Today Granddad came over, and mostly, we rehearsed how we're going to handle the court hearing. I tried to contact our super, but while he was in, he was off-duty, and only meant to be contacted for emergency purposes. I didn't deem this an emergency, because frankly, this isn't the eviction, it's the hearing, and I know he most likely can't do anything about it, I just left him a note. He said that is an acceptable method of contact.
Otherwise... OH! Bad news. I've been playing this MMORPG. That means Massive Multiplayer Role Played Game. I'm not going to tell you which poison I picked, but the point is that, these things are CLASSIC for creating obsession and drawing people in until their lives revolves around them. And considering my history with the world of illusion, and the relatively few distractions in my life, I'm likely a part of the high risk factor. So I'm gonna clock my daily time in here, and if I get sucked in too much, host an intervention. Or at least, send me an angry email. Okay? Thanks!
I... don't feel much like talking today. I'll get back to you all tomorrow...
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Farmer's Market, Karate, Counseling
It turns out Mom didn't get into the farmer's market for the first time this week. That means I couldn't peddle my karate tickets, and while Mom and Louise still seem determined to peddle them, on account that there's no time limit, which is logical, because it would rake in profit for me, my dojo, and the person signing up, regardless of the time it happens, the Halloween decals on the tickets make me kind of leery to hand them out over a week after Halloween. If I don't want this to happen, though, I'm wondering if I have to actively hide them, and I wonder if my pride is so much stronger than my sense of profit that I would go to that trouble... Well, gotta make that decision, before it makes it for me. Doubt I'll be around a week from now, though, what with all this financial stuff.
WOW! I was so messed yesterday, I didn't even title my entry! That's pretty messed.
Didn't do a ton today, and I hate to admit it, but at least now I can prove that my failure to update on several fairly recent occasions truly has been due to time management difficulties, and not because I would fail to update based on lack of content.
That being said, I'm going to have to focus a bit on reflection today, which I can do because I've neglected a few details as a result of my concentration on more important things over the past little while.
Firstly, the reason I got my blue stripe on both Friday and Thursday... Wait, did I say that? *Checks* No, I didn't. Darn. Oh well, point is, I forgot my belt on Thursday. I told my sensei about my testing before going into the changeroom, so I couldn't exactly sneak out again. He was cool with it, though. He even tested me and found me successful, but he couldn't give me the actual stripe. I went into open practice on Friday. I didn't know they could hand out stripes at open practice, but they can, and we even had a bowing-out ceremony for it. Two other people got stripes too. It was a little neat, because I got to bow out with the kids.
I'm afraid I'm spamming quips about me forgetting my belt a little too much since "I made a mistake tying my belt today, I guess it's been too long!"
We played a fun game where we lined up, and a person stood with his back turned while two people were selected. The person would walk down the aisle of people, not knowing who was selected, and then those people would attack him. I was selected as an attacker twice, and to be attacked once. It was a relief to see that, despite my already-significant ability in grappling and my undefeated hold in self defense practice didn't actually help me too much "on the field" so to speak. I tried for my unbeaten bear hug on a blackbelt, but he wouldn't let me under his arms, so I had to compensate by going over, and it wasn't enough. Another guy didn't even really let me touch him. Even though I was unsuccessful in my attack, I was happy to see the benefit of advanced technique. It was depressing to think I could thug my way through higher ranks.
As for counseling, I said it ended on a positive note, but I didn't say that I don't think that's a good thing. If they think you're too healthy, they'll try and toss you. I'd better make sure to go in with an especially bad attitude next time. It's just hard, with all the positivity and whatnot.
WOW! I was so messed yesterday, I didn't even title my entry! That's pretty messed.
Didn't do a ton today, and I hate to admit it, but at least now I can prove that my failure to update on several fairly recent occasions truly has been due to time management difficulties, and not because I would fail to update based on lack of content.
