Was a weird week. Spent all of my 3 day weekend home recovering. I
cheerfully could have called in Tuesday or Wednesday as well, but I put
on my big cultist robes and went to work. Was kind of glad to see people
actually. I’m still not 100%, but I’m close (minus the perpetual allergy
argument). Mood was pretty lousy though this week. Between being sick,
a whole lot of negative memories rising to the surface, and reality being
pretty depressing. At least my subconscious eased up on me while I was
asleep, with a lack of anxiety dreams. I kind of snapped out of it
this morning, as Fridays often fix the ills in my head.
As I said last post, I’ll be back to patching on Sunday evening. Approx 30
servers this go-round, but I’ll have at least one other admin patching, and
other bodies to do support tests and verify applications. So it should be
fairly smooth. Week will be a tad short, but that’s ok. I still have social
plans for tomorrow and for Sunday prior to patching.
So what’s up in the land of Vulpine besides work and illness? Lots of books,
lots of reading. For some odd reason most of what I’ve read has been set in
London, England between 1890-1920. Originally there was no plan, but between
a couple of Mythos tales, and pastiches of Sherlock Holmes and Carnacki the
Ghost Finder, and another period fantasy bit I’ve spent a lot of mental shoe
leather wandering around London. Currently reading ‘Dust and Shadow’ which
pits Sherlock against Jack the Ripper. I’m also hoping to have a spare
weekend day in the next few weeks where I feel up to finishing up on the
rearranging of the Starry Wisdom Library and building of at least one new
bookcase. Hopefully I’ll be sans plague in time to do this before summer
hits. Bedroom also needs work, but that’s less pressing. Less books in
there. And more work.
Ok, that’s about all I have for right now. I have tons of bright ideas for
posts, but usually they get detailed just as I’m getting ready for bed.
I’m starting to think I need a voice recorder to ramble into so I remember
these quirky ideas. For now though, I’m going to enjoy my Friday night
hermit. Catch you all later.
Not doing so good today. Last night was a series of classic vulpine
anxiety dreams. One involved a cat dying, not any cat I know, but still,
sad about kitty. Woke up from that bit of sad, decided to take my anxiety
med and try to go back to sleep. Which I did, and had an even worse
nightmare about celebrating a friend being in a big budget X-Men movie,
which was great and glorious, but all my friends at the party (save the movie
star), treated me as a leper. I woke up crying, and I felt like I’d been
run over by a train. Great way to start a Saturday.
So I’m wide awake at 7:30am, depressed as hell, scared as fuck of going back
to sleep. So I got up, checked the mail, and went to the store. Adulting,
even when I had 0 desire to adult. Groceries gotten, some general chores
done, been watching the first two ‘Species’ movies. Trying not to think
much, as I’d like my brain to leave me alone.
Between the dreams, and the perpetual allergy war, and the world diving into
an unhappy kind of insanity, lets just say I’m kind of hoping the comet that’s nnearby takes a left turn and smacks into the planet. At least there are
always books. They give so much, they ask so little.
I’ll be ok, these things pass, sooner or later. Later today I’m going to
see ‘John Wick 2’ with some friends, which I hope helps. Catch you all
Well last night’s sleep was kind of demented. Stayed up reading a
quasi-random book pickup that’s turned into an epic Lovecraftian conspiracy
novel. Decided to pause at about 2/3rd of the through, since I was
pooped, and I wanted to savor the last reveals. Went to sleep, and had some
bizarro dreams. I mentioned one on Facebook, where either Daniel Harms
referred to me as a ‘poor man’s Kenneth Hite’ or Kenneth Hite referred to me
as a ‘poor man’s Daniel Harms;. Either way, I’ll take the compliment.
Other dreams in the series was going to the ur-Bookstore. That’s what
I call a recurring bookstore in my dreams. It’s huge, more like a book
mall, laid out in a labyrinth of rooms, halls and displays. I’m never
looking for anything in particular, I’m just wandering looking at stuff.
