I've been depressed, OKAY? That good enough for you?
10/30/07 09:36 AM
I've been totally out to lunch for some time now, so
those of you who have been wondering what's up or
have been attempting to contact me, well, thanks.
Everything's gonna be okay. I think probably there's
a time or two (or twenty if you're a real sad case)
in everybody's life where shit just doesn't go their
way, and I'm jammed up in the middle of that at the
moment.
No autism update today, I'm not up for it and I need to save some stuff for a big post on that anyway. Things have been rough in that area, sure to get rougher; we'll leave it right there for now.
Then there's the whole grandfather-failing-health thing, which is a real kick to the balls and a big problem for everyone involved. In the next couple weeks I'm driving to Florida again, this time with my mom, to see what we can figure out to do. We may have to force my grandparents to move back to Ohio, into my folk's house. That's not going to be real fun, especially since by the time we can make it happen it'll be the dead of winter in Cleveland. What really gets my goats about this situation is that both my grandparents are decorated WWII vets, my grandfather liberated Dachau for cryin' out loud, and they can't get any benefits from our awesome government. Money which is sorely needed, by the way. Oh- the paperwork is filed with the Veteran's Administration and has been for many many months, and we keep hearing that benefit disbursement is "imminent", but something or other is awaiting approval and my grandparents will need to wait another month or two. Another month or two has stretched now into January before anything is promised, and we have learned the hard way that the thieves and liars at the VA will probably find a way to make it a longer wait than that. The goal here, of course, is to tie up any benefit a vet may have earned in red tape and delays until the vet is dead and doesn't need it anymore. How great is that? Seriously, I don't have any earthly clue why anyone would want to serve in the armed forces. What a fucking racket they're running. And the punchline is that we have no real idea what sort of money the government will eventually pony up to help out- it could quite possibly be next to nothing, like enough to buy a bus ticket and a cup o' joe on your way to your glorious future of poverty and neglect. Hooray!
And where the FUCK are my doughnuts?!? A sales guy here we (the art department boyz) constantly do favors for had been asking to take us out for lunch or something for months as payback. First- we do not go out for lunch. Ever. Second, going out to lunch with this guy is punishment, not payback- he's a big head fucktard faux-hippie Bush supporting know-it-all bad mustache douchebag who always feels the need to make jello-brained smalltalk when clearly it is not necessary or even appreciated. So, finally, last Friday he asks again when can we go out to lunch, and I tell him, "Hey, Dave- we don't really have a lot of time for lunch. How 'bout you just bring us doughnuts? We sure love doughnuts! I'd marry doughnuts- they're so sweet and lovely. Bring us doughnuts!" He said Monday! We'd! Have! Doughnuts! And we wouldn't have to sit across a table from him pretending we're pals or anything. WINNER! Today's Tuesday. No doughnuts. I BOUGHT MILK. Fuck that guy.
Oh, and I just watched the first five episodes of Heroes this year. SUCKS. They all suck. Vague spoilers. Avert your eyes if you give a shit, although I assure you it isn't worth getting worked up about. My two dimwit dads? Hiro back in time? Peter has fuckin' amnesia? Awful. At least Kristin Bell nuked a lame bit player right out of the gate. MORE OF THAT PLEASE.
NOW do you see why I don't like posting these things when I'm down? Has this been fun for anyone? No. No it hasn't.
Fine- kid pics from the vacation that seems like it was a thousand years ago.
No autism update today, I'm not up for it and I need to save some stuff for a big post on that anyway. Things have been rough in that area, sure to get rougher; we'll leave it right there for now.
Then there's the whole grandfather-failing-health thing, which is a real kick to the balls and a big problem for everyone involved. In the next couple weeks I'm driving to Florida again, this time with my mom, to see what we can figure out to do. We may have to force my grandparents to move back to Ohio, into my folk's house. That's not going to be real fun, especially since by the time we can make it happen it'll be the dead of winter in Cleveland. What really gets my goats about this situation is that both my grandparents are decorated WWII vets, my grandfather liberated Dachau for cryin' out loud, and they can't get any benefits from our awesome government. Money which is sorely needed, by the way. Oh- the paperwork is filed with the Veteran's Administration and has been for many many months, and we keep hearing that benefit disbursement is "imminent", but something or other is awaiting approval and my grandparents will need to wait another month or two. Another month or two has stretched now into January before anything is promised, and we have learned the hard way that the thieves and liars at the VA will probably find a way to make it a longer wait than that. The goal here, of course, is to tie up any benefit a vet may have earned in red tape and delays until the vet is dead and doesn't need it anymore. How great is that? Seriously, I don't have any earthly clue why anyone would want to serve in the armed forces. What a fucking racket they're running. And the punchline is that we have no real idea what sort of money the government will eventually pony up to help out- it could quite possibly be next to nothing, like enough to buy a bus ticket and a cup o' joe on your way to your glorious future of poverty and neglect. Hooray!
And where the FUCK are my doughnuts?!? A sales guy here we (the art department boyz) constantly do favors for had been asking to take us out for lunch or something for months as payback. First- we do not go out for lunch. Ever. Second, going out to lunch with this guy is punishment, not payback- he's a big head fucktard faux-hippie Bush supporting know-it-all bad mustache douchebag who always feels the need to make jello-brained smalltalk when clearly it is not necessary or even appreciated. So, finally, last Friday he asks again when can we go out to lunch, and I tell him, "Hey, Dave- we don't really have a lot of time for lunch. How 'bout you just bring us doughnuts? We sure love doughnuts! I'd marry doughnuts- they're so sweet and lovely. Bring us doughnuts!" He said Monday! We'd! Have! Doughnuts! And we wouldn't have to sit across a table from him pretending we're pals or anything. WINNER! Today's Tuesday. No doughnuts. I BOUGHT MILK. Fuck that guy.
Oh, and I just watched the first five episodes of Heroes this year. SUCKS. They all suck. Vague spoilers. Avert your eyes if you give a shit, although I assure you it isn't worth getting worked up about. My two dimwit dads? Hiro back in time? Peter has fuckin' amnesia? Awful. At least Kristin Bell nuked a lame bit player right out of the gate. MORE OF THAT PLEASE.
NOW do you see why I don't like posting these things when I'm down? Has this been fun for anyone? No. No it hasn't.
Fine- kid pics from the vacation that seems like it was a thousand years ago.
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