little market I go to now that the Suckway has closed has all kinds of delightful things...including not just Hon's potstickers but also Hon's Potsticker Vinegar. Nit actually a vinegar made *out* of potstickers, but delicious nonetheless.

And, of course, fresh figs.

So A Lady Got Killed Across the Street

Vancouver's 17th homicide of the year. Nobody's too sure what happened. It got me to thinking about all the things I know have happened on my street. I've only been here five years and I know of a homicide, a beating, a man shooting a rifle off for no particular reason, a rape, an armed stand-off, a disappearance, people going off balconies, numerous car accidents and sundry fires. I got to thinking about what else has happened on my street and figured it's an ideal research project as it's both an old street and a relatively short one.

Update, Wednesday Evening.

Tonight I was passing by the building where the lady was killed. I was told it happened in one of the ground floor apartments on the front. The last three days the curtains have been pulled shut and unchanged. Tonight there was a light behind them. I went around the side, in the parking lot, to see if there was someone inside. There was a very small ground level patio with a railing around it. Behind was a glass sliding door, and white curtains also pulled shut. I could see the light had a fan blade flickering beneath it.

Then I saw the cat. Big, long-haired and grey. Yellow eyes. Of the kind stalwart in the belief that being very still guarantees invisibility. I thought it could be a stray, prowling on the patio. Then I noticed the bottom of the curtain swaying with the beating of the fan, cat hairs stuck to its hem, backlit by the flicking light. The sliding door was open just enough for a cat.

So I either got the wrong apartment, or somebody is holding some kind of very practical vigil which includes proper care of the pets of the deceased.

Does My Soul Look Tormented In This?

Even the more socially acceptable 'ironic' constant self-deprecation gets tiresome quickly in conversation. I don't have the time, inclination, or patience to take on propping up your evidently flat-lining self esteem. And really, why the fuck should I? It's called 'self' esteem for a reason. Deal already.

/rant.

Ran into a couple of friends over the weekend who both do this and it kind of did me in.

quick, hit the back button

The above is the title this guy



used on his profile on a dating site I'm on. Click on ol' rikki to see the full extent of his wallowing.

So a while back he messages me:

it to bad that you just dont seem to have any strong opinions on anything. har har har. not that you would care but by page is all self defence. im afraid i have an overwhelming fear of rejection. so its best to be rejected on my terms. as i said not you would care, by now you are long gone anywayz. sorry for intrudeing

My reply:

Uhhh...what the hell are you talking about? Seriously. That made no sense whatsoever.

His reply:

sorry 4 the trouble. won't bother you again.

Here's my point. You can be homely, socially retarded, and take your own really bad digital-camera-at-arm's-length photos because maybe you just can't help it. But which, exactly, social horror was it (undoubtedly the fault of everybody but you, natch) that prevented your blubbering passive-aggressive ass from USING A FUCKING SPELL CHECK?

Yeah, I know. Easy target. But c'mon. The guy's probably a screaming masochist who no doubt would whazz himself into a dead faint if he knew an actual real live girl was being mean to him.

It IS possible this is a giant hoax...I mean "rikki"? If so, well done.

Wow....

Breakup sex is great!

Finally Have A Job I like!

I work now for a cool tech company that has a very nifty subscription-based thingy useful for realtors. My job? I'm getting the folks that subscribed to an earlier version to migrate to the vastly improved and shinier version. At a reduced price of course, as compared to the general unwash-ed.

So-so at it so far, but I know I shall improve. I've done it before, and will get my chops back.

Not a speck of food anywhere that must be touched by me. Halle-fucking-lujah!!!

Huh.

I didn't get the job. Not sure why, but suspect they didn't like my bad credit. Not much I can do about that, so I had a quick bummerfest and then applied for something else that looked cool. Not as good a wage, but I could walk to work and it also is an internet business which always gets bonus points.

I went to the beach and beheld the wee beasts in the tidal pools. I've decided I have to make myself get the hell out of the house should I start brooding too much. I'm trying to find the balance between repressing things that bother me and thinking too repetitively about what's not going well.

Staying positive can only be good, I think.

Blessing counting time...

1. I don't have the headaches.

2. I don't smoke now.

3. I have a terrific best friend.

4. I have a job that gets me a roof over my head and enough food.

5. My kitties are healthy and happy.

6. My breakup was, and remains, civil.

7. I remain off the medication.

8. I am a decent person.

9. I live in a beautiful city in a country without war or famine.

10. There are baby skunks all over the place right now and they rule.