And I found a new, basement section of historical docs and manuscripts and
other oddball stuff. But I had to go outside to get to the basement
entrance, and suddenly it was Arctic winter and I was dressed for Texas.
Brrr. Then the entrance was locked and I was getting colder and colder.
Then I realized I was dreaming, but my brain said ‘so what’ and I was stuck
trying to find a way out of the cold, or to wake up. Lucid Dreaming roll,
00. I was boned. Woke up eventually, and decided I didn’t want to give
my subconscious any more run time.
Got up, got moving. I’ve spilled my pills twice today, I got the bathroom
floor mopped, but my sinuses are now unthrilled. I was going to do a store
run, but I really rather just avoid humanity for the moment. Watching a
weird 70’s martial arts assassin flick, with really cheesy fight scenes.
Once that’s done, I’ll probably work on general cleaning. Not putting the
bookshelf together, my electric screwdriver/drill is dead, I’ve found that
manually screwing around = crappy bookshelves. So I’ll either have to borrow
one from a friend, or go get another one.
Ok, just went and picked some stuff in the bedroom, and I’m going to flop
some more. Don’t think I’m leaving the house. I can always order a pizza…
in fact I may do that very soon. Take care everyone. *sniffle*
Going to be a weird week for me. Most of the weekend was spent in some
degree of sinus pain/pressure. Worked last night on some Carcosa Corp stuff,
which wasn’t bad, just took a while. Today came into work a tad late,
but no random stuff being broke due to last night’s work. I have bad luck
with making late night changes that look fine, but in the cold light of
day (and customer activity) you find the errors and mis-estimates. Not
today, other than adjusting firewall rules to take the additional databases
The weird starts with DR testing at work this week. I’m the guinea pig,
as the new guy, I’ve been kind of deliberately kept in the dark, so when
they hand me the documentation, we can see if there are flaws in it, that
someone who’s familiar with the process would just be able to fill in.
We’ll see how well this works. I’m kind of anxious because, hey, new
situation. But it should be ok, or at least be educational.
I also have a friend going in for a what’s supposed to be a minor surgical
procedure. All should be ok, and it should be a day procedure. But of
course, I’m twitchy. Don’t like my friends in hospitals. *sigh*
Add in Friday’s expected political insanity, I expect the internets to be
utterly awash in hatred and anger. So I’ll probably avoid much discussion,
set filters to maximum, and maybe spend the weekend trying to translate
the Voynich Manuscript. Or go to art museums and bookstores. Or binge
on cheesy 80s horror movies. Or get on social media, and find 2000 more
groups from all over the spectrum to block…
So this week will be a tad challenging. But there are perks. And books,
and people who care. Oh yeah, and Cthulhu. Always good to have an eldritch
monstrocity that drives you insane in your corner. So on that tentacled note,
I’ll ramble more later. I’m going to try to post more here, get back in
my blogging habit, vs miniposts on Facebook.
Well, it’s 2017. New year started, old year in the rearview mirror. The
old year wasn’t that horrid for me, minus the holiday near meltdown.
Job has been good, and good for my coping skills. I wasn’t nearly as
social as usual this last year, nor have I done as much computer geekery
as I used to. Still keeping up with the books and bad movies though.
As is traditional for New Years Day, I’ve spent today doing the things I
want to have happen more of in the new year. So bad movies, buying books,
petting cats (doing critter care for some friends that are out of town),
sleeping in, and computer geeking. Hoping it leads to good and nifty things.
Last night I went to a comic/geek convention, didn’t do much besides some
shopping, hanging out with friends, and attempting to go to the ‘parties’
in the evening. Figured out that I’ve gotten old. At one I wanted to
yell ‘Turn that crap down’, and at the VIP party I listened to a decent
cover band get mangled by lousy sound engineering. I cut out around 11,
to avoid the drunks in Dallas, but they were already out in force. Came
home, watched the year roll over. I did manage to find the only Cthulhu
stuff in the ‘con. (A new dice game, that had cool tshirts, and a tshirt
vendor who had a HPL shirt that I didn’t own), and a movie producer who
aims to recreate 50’s B movies. So I had to get two. Was fun, but not
really my kind of ‘con. Nothing on the tracks caught my attention, and
most everything was comics or Harry Potter. Oh well, not every convention
can be the HPLFF.
