Missed another day yesterday. Tonight the Internet connection appears stable, so let's hope it stays that way. It's quality seems to stay consistent for long runs at a time.
Yesterday, Duncan saw an individual counselor and really hit it off. Today, he saw his old Big Brother. We finished that game I posted about two days ago. Took us two days to beat it. It was easy, and it was short.
I should watch what I say about it, though, because when I typed up my post in an OpenOffice document last night, and Duncan used it to check some kind of spelling, he saw my harsh criticism of the game. I remember thinking "This is the one thing I've ever blogged about that I wouldn't want Duncan to read" when I wrote it, and then it was one of the only things he did.
Remember that really bad cold I had a while back? Well, the hacking cough part of it never went away. I want to make an appointment with my family doctor about it, so that I can check on the status of my Katimavik forms. I don't know if she'll pass them to the desk or if she's waiting for our next appointment. But I don't want to make an appointment just to check something about the forms. But everyone's been on me recently to go to the after-hours clinic, because they'll treat you right then-and-there instead of making you wait two months.
But it turned out that we had a therapy appointment, and we didn't realize it until the last moment, so it got in the way of my going to the clinic.
I went to Louise's, and she's offered to write me a letter of recommendation for Katimavik, as an employer and volunteer coordinator and she said that I should seek out more. I'm thinking of trying for my old Ways2Work counselors, or maybe just one of them, since they've already offered to give me a reference, and they've known me as a student and employee.
I got my black stripe in karate. That was the stripe I thought I wouldn't get. My rival got his blue stripe last week, and me getting my black puts me up to the same level as him, not just in quantity of stripes, but also in what stripes we have.
Turns out nothing we do in class resembles actual combat. Even in sparring, we have to wear protective gear, there's a bunch of forbidden techniques, and we're supposed to use "medium force". Bummer.
Two new members. A white belt and a high brown. And two children became adults and advanced to our classes. Since the high brown has already shown dedication to the art, and the two new adults have shown dedication to the dojo itself, and the new white belt said, after taking the course, that he intends to come every day, I think these might actually be permanent additions. There's a lot of people who take the two weeks free offer and then don't decide to keep coming.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Post For Two Days
I wrote up this post yesterday, but the Internet shut down hard, so I couldn't publish it. I'm putting it up before today's entry. Timeskips between today and yesterday will be separated by groups of asterisks.
***
Granddad came over today. It was his birthday. We went to Futureshop to drop off the desktop. Alix, the guy who sold us the computer, and Mitch, the guy who's fixing it for the third time, were there, but they didn't seem to remember us.
Even though they've had plenty of opportunity to snoop, and if they have, they've apparently found us decidedly unmemorable, I'm always uncomfortable handing our computer, with all the stuff I've put on it, over to them.
It's good that it's getting done, though. It was one of the things that was always being put on the backburner, because without a car it's really inconvenient, and our past experiences with getting it fixed have been discouraging, and because it was always not the thing that needed doing the most. So it kept being put off.
After visiting with Granddad, I caught a movie with Brenda. Brenda is the female side of my old Big Brother Couple. It's always hard to come up with a succinct way of saying that, so I guess I'll just call her my friend. She's the person I play Scrabble with on Facebook (coming up on a predicted one victory and two losses right now).
We went to Wendy's for a bite to eat first. There I saw two people I used to go to high school with. Both of them I hadn't seen since around grade nine. I was surprised I recognized them, but they really don't seem to have changed much. I know one of them recognized me, because her eyes bugged out and she jumped backward on seeing me, but she was working kitchen and totally just turned her back and went about her work.
The guy in charge of ripping your ticket was someone I knew, too, and a surprise member of my Facebook fan group (made by ex girlfriend and member, not me. I'm not THAT narcissistic. Although I took over as admin after she left).
We watched the Michael Jackson tribute. I didn't recognize any of the other titles, and it was what Brenda wanted to watch. I was a bit worried that attending such a film might mark you "on his side" because of the controversy surrounding his life, but I don't worry about that type of thing too much anymore.