That being said, I'm going to have to focus a bit on reflection today, which I can do because I've neglected a few details as a result of my concentration on more important things over the past little while.
Firstly, the reason I got my blue stripe on both Friday and Thursday... Wait, did I say that? *Checks* No, I didn't. Darn. Oh well, point is, I forgot my belt on Thursday. I told my sensei about my testing before going into the changeroom, so I couldn't exactly sneak out again. He was cool with it, though. He even tested me and found me successful, but he couldn't give me the actual stripe. I went into open practice on Friday. I didn't know they could hand out stripes at open practice, but they can, and we even had a bowing-out ceremony for it. Two other people got stripes too. It was a little neat, because I got to bow out with the kids.
I'm afraid I'm spamming quips about me forgetting my belt a little too much since "I made a mistake tying my belt today, I guess it's been too long!"
We played a fun game where we lined up, and a person stood with his back turned while two people were selected. The person would walk down the aisle of people, not knowing who was selected, and then those people would attack him. I was selected as an attacker twice, and to be attacked once. It was a relief to see that, despite my already-significant ability in grappling and my undefeated hold in self defense practice didn't actually help me too much "on the field" so to speak. I tried for my unbeaten bear hug on a blackbelt, but he wouldn't let me under his arms, so I had to compensate by going over, and it wasn't enough. Another guy didn't even really let me touch him. Even though I was unsuccessful in my attack, I was happy to see the benefit of advanced technique. It was depressing to think I could thug my way through higher ranks.
As for counseling, I said it ended on a positive note, but I didn't say that I don't think that's a good thing. If they think you're too healthy, they'll try and toss you. I'd better make sure to go in with an especially bad attitude next time. It's just hard, with all the positivity and whatnot.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Well, today I spoke with a teacher from my old high school, and she said that you can get past the answering machine and to a receptionist at Welfare by pressing 0, which isn't listed as an available option in their voice directory. Well, I tried that, since we've got a court hearing coming up on Monday for our eviction, and even though they don't want us to bug them, this was kind of their last chance to stop this from going through court.
So... I pressed it, but I didn't get anything. I decided to carefully listen to their whole voice directory, and to my surprise, when they finish up, they randomly transfer your call to somebody in the know, although they don't tell you who they're transferring you to while it's happening.
Anyway, so she checked on the status of our two application... Turns out it didn't get through, so I had to reapply.
So... it looks like we're going to court.
Well... at least it looks like we're on the good side of our super. Really, I feel fairly confident in saying I did all that I could... Applying, reapplying, going in person, and eventually getting through, only to find this... Talking to our super, talking to the Rent Bank... It hasn't been easy for me, either.
But everything turned out to fall into a worst-case-scenario...
It's like I say... life is only a string of worst-case-scenarios, but there's usually a spot of good in them, and if you take the good and try to leave the bad... hopefully the good piles up and succeeds the bad.
BUT YOU'RE ON A TIME LIMIT!!!!!!
*Sigh*... Well, in other news, I've had a few dreams about flying in cars. Well, more specifically, sitting in the passenger seat while the driver navigates so recklessly that we're sent packing through the air, and I always think we're not going to land on the road, and that we're going to go careening off and crash, but then we hit pavement, and we go skidding, and it's a winding road... surrounded by dangerous gullies! But we don't quite go off, and the driver speeds up and flies off another hill, over and over, until I wake up.
Well, it's only happened twice, and both in one night, so... not enough to call it recurring. Not too difficult a dream to analyze, and I must say, if my subconscious is capable of fear, that is the best sign of a self-preservation instinct, and a self-preservation instinct is a positive sign for having a sense of self-worth.
Paths often represent life direction. Vehicles represent personal movement. That I'm sitting in the passenger seat represents my feeling that I'm not in control of my own actions, and the recklessness of the movements represents life's recent turbulence.
Pretty basic, really. Better than nothing, but I still expect something a little more intricate from me.