Really no plans for tonight, besides continuing with my superstition. I’m
off work tomorrow, and I’ll spend most of it doing the chores I’m not doing
today (laundry, cleaning, store run) Then it’s back to work. I don’t have
any New Years resolutions, I’m weird and do resolutions around my Spawning
So that’s about it. I may do a review of 2016, or I may not. All depends
on what I get done tomorrow, and how many tentacles I’m left with, along
with how much I want to dive into the last year. Might be better to just
aim forward. But on that note, hope it’s a good year to everyone. Talk to
Today is the one year anniversary of my first day of freedom from The
Shoggoth Pit. (my last day was Sept 11th…but I didn’t want to write
this yesterday). A lot of things have changed in a year. I found an
old offline journal entry with my wishes for my post pit life. A job
where I’d have bosses who didn’t try to stress me out for yucks and giggles,
where work had challenges, but I also had support in meeting said challenges.
And I got that here at Carcosa Corp, in spades. I also got a much nicer
paycheck, and I have coworkers who I can count on to be professional, and
at the same time, can be silly with. The only negative is that it is
contract, so I cannot say that a year from now I’ll still be in the same
boat. But it’s given me hope that yes, I deserve a job where credit is
given, and I’m worth what I’m paid.
Outside of the work stuff, the last year I’ve done other stuff. I’ve finally
made it outside of Texas, and made it back home to NYC for a fun week. I’m
going to Portland in a little under a month for my first Lovecraft festival.
I’m sleeping better, though I am having more anxiety dreams about parents
than I was. I’m social, and my friends are much less worried about me
(sorry gang). I did up my meds this year for depression, but that I felt
like I could try to do something to help sounds like positive stuff to me.
I’ve also quit caffeine, and cut way down on sugar, and have started to lose
weight. Eating a little healthier. Reading more, generally most everything
is swinging up at least a little.
Still have anxiety and depression issues. I’m still reacting to things
like I’m back at the Shoggoth Pit, meetings make me anxious, new projects
cause worries, etc. But I’m catching myself when I start that, and it’s
lessening. Day by day, bit by bit, I’m getting better.
So that’s the state of the Vulpine, anniversary edition. Hopefully things
keep swinging up through the next year, and that this time in 2017 I’m no
longer thinking about the past or being bothered by it.
Not sure how long it’s been since I did one of these. Probably not long,
but here it is. At the beginning of the month I posted about going to
the pshrink to up my meds. I go back next week, and I’m going to say
that while it’s helped, it’s not helped as much as I’d want. Maybe another
dose up, as I am doing better. Or maybe a different med will be the
answer. I don’t know, but I’m willing to try. And that’s a big change
from last year, hell, from a couple of months ago.
Work is good. Figured out why I was anxious at the job, even though I’m
working with some very cool people, and nothing has felt like the stressors
of the Shoggoth Pit. But I still find meetings and dealing with the boss
as a cause of anxiety, because for years I’m used to having bosses who
yelled, who enjoyed winding me up, who had no clue how to handle people.
I now have a boss who’s helpful, and can say ‘you did this incorrectly,
here’s what you should have done’ without making it a chances to yank my
chain. I just need to get used to it, and it’s probably going to take
a while longer. But I see that I can, and why I feel the way I do, and
with that, I can change things.
Personal life is good. Been spending a lot of time buried in books.
Friends are good, friends are great. Even if I haven’t been quite the
social butterfly. Château Innsmouth is as it usually is. Most everything
is pretty ok. Well it’s overly warm, and my internet has issues, but
nothing I can’t handle.
