Having a rough day of it. Started off ok, played chauffeur for a friend
who needed a lift to a doc appointment, a friend I haven't seen in the
flesh in many years. Got to meet her two kitties, both were skittish
about me, but one warmed enough for pets, and the other kept staring at
me with really gorgeous eyes. I'm patient, I'll win the kitten over
But afterwards, I felt off. I was near Recycled Books, so
I made a stop, but that didn't help much. Got a couple of books, but one
is a duplicate of something I already had. Got lunch and I was going to
do some other errands, but I decided that the cope tank was just about empty.
Came home, deal with frustrating doctor/insurance foo (never try to get
a referral when you're changing insurance copies in the next month and a half).
Then found a letter from the DocInABox about 'we're trying to reach you.'
Call them, get the run around, finally get someone to call me back to tell
me 'Oh we're calling about the referral. Why the actual fuck? Why couldn't
a receptionist have looked that up? Probably because it was filed as
something HIPPA esque I guess. Still damn frustrating. I am grateful
I'm off this week. I'm sure I'd be yelling in the office sooner or later.
Since then I've watched a few movies, had at least two short crying jags
over Jessi thoughts. Almost got into a yelling match with a friend, but
it got better. We talked through my distinct lack of interest in
Turkey Day, as I said right now I feel 0 thankfulness. So, I may just pass.
Going to decide Thursday when I get up. I'm not in a social mood, and
I don't think I'm up for a fairly large group of people. But, we'll see.
I'm trying to plot apartment stuff, but lacking info like the Spectrum
demarc location, and where the power plugs are is causing my plans to
be...vague. I can't just go in and look, the current tenant isn't moving
out til end of Dec, and no way would I ask to see it. So I have to
wait. And to be honest, I'll change my mind 10 times in the next 10 weeks
about layouts and plans. So trying to get ideas, but not get attached
to them. I really should hide the floorplan, and just dream what
I want, then when I have access to the place, I can make my ideas fit.
I'm now doing some basic geeking, upgraded my Fedora server VM to 32, and
it's being flaky. My OpenSuSE VM also flaked and died. I haven't had a
lot of good computer luck lately. Oh well, I'm not the home sysadmin I once
was. I do this all day at work. I've been meaning to work on packing and
whatnot, but...see above where I said I had a near empty cope tank. Tomorrow
I'm trying to not make many 'plans' I need to pick up meds and visit the
store, but besides that I want to try to get some more down time. I may
try to avoid the internets, and try to catch up on reading, if I can
get the focus (I have very little). Kind of shocked I wrote this out without
quitting and rewriting. But I think I'll call this a post. Laters cultists.
She passed on today. Requiescat in pace, sister love. Not the way things
were supposed to go, she was 14 years younger than me. But the universe
just really doesn't care that way. I'm hope, I'm hiding in audiobooks
(Grandpa Theobald's 'The Haunter of the Dark', which Jessi liked as well)
and trying to stay away from emotional subjects. I talked to my boss and
coworker earlier, and I'll be off the next few days, and my big project
for next week is being pushed. Jello plans indeed. So I have a few days
to process. The box of emotions are open, but I'm not actively processing
things just yet. Just don't want to end up having a full meltdown, which
keeping the box closed would do. Just wish... oh so many things.
So the next few days I'll be gentle with myself, try to either do things,
or not. Sleep late, or stay up late, be there if her family needs things,
or be alone if I need things. I know that last part will worry some folks,
but I promise I won't be stupid. My friends are a call away, and my
pshrink is really good about fitting in people with a crisis...and I am
well medicated. So I'll close this up.
I'm going to miss you so very much Jessi-Badger. You kept me going when
things were dark, and I won't disappoint you. See you sometime, make sure
to find me some good books while you're wherever we go.
Not doing so good. One of my best friends, the person who I think of as
my little sister, has been in the hospital since before I got sick. Today
I got a message from her husband that I need to be back up at the hospital
ASAP. Not going into detail, but her lungs are failing, and there isn't
any options to correct it. Either her body finds a way to heal itself,
or she doesn't recover. Was up at the hospital, emotions pretty well locked
in a box whenever I was around people. Got people talking about other
things, or listened to them when they talked sad. What I'm good at.
I learned how to compartmentalize emotions when Dad was in hospice. I also
learned to not keep the box closed too long. So when I felt the end of
my rope, I said my goodbyes and came home. Got myself into a shower, had a
good cry, and have been distracting myself since.
So what's next? No idea, that's up to things so far outside of my control
it's not funny. So it's one day at a time, one tentacle in front of another,
and making sure I take care of myself. Tomorrow, unless I need to be else
where, will probably be doing the tasks I dropped today. Then work, which
I'll have to really work at focusing to get a project with a short time
frame done and out the door. Then it's Thanksgiving, which to be honest
ATM I'm not very thankful for much. Then the project implementation for
work, then probably a holiday change freeze., which I'll have to spend
catching up on a lot of other stuff, plus moving prep and Cthulhumas.