I sent my inquiry on the status of my webcomic storyarcs to my ex. Tried to be cautious about it.
So... I pressed it, but I didn't get anything. I decided to carefully listen to their whole voice directory, and to my surprise, when they finish up, they randomly transfer your call to somebody in the know, although they don't tell you who they're transferring you to while it's happening.
Anyway, so she checked on the status of our two application... Turns out it didn't get through, so I had to reapply.
So... it looks like we're going to court.
Well... at least it looks like we're on the good side of our super. Really, I feel fairly confident in saying I did all that I could... Applying, reapplying, going in person, and eventually getting through, only to find this... Talking to our super, talking to the Rent Bank... It hasn't been easy for me, either.
But everything turned out to fall into a worst-case-scenario...
It's like I say... life is only a string of worst-case-scenarios, but there's usually a spot of good in them, and if you take the good and try to leave the bad... hopefully the good piles up and succeeds the bad.
BUT YOU'RE ON A TIME LIMIT!!!!!!
*Sigh*... Well, in other news, I've had a few dreams about flying in cars. Well, more specifically, sitting in the passenger seat while the driver navigates so recklessly that we're sent packing through the air, and I always think we're not going to land on the road, and that we're going to go careening off and crash, but then we hit pavement, and we go skidding, and it's a winding road... surrounded by dangerous gullies! But we don't quite go off, and the driver speeds up and flies off another hill, over and over, until I wake up.
Well, it's only happened twice, and both in one night, so... not enough to call it recurring. Not too difficult a dream to analyze, and I must say, if my subconscious is capable of fear, that is the best sign of a self-preservation instinct, and a self-preservation instinct is a positive sign for having a sense of self-worth.
Paths often represent life direction. Vehicles represent personal movement. That I'm sitting in the passenger seat represents my feeling that I'm not in control of my own actions, and the recklessness of the movements represents life's recent turbulence.
Pretty basic, really. Better than nothing, but I still expect something a little more intricate from me.
I sent my inquiry on the status of my webcomic storyarcs to my ex. Tried to be cautious about it.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Cat Stuff, Mainly
About three weeks ago, Mom brought home a stray cat. It didn't seem full-grown, it was missing a chunk of ear, had an ear infection, was starving, had diahrea, and would, in a matter of... if you can believe it, and no, I'm not exagerating... become obvious that she was pregnant. According to Mom, she followed her all the way from our building to the grocery store, and then when she purposely lost her, she was waiting for her at the location they'd first met.
She had to be separated from our cat, of course, for the first while, so she took lodging in my room. The first night, I woke up with her sleeping in the crook of my arm, and the next two nights, I woke up with her sleeping on my back.
It was obvious that she was accostumed to living with humans, which meant that she had had an owner, but after a week or so, I couldn't bring myself to keep trying to get rid of her.
But today, the Superintendant saw her staring out my window. Apparently a tenant had lost her. So he came over when I was at karate, apparently she let him pick her up... something she never would have let us do... and she was purring audibly on meeting him.
The guy lives right across from my window. That means that, all this time she was staring out my window at her home.
HOWEVER! That means she was right near her home when we took her in... What's she doing starving, pregnant, battle-scarred, and ear-and-stomach-infected when her home is right around the corner?
Awww... And I was having a good day. I visited Louise, which was pleasant, did some general labour and got paid for it, got my first assignment from the business, went to counseling, which ended on a good note, went to karate and got my blue stripe. I'm coming home, thinking about how this is the first day in many months that just felt good, front to back. The sun had set, and I had no plans for the rest of the night. Then I come home and this little saga had unfolded in the hour-and-a-half I'd been gone.
We're basically catnappers, I guess, since she... couldn't have been lost.
But seriously, keeping an unfixed female cat as an outdoor cat in a neighborhood full of strays? I dunno about that...