That’s pretty much Vulpine’s life here at Château Innsmouth. Hoping it
stays that way. Catch you all later, hopefully with a stable internet
I was feeling quite blue today, no real big reason, just feeling a little
useless, and out of sorts. Then I was reminded that I work in a (fun kind of)
looney bin. One of the developers decided on a whim to dye his goatee blue.
And on our internal chat channel, me and another developer shared a brain
and both commented about using the blood of smurfs to dye it with.
It’s nice to work with people who are as nuts as me. Also, boss is in
town, and took us out for tacos. Yay free lunch.
The other big mood reset was I went back and read my offline journal for
last year, for the 3 months around when I quit the Shoggoth Pit. July
through September. And it sunk in how utterly miserable I was there,
the stress, the ex-boss from hell, along with trying to rebuild my life
after Mom’s passing. I’m kind of surprised that I didn’t end up in a
psych ward by late August. There was a lot of ick in those entries.
But I do remember one thing, towards the end, when I’d already written out
my plan to deass the job (aka Operation: Leng), I wrote something in the
vein of ‘My dream is to be in a better place by next year, financially,
professionally, etc’. And here it is, 9 months later and I’ve got a good
job where I feel appreciated (and get paid pretty well), I don’t dread
every morning, nor do I have horrible dreams every night. It’s not all
rainbows and unicorns, but so what ? I’m actually comfortable enough to
say to my pshrink ‘Ok, things aren’t as good as they could be…what can help?’
vs my traditional ‘it’s working well enough, don’t change’. And that means
So yeah, I’m doing better. It’s good when I can catch myself, and reset
before I spiral way down. I’m also glad I took that leap 9 months ago,
even if it scared the fhtagn out of me, and there were a bunch of times
that I thought I’d screwed up royally by leaving the ‘Pit. But I didn’t,
and things got better, and life got better, and huzzah for me and stuff.
The definition of best friend. When you wake up in a weird state of
anxiety, and you really do want to hang out and go see a horror movie
with said friend, but also really don’t want to leave the house at the
same time. So once you get the tentacles enough to call, she understands
you’re wound up, and yes…we can meet up at movie tive, while I get time
to wind down before going out. Friends get your weirdness, and work with
you on it. I’m also kind of happy that I didn’t make it a binary issue,
yes go out, or no hide at home.
As said above, having a high anxiety day. Something twitched off last
night in my sleep. Which is weird, because Friday night I had dreams about
summoning demons (the classical Goetic way of doing things, not Lovecraftian
stuff) in the Amityville Horror House. Now that was amusing. Yesterday
was a good day, hung out with Amythest, watched assorted bad horror flicks,
while I reinstalled Uxía. A good geek day.
I’m calming down as I write this, yay for the magic of medication. The
post office also left my copy of ‘The Mammoth Book of Cthulhu’ by the
door, so that’s good. Watching ‘Amityville 3D’, tried to watch it at
Amythest’s yesterday, and her Roku locked up and rebooted, so we took
that as a sign. Assuming my anxiety levels are down to normal after
the movie, I’ll make a quick trip to get meds and gas and packages, then
head down to meet up for the movie. Then it’s back to work tomorrow.
So that’s me on Sunday. Wish me luck on the rest of today, and for the next
week. *crosses tentacles*
I’m getting tired of dreaming. Another night of a dream hitting me right
in my anxiety. Last night was more BS about friends being their bizarro
world opposites, and something about buying a moving truck. Maybe
I was moving into the house of the occultist that I dreamed about the night
before (after my more horrible nightmares). I don’t remember the last
night I didn’t have an upsetting dream. *grumble*
I’m not sure what my brainmeats are trying to process. I think it’s just
the time…this time last year was epic stressors. Maybe it’s just
echos of that. I don’t know. I just know that sleep is not my friend
Can’t I just dream of a cyclopean city rising from the depths, or a serial
killer with knives for fingers, or a guy with a snake head. Or, more me,
falling behind the walls and running from zombies. (reoccuring nightmare
I had as a little kid). So much better than the current set. Oh well,
it will pass eventually. Talk to you all later.