Good news: Empath is going back to work a few days a week at his previous job. He’s first day is Wednesday, a day shift.
Bad news: My ass is going to get a workout Monday with major housecleaning. I’ve been putting it off for a few weeks and, tbh, it’s pretty raunchy around home.
Sucky news: Paul Newman is dead. *cry*
Last night I get a call from my ex, all about how our daughter is failing geometry. She’s not taking notes in class, got caught reading fiction books and is clueless on how to do proofs. My exx is a real yakker and spent most of the call talking to me about his expectations of our kid. When I finally talked to her, she was frustrated, but I took the neutral route and listened to what she wanted to say. Basically, I asked her to try to take notes in class and explained that she’s not stupid for not knowing how to explain a proof. Hell, I flunked algebra twice before understanding it. I recommended she transfer to an easier geometry class (less focus on proofs and theorums). She’s smart as anything and really likes to do math and logic stuff, but she’s got a lot of stubborn in her and she doesn’t like doing things she hates. The ex called tonight and said the day went much better. She took notes good enough for her to understand (including the stick figure doodles lol) and neither was at the other’s throat. The groovy news is that she’s learning Japanese at the state university in an off-campus thing run by some Japanese exchange students. She wants to learn it so she can read manga.
On the home front, Empath talked with his ex-boss and is on call for work. He liked his job, but standing on his feet on concrete for 8 hours a day got painful. He’ll be parttime from what I know, so he can still apply for other jobs. He thinks he can work 2 parttime jobs as long as one involves sitting down.
We were at our grocery store today. There’s an open lobster tank in the meat/fish department for picking one out, but we like to stop by and say hi to them. I stopped by the tank, shocked. The rake end of the tool to get them out was inside the tank and a lobster claw. o_O Yeah, a lone lobster claw with no lobster attached! We did not find the victim nor the attacker.
One reason we were at the store was to get some guaze pads and paper tape for me. On Tuesday, I backed into a fresh-from-the-oven cookie sheet with my right forearm and gave myself a 4 inch long, 2nd degree burn. It blistered up pretty good, even after running icy water on it. Yesterday, I popped it to get some of the fluid out because I was on the verge of picking it and doing serious damage. Empath bandaged it up and did okay until today when the bandage glue was giving me an itchy rash (I’m allergic to adhesive glue). Now I’m wearing a guaze pad stuck to my arm with paper tape.
I had a small flip this morning before hopping in the shower. I’ve been thinking about our situation for a couple days, wondering when the shit is going to hit the fan. Empath’s folks haven’t had The Talk with him about his quitting work. We’ve gotten my student loans into a good place for paying off. The car we’re using has a bad leak in the power steering line, so we’re pouring quart after quart of fluid in there every time we use the vehicle. I guess it’s the stress of worrying about everything that got to me. Empath heard me crying into the towels in the bathroom and came to be my rock. My having a headcold did not help and I ended up with a running, bloody nose when I calmed down.
Anyway, Empath got hired by a temp agency, but they don’t have any work for him atm. He’s sending out resumes to jobs daily. He told me if nothing happened in a week, he’d go back to his old job (they want him back; he’s responsible 
).
The eye surgeon called today and set up an appointment in December for more testing. I wonder how much that will cost? :/
I forgot this. Empath found out where the mice are living on the property. There’s a shed in the backyard (all Canadian homes have them ) that the ILs put their full garbage bags if it’s not near garbage day. Empath found the bag had nibbled holes in it. There was a dead mouse in the house last week.
I took a pirate name quiz and I be Calico Shelly. Shiver me timbers, I plundered the upstairs fer food and took some tasty grilled meat from me partner, Iron Jack Kidd. The pair of us were bombarded by scurvy pigeons what swarmed our ships at the harbor. Meself was set upon by no less than 3 of the perfidious bastards who showed their yellow bellies by attackin’ me from behind! Twas a good day to be had.
Yarr!!
September 19 – TOMORROW – is International Talk LIke A Pirate Day. Show yer piratey colors all day long! Yarr!!!
Anyone (who cares) reading this, please send good vibes to the east coast of Cananda tomorrow morning-ish. Empath has a job interview!
Usually, movie remakes are bad. This can be for a few reasons. One, the original was so horrible that nothing can bring it out of it, not even a remake with Mark Wahlberg. Two, the original was so good (not just a fanatic’s opinion, but across the globe) that remaking it is plain stupid (see Ocean’s 11). Three, the remake is just trying to cash in on a lame trend (see King Kong 2005 or Godzilla).
It’s rare for a remake to be as good as the original (see The Italian Job 1969 and 2003). It’s rarer for a remake to surpass the original.
Rob Zombie’s Halloween does just that.
Not only does it retell the story set out by John Carpenter and Debra Hill, but it gives a reasoning as to why Michael Myers killed his family, wore a mask and went after Laurie Strode. I was awestruck by the details carried over – Dr. Loomis grabbing Michael’s leg, the girls walking from school, the two children being babysat. The story is as strong as ever; the sensation of fear is heightened.
This film is a must see for any Halloween fan (casual or otherwise).
I have the urge to draw again. I bought some nice sketching pencils and paper and did some doodling this afternoon. I’m trying to come up with something decent to test out the scanner. You may be seeing uploaded drawings soonish.
A site you need to check out: Badass of the Week. Informative with a kick of wicked humor. Read up on Molly; it’s a great article. 
I saw Good Housekeeping while at the store. On the cover was a woman, dressed as a cat with her face painted, and the woman’s dog. My perverted brain thought, “Do furries (the ones who think they’re an animal in a human body) have sex with the appropriate species of animal?” Such as: if a person feels s/he is a dog on the inside, would s/he have sex with dogs (either pets or neighborhood animals) and feel that that’s a “normal” course of action when they get horny? Of course, now I want to know a furry’s stance on beastiality.
I called M yesterday and told her about my eyes. She said eye problems are hereditary on our mom’s side of the family. My brother mentioned so is getting kicked in the head by an ox. I told him I stay away from livestock. XD
The doctor confirmed I have ocular hypertension. No glaucoma (yet). He gave me 3 sets of eye drops and di a new pressure test I haven’t had. It was like putting contact lenses on my eyes. I tried really hard to be still and keep my eyes open. Empath had to get behind me at one point and hold my head against the exam machine.
The doctor got surprised and asked if I was a premature baby. “No, 2 weeks late,” I replied. The weirdness: my optic nerve is raised above the lense. The nerve is “normally” flush with the lense, but mine is hanging out or something. The doctor gasped in surprise over seeing this and mentioned my nerve looked different. I so wanted to say, “What? It’s wearing a tutu?” but some people have no sense of humor. 
I have to get a periphery field vision test and something else I can’t remember.
It was kinda fun since Empath got to watch my eyes dilate. 
He let me wear his Tilley hat and sunglasses until we got home. There’s not much I can do except listen to music or the tv. He put Clerks in the DVD player and I listened to the commentary, but fell asleep during the last half hour. I went to bed and slept for 2 hours, hoping my eyes would be normalish. They are only dilated about half the size. At least I can see things with my glasses on now.
ION, we forked over money for a HP printer-scanner-copier at Staples yesterday. I know, he’s got no job and we should be saving what little money we have for bills and food. We look on it the same way: he needs to get resumes printed and handed out and the old printer had toner on the drum so there’s a big black streak on every sheet of paper printed. You won’t get a job with a messy resume. Now all I have to do is get Empath to type up his resume and print it out. XD