She had to be separated from our cat, of course, for the first while, so she took lodging in my room. The first night, I woke up with her sleeping in the crook of my arm, and the next two nights, I woke up with her sleeping on my back.
It was obvious that she was accostumed to living with humans, which meant that she had had an owner, but after a week or so, I couldn't bring myself to keep trying to get rid of her.
But today, the Superintendant saw her staring out my window. Apparently a tenant had lost her. So he came over when I was at karate, apparently she let him pick her up... something she never would have let us do... and she was purring audibly on meeting him.
The guy lives right across from my window. That means that, all this time she was staring out my window at her home.
HOWEVER! That means she was right near her home when we took her in... What's she doing starving, pregnant, battle-scarred, and ear-and-stomach-infected when her home is right around the corner?
Awww... And I was having a good day. I visited Louise, which was pleasant, did some general labour and got paid for it, got my first assignment from the business, went to counseling, which ended on a good note, went to karate and got my blue stripe. I'm coming home, thinking about how this is the first day in many months that just felt good, front to back. The sun had set, and I had no plans for the rest of the night. Then I come home and this little saga had unfolded in the hour-and-a-half I'd been gone.
We're basically catnappers, I guess, since she... couldn't have been lost.
But seriously, keeping an unfixed female cat as an outdoor cat in a neighborhood full of strays? I dunno about that...
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
HealthCanada, Rent, Facebook, Karate
Well, I spoke with HealthCanada. They told me what they needed for them to find my records. I gave them the info, and I'm waiting on a response.
I spoke with my superintendant about getting behind on rent. He's willing to work out a payment plan, sounds like, as long as I get the name of a Welfare worker. That's still gonna be a challenge. We had to reapply for Welfare, because they only keep you on record for three months unless you're collecting money. We reapplied three or four days ago with no response. It's never taken more than a day before. Got two days to get a response, but it sounds like all we need is a response.
This is a bit of a gross topic. I made my own dry quips about it in my head, which I'd love to share, but right now, I'm a little too edgey to treat this any way other than with utter seriousness in regard to speaking publicly.
I sent friend requests to all the members of I Hate Toucans on Facebook, and was rejected by all but one, and that person unfriended me. While this sounds like rational behaviour, it's actually pretty uncommon on Facebook. Most people are friend-sponges, and will use any slight excuse to fire off a request, or to accept one, to buffer up their friend count and make them look more impressive. I've had a person initiate a friend request on Facebook, then dodge me on the bus when we were the only two people on there. And it's especially odd that someone accepted initially, and then later decided to unfriend me.
I won a game of Scrabble on Facebook recently. My win rate has come up to almost 40%! That sounds bad, but I'm only playing one person right now, and she's pretty pro. She really creamed me a lot when we started, so I've had to fight pretty hard to make a comeback.
I couldn't get my black stripe yesterday in karate, because I fell asleep... Urg... And my rival got his! And a red stripe! That puts him one ahead of me! And I didn't manage to get tested for my blue stripe this week! Well, I've got counseling at an awkward time tomorrow, but I think I can still get there... Get my blue stripe, then next Tuesday my black, then on Wednesday my green... Put me two ahead! You can only graduate to the next belt level on the last Thursday of every month, though, so I might not gain any permanent speed if we both graduate at the same time. Then we'd both start at yellow at the same time with the same number of stripes.
Got my B12. Cross your fingers that this works!
I spoke with my superintendant about getting behind on rent. He's willing to work out a payment plan, sounds like, as long as I get the name of a Welfare worker. That's still gonna be a challenge. We had to reapply for Welfare, because they only keep you on record for three months unless you're collecting money. We reapplied three or four days ago with no response. It's never taken more than a day before. Got two days to get a response, but it sounds like all we need is a response.
This is a bit of a gross topic. I made my own dry quips about it in my head, which I'd love to share, but right now, I'm a little too edgey to treat this any way other than with utter seriousness in regard to speaking publicly.