I don't know if I'm on his side or not, really. My mother and brother are. They don't think he's a pedophile, basically. I'm not too educated on the subjected. What I do know is, there's a lot of pedophiles in the world, and if he was one, he was the only one that was given that kind of attention. I was brought up in a society where he was recognized as the freakiest, most monstrous human being on the planet. But of course, I don't know how much opinions like that count.
I don't know if I'm going to write up a review for the movie. I feel like I'd have difficulty separating the content featured in the film with my opinions on his history at large.
I see Disney's coming out with a new movie, with a new princess. A black one. And it's not done in that creepy 3D cartoon animation that they've grown so fond of. I know what's happened. The princesses of the old Disney movies have become popular for modern-day merchandising, and they've all become grouped together. And when you put them all together like that, you notice a lack of ethnic diversity. So what did they decide to do? Create a new classic film, featuring a character with a skin tone convenient for expanding their merchandising angle.
But their effort is lost, because it looks like the princess turns into a frog for the majority of the movie, making her trademark look be that of a frog with no human skin tone.
***
Today Duncan got a new videogame. Don't criticize us for splurging in such desperate times (please), Duncan worked hard and long hours and all of the money gone toward this purchase came from his own effort. Even I get a cut of what I make, theoretically, and, theoretically, I could make a purchase with the money I make from that cut.
Anyway, the game is New Super Mario Bros Wii. It's the sequel to New Super Mario Bros, and it's for the Nintendo console, the Wii. Alright, before I move on to anything else, let me tell you why this is a crap name. First of all, putting “new” at the beginning of a series name is always a bad idea, because if it's successful, it won't stay new forever. Secondly, putting the name of the console to signify a title is a bad idea, too, because it's as good as saying “This title is unique from the other titles in this series because it's for the Wii, therefor, there can be no more titles for the Wii”.
Do you follow? Yeah, so even if it's true, it's still a bit of a downer, and you shouldn't be depressing your consumers.
Well, the game's supposed to be revolutionary, because it's the first simultaneous multiplayer game for the Mario series, the longest-standing videogame series, and the trademark of the most successful console.
But... it's not that good.
I don't like the Koopalings, which are the main villains, and I think that Yellow Toad and Blue Toad, who are character options, were horrendously thought up and unnecessary, and the level of attention that was put to them in-game is obnoxious. But my biggest complaint is simple gameplay. It feels more like a single-player game with multiplayer option. I'm willing to allow the Mario team some practice shots, since this is their first go at it and all, but it's weird that it got such rave reviews.
I guess this could go in my reviews blog, but I don't think that's something I want to do, since I've only played it a little, and I guess it's a little early for me to pass such judgement.
***
Granddad came over today. It was his birthday. We went to Futureshop to drop off the desktop. Alix, the guy who sold us the computer, and Mitch, the guy who's fixing it for the third time, were there, but they didn't seem to remember us.
Even though they've had plenty of opportunity to snoop, and if they have, they've apparently found us decidedly unmemorable, I'm always uncomfortable handing our computer, with all the stuff I've put on it, over to them.
It's good that it's getting done, though. It was one of the things that was always being put on the backburner, because without a car it's really inconvenient, and our past experiences with getting it fixed have been discouraging, and because it was always not the thing that needed doing the most. So it kept being put off.
After visiting with Granddad, I caught a movie with Brenda. Brenda is the female side of my old Big Brother Couple. It's always hard to come up with a succinct way of saying that, so I guess I'll just call her my friend. She's the person I play Scrabble with on Facebook (coming up on a predicted one victory and two losses right now).
We went to Wendy's for a bite to eat first. There I saw two people I used to go to high school with. Both of them I hadn't seen since around grade nine. I was surprised I recognized them, but they really don't seem to have changed much. I know one of them recognized me, because her eyes bugged out and she jumped backward on seeing me, but she was working kitchen and totally just turned her back and went about her work.
The guy in charge of ripping your ticket was someone I knew, too, and a surprise member of my Facebook fan group (made by ex girlfriend and member, not me. I'm not THAT narcissistic. Although I took over as admin after she left).