Oh, this version of my blog will be going away at some point. Wordpress
is too cumbersome for how I want to blog, so unless I think of a better
option, I think I'll be going back to using Livejournal and importing
that feed into the Innsmouth website, like I did years ago on Cabal23.net.
The LJ API hasn't changed much, and I can still use an ancient perl script
I have to log in and post. And frankly, the worries we all had about
Soviet LJ seem to be tiny all things considered. None of the content will
vanish, because I cross posted most everything to LJ since I started on
Wordpress. We'll see how it works out. But for now, back to tuning
out and watching comfort movies.
"When asked what advantage he found in serving Tsathoggua the sleeping god,
Eibon replied 'Rather I would believe in a god that sleepeth than that
the travails of the world should be the will of a waking providence"
The Book of Eibon, the Apophthegmata of Eibon, verse 17
Well, still sick. Not shocking, bronchitis whacks me hard, and I end up
coughing and feeling off for a long while afterwards. We'll see how it
goes. Worked from home all week, been a frustrating work week. Apartment
foo is setup, 59 days and change til I get the keys. Can't wait,
even if I'm anxious about all the prep work I need to do.
I also had computer foo, but I didn't mention it last week. Dagon had
been having overheating issues, and finally started randomly rebooting. So
I made a hard cut over to Asenath, the new PC I've meant to use for months.
Same basic OS and desktop, just instead of 16.04 it's 19.10, so a lot of
new quirks to work out or find a better way of doing things. After a week
or so, I've mostly got everything working the way I want, or worked around.
I still have some changes to make.
Not much else, the holidays are coming up, and I'm really just not in
the mood for either Turkey Massacre or Cthulhumas. I've been highly
hermit-like, and it's hard to want to get out of the habit. I need to,
just hard to want to. Might be easier if I stop feeling lousy and wanting
to hack up my lungs.
Ok, going to call this a post. I've got Lovecraftian audiobooks, and
apartment nicknames to ponder. *waves a tentacle*
Well, good news and bad news. Bad news first, I have bronchitis. Felt
kind of off yesterday, been coughing more than usual. So I decided last
night that unless I felt loads better today, I'd go to the doctor. So I
went to the doctor. Long visit, Saturdays are crazy, and the plague is
in town. Came out with a load of 'scripts, and a referral to a cardiologist
because when they did the chest x-ray to make sure I didn't have
pneumonia, the radiologist didn't like the size of my heart. Guess
I need to be more grinchy this holiday season. So hopefully I can
shrug this off quickly.
So that's the bad news out of the way, so here's the good news. I found a
new place. I've been looking for a couple of weeks, and I found a near
perfect place. I'll move out of Château Innsmouth by Feb 1st, and into
"Nickname to be determined later". Actually I take possession of the new
place on Jan 15, so I'll probably take some PTO to move during the week,
and get organized, and use the weekends to draft my local friends into
helping me build bookcases. *grin*
Details, it's up by the new Carcosa Corp offices. It's a two bedroom,
one bath 1st floor apartment, 900 square feet. The living area is one
big room, so no one will be surprised when I line it with my bookcases
(and new taller ones). The smaller bedroom will be a bedroom, the bigger
one will be my study. Art, stuff on shelves, the computer horde, A cross
between the Matrix and an Edwardian Occultist's lair. Nothing amazing
with internet access, but it's the same company as I'm currently with,
so it's the evil I know. Kitchen is big, but I'm not much of a cook
so it will probably be mostly a place to store food and microwave it.
Bathroom is also pretty basic, but that's ok. It will be really good to
get out my current location, and build out a new lair according to a plan,
vs the organic disorganization I currently live in.
So that's the big news for right now. Going to call it a post. Wish me
luck getting healthy.
This is going to be a fairly short post, compared to my usual trip postmortems. I'm low on word foo lately, and it's harder to put my thoughts
into text worth a darn. But it's been 2 weeks, and if I don't do it now,
I'll probably not. So here we go.
This trip was shorter than my usual, I flew in Thursday evening, and
flew out Sunday morning. So I only had Friday night and Saturday for
fest fun and games. But I did manage to cram a lot into then. The Fest
started for me with an Innsmouth Art Show by a local art collective called
Dark Arbor Lodge. Sculpture, set pieces, masks and other art, all based
around Innsmouth. Needless to say, I was in heaven (or Y'ha-nthlei).