I sent friend requests to all the members of I Hate Toucans on Facebook, and was rejected by all but one, and that person unfriended me. While this sounds like rational behaviour, it's actually pretty uncommon on Facebook. Most people are friend-sponges, and will use any slight excuse to fire off a request, or to accept one, to buffer up their friend count and make them look more impressive. I've had a person initiate a friend request on Facebook, then dodge me on the bus when we were the only two people on there. And it's especially odd that someone accepted initially, and then later decided to unfriend me.
I won a game of Scrabble on Facebook recently. My win rate has come up to almost 40%! That sounds bad, but I'm only playing one person right now, and she's pretty pro. She really creamed me a lot when we started, so I've had to fight pretty hard to make a comeback.
I couldn't get my black stripe yesterday in karate, because I fell asleep... Urg... And my rival got his! And a red stripe! That puts him one ahead of me! And I didn't manage to get tested for my blue stripe this week! Well, I've got counseling at an awkward time tomorrow, but I think I can still get there... Get my blue stripe, then next Tuesday my black, then on Wednesday my green... Put me two ahead! You can only graduate to the next belt level on the last Thursday of every month, though, so I might not gain any permanent speed if we both graduate at the same time. Then we'd both start at yellow at the same time with the same number of stripes.
Got my B12. Cross your fingers that this works!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Work, Vitamin B12, Welfare
Today Duncan worked doing general labour at Louise's with me. I guess this was kind of a big things for him, but I can't really think of what else to say about it. He did a good job.
Afterward, Louise treated us to lunch at the Golden Griddle. The food was good but the service was really slow, and they got my order wrong. And they don't really have an excuse since the restaurant was nearly empty.
The other day, I posted around those Fall pics at some other locations, just for the fun of it.
Oh, and hey! Turns out I've got a Vitamin B12 deficiency. I think I already said that in a previous post, but I just looked it up, and one of the possible symptoms is feeling depressed, in a cloudy, detached way. Ideally, I wouldn't like to find the solution to this problem in medicine. It'd make me feel too dependent on this human society, but if this really is a solution, I'll swallow my pride faster than a... Okay, sorry, I don't know how to end that sentence in a non-filthy way.
No call from Welfare. Nobody else is acting like we're royally messed over here, but honestly, my faith in our coming out of this situation in a non-life-upheaving way is seriously waning.
Afterward, Louise treated us to lunch at the Golden Griddle. The food was good but the service was really slow, and they got my order wrong. And they don't really have an excuse since the restaurant was nearly empty.
The other day, I posted around those Fall pics at some other locations, just for the fun of it.
Oh, and hey! Turns out I've got a Vitamin B12 deficiency. I think I already said that in a previous post, but I just looked it up, and one of the possible symptoms is feeling depressed, in a cloudy, detached way. Ideally, I wouldn't like to find the solution to this problem in medicine. It'd make me feel too dependent on this human society, but if this really is a solution, I'll swallow my pride faster than a... Okay, sorry, I don't know how to end that sentence in a non-filthy way.
No call from Welfare. Nobody else is acting like we're royally messed over here, but honestly, my faith in our coming out of this situation in a non-life-upheaving way is seriously waning.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Gallery Blog, Google, Visit, Financial Stuff
Well, I know I said I'd wait awhile, but when I get an idea in my head, I can't help but go forward. I opened a new blog specifically for photos. Right now it just has what I've already posted in this one. Here's the link: http://gryphonsgallery.blogspot.com/
Yesterday, it was a perfect full moon, with the perfect level of haze, perfectly backing and bordering it without obscuring it, but the batteries in our camera were run out. We tried putting dollar store batteries in, but there wasn't even enough for one shot.
I know life doesn't work like this, but it just seems so anticlimactic that the full moon would come the day after Halloween. Since this was a more eventful day for me, I am forced to assume that the world revolves around me.
