Of Pens and Swords

I can’t recall ever going out of my way to find something to be negative about though. I don’t drive around town to find the driver juggling a cell phone, coffee, cigarette, reading materials, and a car…that stuff just happens. I don’t search online for people who believe in something that I don’t either.

Apparently, some people do. I’ve been on some damn distribution list for hell, 4 years now….I don’t know a single person on it, not sure how I got on it…and my attempts to be released from the tip of the feather on the right wing newsletter have been ignored.

These people have time to write something everyday. It seems to be a group of veterans, most retired. It seems that being retired has given them the time to sit around and Google for sites that are un-american (in their opinion), or are written by people on the other tip of the bird’s wingspan. They find a single site, and WRITE INCREDIBLY ANNOYING EMAILS WITH HUGE FONTS AND ANNOYING COLORS, along with un-spell-checked and usually very lengthy sentences (double paragraphs with no periods, punctuation, spacing, sequence, or singular topics) that can span many pages, solely on their hatred and the assumed hatred that the rest of us have, on one other person’s opinion.

Goddamn, people.

I have nothing else to write about. I’m annoyed that even though I’ve built one very long filter to delete these emails, put them in the block senders list in the spam filters, and whatever else I can think of, I get them daily.

I’m all for veterans, all for people having opinions, and all for having opposing opinions. I just don’t care to be inundated by them all the time.

Two weeks into living in the new home, and the previous owner left a ton, literally, of crap in the basement and behind the garage. It took 3 trips in a borrowed pickup truck to get most of it out. Some, I’ll take care of another way, since I was tired and didn’t feel like making another trip.
Next on the agenda is to get the basement cleaned. I’ve got roughly 50% of it done, so that we can finish moving the stuff from the garage to the basement. The basement didn’t look like anybody had been down there in years, it being pretty nasty.

If anybody would like to donate a few bucks to help renovate this old place, feel free ;) Hopefully, in a few years, we’ll have the house updated with new wiring, new walls, in a few cases new ceilings, and a new shower. I’m doing most of the work myself, if not all. I have to research the local building codes, but since I have a habit of building something like a soviet helicopter, I’m sure that I’ll fall well within the the acceptable code :)

With all the work that has to be done, I’ve fallen behind in my school work. I’m not a fan of being rushed, but here I am. I sort of knew this was going to happen though, and it’s no big deal. I usually always pull this stuff out in time.

I am probably going to start making a bit of a photo blog on here, with some of the projects that have to be done. Worse comes to worse, I get some good feedback on a job well done, or a job that could have been better. More than likely, it’ll bore the hell out of most people :) No matter, I own this very small piece of internet real estate…

She calls, gets “The Music”, which means the ex isn’t picking up her phone again. This was about 2 or so. I was kidding with Jess that the ex will call back later, and say the same thing she says everytime I call…..”I saw the phone number with the area code of 316, and a kansas call, but I didn’t answer because I didn’t know who it was…” I was only sort of kidding because at least the past two times I’ve heard this same exact line. I almost thought that maybe I wouldn’t hear this again…but guess what, she read the script off her wall…

You know, if I had changed my phone number ,ever, in the past 1.5 years, I’d understand, sort of. It’s no secret that I live in KS to anybody, as far as I know.
Hell, when my daughter was here last summer, and the ex called damn near every god damned day to tell her how great it would be when she comes back home to the land of roller-coasters and lollipops, I figure that would burn my phone number into her memory, both mental and muscle.

Either way, it’s no real secret as to why she does this. She calls back after little girl is in bed, so that I don’t have the opportunity to talk to her. This theory proved fact last night when she called back night. said little girl is in bed, sorry…but said, well, I guess she’s still up and heard me say who I was calling, she wants to say hi. Just another casualty to proving to daddy candidate #34 that I’m not doing everything I can…anyways.

Stupid is as stupid does. I know I’m just complaining here, and I mentioned quite a while back that I would not do this about the ex anymore, because it’s fruitless. This is still the same, I just thought it was funny. Funny that she either a. thinks that I’m that dumb, or b. she is.

I get the impression that she hires on her annual candidates because they’re not so smart, or at least not perceived to be. I can’t say that I’m the smartest man in the world, but I’m not dumb. I’m fairly comprehensive in my analysis’s, fairly critical in my thinking and listening. I think, however, that the ex still thinks that because she got me to fall for her story that I’m just still one of the fish in the candidate pool.

Ahh, no worries. It’s trivial at best why I’m complaining about this. I just think it’s funny that I’m supposed to fall for this same line this many times. A year and a half ago, understandable….after her phone as dialed my phone by one way or the other probably 100-150 times since then, not so…

The boss is going to start questioning you after you’ve had to miss work after having 10 grandparents die you know …..