We watched the Michael Jackson tribute. I didn't recognize any of the other titles, and it was what Brenda wanted to watch. I was a bit worried that attending such a film might mark you "on his side" because of the controversy surrounding his life, but I don't worry about that type of thing too much anymore.
I don't know if I'm on his side or not, really. My mother and brother are. They don't think he's a pedophile, basically. I'm not too educated on the subjected. What I do know is, there's a lot of pedophiles in the world, and if he was one, he was the only one that was given that kind of attention. I was brought up in a society where he was recognized as the freakiest, most monstrous human being on the planet. But of course, I don't know how much opinions like that count.
I don't know if I'm going to write up a review for the movie. I feel like I'd have difficulty separating the content featured in the film with my opinions on his history at large.
I see Disney's coming out with a new movie, with a new princess. A black one. And it's not done in that creepy 3D cartoon animation that they've grown so fond of. I know what's happened. The princesses of the old Disney movies have become popular for modern-day merchandising, and they've all become grouped together. And when you put them all together like that, you notice a lack of ethnic diversity. So what did they decide to do? Create a new classic film, featuring a character with a skin tone convenient for expanding their merchandising angle.
But their effort is lost, because it looks like the princess turns into a frog for the majority of the movie, making her trademark look be that of a frog with no human skin tone.
***
Today Duncan got a new videogame. Don't criticize us for splurging in such desperate times (please), Duncan worked hard and long hours and all of the money gone toward this purchase came from his own effort. Even I get a cut of what I make, theoretically, and, theoretically, I could make a purchase with the money I make from that cut.
Anyway, the game is New Super Mario Bros Wii. It's the sequel to New Super Mario Bros, and it's for the Nintendo console, the Wii. Alright, before I move on to anything else, let me tell you why this is a crap name. First of all, putting “new” at the beginning of a series name is always a bad idea, because if it's successful, it won't stay new forever. Secondly, putting the name of the console to signify a title is a bad idea, too, because it's as good as saying “This title is unique from the other titles in this series because it's for the Wii, therefor, there can be no more titles for the Wii”.
Do you follow? Yeah, so even if it's true, it's still a bit of a downer, and you shouldn't be depressing your consumers.
Well, the game's supposed to be revolutionary, because it's the first simultaneous multiplayer game for the Mario series, the longest-standing videogame series, and the trademark of the most successful console.
But... it's not that good.
I don't like the Koopalings, which are the main villains, and I think that Yellow Toad and Blue Toad, who are character options, were horrendously thought up and unnecessary, and the level of attention that was put to them in-game is obnoxious. But my biggest complaint is simple gameplay. It feels more like a single-player game with multiplayer option. I'm willing to allow the Mario team some practice shots, since this is their first go at it and all, but it's weird that it got such rave reviews.
I guess this could go in my reviews blog, but I don't think that's something I want to do, since I've only played it a little, and I guess it's a little early for me to pass such judgement.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Friday the 13th
Well, today was Friday the 13th. There was one piece of big, bad luck but I'm gonna make sure it's alright for publication before I put it on this blog.
Otherwise, today went alright. I finally got my immunization records, my photocopied W2W certificate of completion, and my signature of consent, along with a cheque for my medical examination all sent in to my family doctor. We got a call from Welfare, and I finally got an extension for the lawyer in charge of our trust fund to contact directly. Dad came over for a visit, he played a videogame with Duncan and we went for a walk and visited where he used to live. He knows Guelph better than I do!
Pretty straightforward day, really, and, if anything, more productive than usual. Even the bad luck that happened, happened yesterday. My brother even lucked out once today.
I hate to admit it, but I have a superstitious side. Even if I don't intellectually believe them, I am impacted by them. And usually, I'm able to give some solid evidence behind my fear. But not today. Today I took a lot of risks and came out with a small victory on each one.
Oh, Google still registered my old post today. ARG! Well, I'll keep trying and I'll drown it out with quantity, so that I at least put odds in my favour.
Oh, I got an email from Katimavik today, saying they could tell I'd completed the first step in the application process and trying to sell me "Katimaswag" (Katimavik merchandise). Turns out processing my full application takes three to six weeks. I've got four and a half months since the program begins. I'd like to get this over and done with as soon as possible. I just need to get my thing back from the doctor... And to photocopy some ID.