Have some great ideas for Château Innsmouth 2.0 decoration. If I'd been
local, I'd have tried to bring one of the pieces home with me. *grin*
After the show, and some dinner, I got in line for the fest. My plan was
simple, get in, get a seat in the big theater for the Opening, the first
block of shorts, then the big thing...Richard Stanley's 'Color Out of Space'.
The shorts were good, a couple I'd seen at 'Necronomicon', but there were
other goods ones, and the final one was 'The Last Incantation', which I'd
helped back on Kickstarter, and this was my first time to see it. Probably
the best Clark Ashton Smith adaptation yet. Then it was time for the Colour.
Not going to go into detail, or spoilers, but if anyone had their doubts
about the combo of Richard Stanley and Nicolas Cage adapting a Lovecraft
story, don't. Cage doing Cage fits in the story, given that things go
crazy when a Colour from space infects your farm. It's glorious and nuts
and very very Lovecraftian. And if you play 'spot the reference' you'll
have a field day. Per the director, it should have a wide release in Jan
2020. Go see it, I know I will again.
Saturday was much more laid back. Hung out with authors in the morning,
went to see a Russian feature flick, but it honestly bored me out of my
mind, gorgeous visuals, but it just...dragged. So I left early. Then
the fest turned into more of an M.R. James fest. Saw a couple of British
BBC adaptations, talked British ghost stories, listened to Robert Parry and
Richard Stanley read M.R. James stories. Yeah, I know it's a HPL Film Fest,
but I've been on a huge Jamesian and related authors kick this last year,
so it was a nice fix to get. Back to the Lovecraft, the Saturday night
feature was 'The Haunted Palace', the first Lovecraft adaptation, starring
Vincent Price and directed by Roger Corman (Mr. Corman was at the fest, along
with Price's daughter Victoria). I've seen it a number of times, but it was
great seeing it on the big screen at the Hollywood Theatre. And I've been
on a Price kick since I got home.
Besides the fest, I did my usual Powell's Books raids, this time visiting
some of the other locations. I ate some really good food as usual. Just
wish I'd had more time in Portland. It's one of my favorite cities. And
the festival is...my home away from home. There isn't anywhere quite like
being in that beautiful theatre, surrounded by a horde of your fellow
cultists that you may not know, but you all share a love for this weirdness.
(and it's amazing how many friends I do know there now). It truly is
'The only convention that understands.' (Not to knock Necronomicon,
but this is my fave)
So that's my trip. Already got the 2020 one on the calendar (Oct 2-4th,
2020) and on a countdown. It's the 25th anniversary, so there's no way
I'm going to miss it.
(or the 47th for those who don’t read Latin numerals)
Just a quick post to say I’ve had another spawning day. Nothing spectacular happened today, but nothing horrible either. Worked from home, haven’t done a whole lot. Watching movies, going to head to bed with a book in a little while. Oh, I know I still owe a H.P Lovecraft Film Fest post, just haven’t had the braincells to post much. Maybe this weekend. So that’s about it for this spawning day. Laters cultists.
Leaving for the HP Lovecraft Film Festival in a few hours, and coming
back Sunday day. So pretty much just a flying visit to Innsmouth West. But
I'll get my pilgrimage to Powell's Books, and see the big films I want to
see. Topping the list is the Richard Stanley & Nicholas Cage production of
'The Color Out of Space', on a really big screen. I'll also get to
hang out with a few hundred cool cultists. As usual I'm majorly wound
up over the traveling part. TSA and flying are both stressful to me,
even with me signing up for the TSA EZCheck or whatever it's called.
Hopefully it's as easy as it's name. I also have to get through 3 meetings
in my 4 hour shift today, one of which shall be an utter pain in the
rump. But at 1500 CDT, I'll be up in the air, Junior Byakhee. So see
you all when I get back.
Ok, Friday night horror movie night has been quality new scares.
Bliss - I'd make a joke about the anti-twilight, but this is more 3- Days of Night + punk art and more drugs then three hair metal bands reduced down to their essential saltes. Exceedingly gory, mondo demented, good soundtrack if you like punk/metal, and it's got surprises for you. FYI, lots of strobe effects, take into account when viewing. 5 out of 5 bloody snacks.
Prey - Troubled teen on a 'deserted' island tries to learn about himself, finds cute fellow teen, and a monster in the jungle. Kind of predictable, but the lead teen plays it well, just enough awkward to see, yes I'm a teen, but still sympathetic and interesting. The fact he goes from well, me in the woods to Rambo/The Guy in Predator in 2 lessons and about 40 hours in the jungle is a bit over the top, but history is full of people doing amazing things to impress someone they find cute. 3.5 out of 5 bad travel decisions.
And on that note, I'm off to read. Found a 'new' (to me) author "In the vein of M.R. James" so I'm off to creepy stuff found by antiquarians. Night all.