As far as the Google thing is concerned, my name-dropping trap worked, but it just puts the two links together on the front page, with the unfortunate post indented beneath the new. This actually works better than it would otherwise, because Google doesn't keep indenting links. This means that, instead of having to drop my name enough times to get the undesired post off the front page, I only have to drop one more post, and the indented post will be replaced, and it will be not only off the front page, but off Google entirely.
There is an option provided by eBlogger to stop search engines from crawling your blog, but it must not work for Google. Ironic, since eBlogger is the Google brand for blogs. Their search engine anti-crawl measures don't work on their own search engine!
Maybe it only prevents crawling, but it can't un-archive what's already been crawled. That's why I'm still allowing it to crawl this blog, until I drop enough names to bury the unwanted content.
OH! You want to hear about the visit with my dad yesterday? It went fine. I don't publish specifics on personal encounters that includes the emotional involvement of others, without that person's consent. It's part of my privacy policy. I can speak a little about my perceptions on the general situation, however.
I felt it was a little more nerve-wracking this time, since it involved my mother and my brother, and since it involved him coming here, "on my turf", you know? The visit went off without a hitch. He dropped by and said hi to Mom and Duncan, then we went for a walk and I showed him around my neighborhood.
Aunt Nancy let me keep the bookbag she lent me to bring the loaner laptop to Guelph in, and she bought us a load of groceries! We certainly won't starve, at least, for a while longer.
Oh, and that reminds me... The Rent Bank won't do anything for us until we get on Welfare, and we've applied at Welfare, and every time we've been through this in the past, they've responded the next day, but they haven't yet today, and they've never called this late, either, even though it's only 2:30 and they can call any time up to 5:00. I've been sticking by the phone all day, too, so it's not like I could have missed them.
Yesterday, it was a perfect full moon, with the perfect level of haze, perfectly backing and bordering it without obscuring it, but the batteries in our camera were run out. We tried putting dollar store batteries in, but there wasn't even enough for one shot.
I know life doesn't work like this, but it just seems so anticlimactic that the full moon would come the day after Halloween. Since this was a more eventful day for me, I am forced to assume that the world revolves around me.
As far as the Google thing is concerned, my name-dropping trap worked, but it just puts the two links together on the front page, with the unfortunate post indented beneath the new. This actually works better than it would otherwise, because Google doesn't keep indenting links. This means that, instead of having to drop my name enough times to get the undesired post off the front page, I only have to drop one more post, and the indented post will be replaced, and it will be not only off the front page, but off Google entirely.
There is an option provided by eBlogger to stop search engines from crawling your blog, but it must not work for Google. Ironic, since eBlogger is the Google brand for blogs. Their search engine anti-crawl measures don't work on their own search engine!
Maybe it only prevents crawling, but it can't un-archive what's already been crawled. That's why I'm still allowing it to crawl this blog, until I drop enough names to bury the unwanted content.
OH! You want to hear about the visit with my dad yesterday? It went fine. I don't publish specifics on personal encounters that includes the emotional involvement of others, without that person's consent. It's part of my privacy policy. I can speak a little about my perceptions on the general situation, however.
I felt it was a little more nerve-wracking this time, since it involved my mother and my brother, and since it involved him coming here, "on my turf", you know? The visit went off without a hitch. He dropped by and said hi to Mom and Duncan, then we went for a walk and I showed him around my neighborhood.
Aunt Nancy let me keep the bookbag she lent me to bring the loaner laptop to Guelph in, and she bought us a load of groceries! We certainly won't starve, at least, for a while longer.
Oh, and that reminds me... The Rent Bank won't do anything for us until we get on Welfare, and we've applied at Welfare, and every time we've been through this in the past, they've responded the next day, but they haven't yet today, and they've never called this late, either, even though it's only 2:30 and they can call any time up to 5:00. I've been sticking by the phone all day, too, so it's not like I could have missed them.
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