So 2024 continues to be an absolute shit shower.

I have had a terrible week.

I was sexually harassed by someone I've known since I was a teenager. He didn't do more than try to kiss me while he was absolutely shitfaced (at 6pm! On a weekday!), but the fact that he did it at all/thought I'd even be into it is appalling. Next time I see him, I'm going to tell him I never want to speak to him ever again.

I also want to kick him in the nuts, hard, but I know I wouldn't, because I'm soft as shit. I talk big, but I never follow through.

AND THEN. I wasn't going to talk about this at all. BUT. There is a grown ass man who has been flirting with me, non-verbally, for fucking months at this point. And now I know why it's all been non-verbal. I found out yesterday he's already in a relationship with someone else. I had thought for several months that he was single, and he's never mentioned his partner before now (well, why would he). I know I'm not wrong about this, because the way he behaves around me is not how you should be if you're in a relationship with someone else.

(And it's not even that he's an incorrigible flirt, either, because he doesn't act this way around anyone else BUT me. Unlike the other guy from months back).

But yeah, yesterday one of my co-workers was making general chitchat with him, and I heard him say he was going away somewhere with his partner and OH BOY AM I GLAD I WASN'T LOOKING AT HIM AT THE TIME HE SAID IT.

So I am sort of confused, but mostly very angry with him right now. I don't want to kick him in the nuts as much as the other guy, but I wouldn't pass up the opportunity, let's say.

I don't have a decent way to end this. It's been a fucking week, it will probably continue to be so. 2024 can get in the fucking bin.
So much for the thunderstorms we were supposed to have today! There was a very short one this morning at about eight thirty, and then that was it for the rest of the day. Pfft.

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To no-one's surprise, my anxiety about the comics guys was completely unfounded!

Chris asked me how come I knew about the meeting, and was surprised when I said I'd found out via FB (because he knows I'm not on there). He said he'd asked his wife to tell me about it if she saw me (which she didn't) and also said that he hoped I'd see the message because he wanted me to come to the meet! \o/

Anyway, it was cool, fun was had, and two hours went too fast and now I have to wait till the next one.

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Right, I tweeted about this this morning but, hopefully, you guys don't need to be told this but if someone tells you that depression runs in their family DO NOT answer with, "Yeah, I can tell by looking at you" because NO, YOU CANNOT.

What you are doing is judging me by my appearance. I get that you probably saw the scars on my arms, but you are literally the only person who has ever made anything of it. Even people who I have heard say that people self-harm for attention have never said anything to me. And scars on my arms don't necessarily indicate depression ANYWAY. But, you know, whatever.

You don't say stuff like that. You can think it, but it doesn't mean you should say it.

Anyway, it's not the first time this person has said things they really shouldn't have (like they told me two things about two other people that really weren't their thing to tell), so I'm going to have words with them next time I see them.

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On a happier note, I've restarted FFIV DS in an attempt to actually beat it! I do not expect this to go well. On the previous save, I did get as far as the final boss, but I couldn't beat him. So now I'm going to play through the whole thing and fight every enemy I encounter, and enjoy the fact that I know this story inside out because I've played it about a billion times in the last twelve years. (It was my fave FF before XII usurped it).

I'm just about to sneak into Baron (I've just finished the obligatory sewer level), and then rescue Cid, which I think is what happens. It's been forever since I last played this which for a favourite game is awful.

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May. 15th, 2013 09:05 am
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So instead of working, I am spending time reading about Amanda Palmer. As it turns out, it's time well spent.

I really do not like that woman.

I know this sounds like hindsight, now I've read about some of the truly odious stuff she's done and tried to excuse doing, but there was always something about her I just didn't like. And yeah. Turns out I was right.

Google "Amanda Palmer problematic", and that will point you in the right direction. Also read How Amanda Palmer killed Amanda Palmer.

Although please be aware that there are discussions/mentions of ableism, rape, racism, suicide, and transphobia (to name just a handful of the issues) so please don't read any of it if you're triggered by those things.

I. Ugh. I feel really sick now. She is a repulsive woman.

(By the by, I don't wish to start a discussion on her. I have no desire to. I just wanted to share what I'd found).

ETA: And this after the post about going off Neil Gaiman. Heh. [/eta]

ETA the second: After musing about her behaviour, and certain attitudes, it turned out that she reminds me of someone somewhat - Laurell K Hamilton (it's the special snowflake attitude that does it the most). Ugh.

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Apr. 22nd, 2013 05:39 pm
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One thing that seriously bugs me is the whole "blogging with a purpose" thing that seems prevalent in the craft world, certainly, if not in other parts the world, too (I've never noticed it in art land, or gaming land for that matter, how about you guys?)

I mean, who doesn't blog without a purpose?

The fact that I'm sitting here getting irritated about it and sharing with you is a purpose.

Do they seriously think people go on their blogs and just write "bluuuuuuuuuurghle" and then hit post?

I actually think, on a more rational note that, to some degree, it's aimed at people older than me who haven't been internet savvy for 10+ years, and haven't had a journal on some site since Year Dot. But that doesn't stop me getting mad about it.

I also think it's aimed at keeping your blog on the topic at hand (i.e. whatever craft you're interested in), but...er...I've never been good at that (besides which, I can't stick to one craft, so how the hell am I supposed to stick to one topic?? The only time I had any remote success was my gaming journal, way back in the day, on Insanejournal).

Bah, this isn't stopping me getting mad about it. Thoughts?
First of all, my new phone sounds like it will be awesome. I'm going to try to call T-Mobile tomorrow evening to sort it (contract doesn't run out till a week tomorrow, but the sooner I get it done the better). Hopefully I will be able to speak to an actual person this time rather than wading through a million automated menus to get where I want to be.

(I'm not the only one who hates those, right? I mean, first off they're confusing, and secondly, I never hear every single option on first listen. UGH. I mean, I'm no good at speaking to people on the phone at the best of times, so you would think this would be a dream come true? Wrong. They're worse than people).

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I started smoking again today. Which is not good news (and hence the stupid tag, but I'm going to go back and retag all previous attempts to give up with it because it makes me lol). But I nearly flaked out at work this morning, and that was not fun. So. For the time being I am still a smoker (although I managed two and a half weeks this time which, while not my personal best, was better than the last time I tried to give up - which was for a whole week).

~*~

I started writing what I hope might be a interesting post about languages this morning - spurred by a) never finding a language I didn't like the sound of and b) being able to tell you the derivation of the word "bint". So maybe it will turn out to be something interesting, and maybe it won't. Who knows?

~*~

Dear people of the world (particularly in HX3 and OL14),

Please to be cleaning up your dog shit after said animal has taken a dump. Particularly if it's on a fucking FOOTPATH or where children play. I know it's yucky and disgusting, and I hate doing it as much as you do, but you'd be the first one to complain if you stood in it, or your ten year old came home covered in it.

I don't want to play dodge the dog shit on an already slippy footpath of a morning on my way to work, nor on my way home either. It takes less than a bloody minute to get rid of it. So please, for the love of god (or something). PLEASE.

No love whatsoever,
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