I could still hit some bad luck with the doctor thing.
Ha, even if I do get in, I'll probably have spent more time working on these forms than in the program!
One of the instructors for W2W told me yesterday that they're not allowed to ask about your family's background and medical history, or whether you've had a learning disability in the past, or what accommodations were made. He actually seemed pretty annoyed when I explained that to him.
Alright, I just got permission to talk about that other bad luck I spoke of near the beginning of this post. See, Mom's had a suitable Friday the 13th. She found out they didn't get into the Farmer's Market, for one, and for two, she, uh, has Hepatitis C. Now, there's an over 50% chance of full recovery, and if not, there's medication for it. But me and Duncan have to both get tested for it, too, because apparently it can be sent through pregnancy, and it looks like she got it before we were born. She had to tell Dad, too, to get tested. Apparently a load of her old friends have it, too. Yikes.
Otherwise, today went alright. I finally got my immunization records, my photocopied W2W certificate of completion, and my signature of consent, along with a cheque for my medical examination all sent in to my family doctor. We got a call from Welfare, and I finally got an extension for the lawyer in charge of our trust fund to contact directly. Dad came over for a visit, he played a videogame with Duncan and we went for a walk and visited where he used to live. He knows Guelph better than I do!
Pretty straightforward day, really, and, if anything, more productive than usual. Even the bad luck that happened, happened yesterday. My brother even lucked out once today.
I hate to admit it, but I have a superstitious side. Even if I don't intellectually believe them, I am impacted by them. And usually, I'm able to give some solid evidence behind my fear. But not today. Today I took a lot of risks and came out with a small victory on each one.
Oh, Google still registered my old post today. ARG! Well, I'll keep trying and I'll drown it out with quantity, so that I at least put odds in my favour.
Oh, I got an email from Katimavik today, saying they could tell I'd completed the first step in the application process and trying to sell me "Katimaswag" (Katimavik merchandise). Turns out processing my full application takes three to six weeks. I've got four and a half months since the program begins. I'd like to get this over and done with as soon as possible. I just need to get my thing back from the doctor... And to photocopy some ID.
I could still hit some bad luck with the doctor thing.
Ha, even if I do get in, I'll probably have spent more time working on these forms than in the program!
One of the instructors for W2W told me yesterday that they're not allowed to ask about your family's background and medical history, or whether you've had a learning disability in the past, or what accommodations were made. He actually seemed pretty annoyed when I explained that to him.
Alright, I just got permission to talk about that other bad luck I spoke of near the beginning of this post. See, Mom's had a suitable Friday the 13th. She found out they didn't get into the Farmer's Market, for one, and for two, she, uh, has Hepatitis C. Now, there's an over 50% chance of full recovery, and if not, there's medication for it. But me and Duncan have to both get tested for it, too, because apparently it can be sent through pregnancy, and it looks like she got it before we were born. She had to tell Dad, too, to get tested. Apparently a load of her old friends have it, too. Yikes.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Libray, Secondchance and Neighborhood Violence
I'm at the library right now, so I gotta move fast! I'm here mainly because I'm getting my immunization records printed out, and secondarily because our Internet's messed up and I can't get on long enough to blog. Obviously, this puts my possible future issue of playing that MMO for too long on the skids, because you need a really solid connection for it, and if my Internet's acting even a little finicky, then I can't manage it. And while I can play it at the library, there's no way I'm gonna be seen in public playing that stupid game. Sometimes I see an older fellow around here playing some contemporary, remixed Mario game, though. Anyway, interestingly enough, I just Googled my own name to get to this blog, and it no longer links to my undesired post. Instead, it's between my name-drop trap technique, and just the front page of my blog with my most recent post on top. So as long as I keep it under control, hopefully I'll be doing fine from here on out, btu still, this is something to keep monitored, as it's always changing. I think I'm okay, though, as Google seems to have some time-archiving system, where even if certain link has more hits, if it's older, it will eventually fade off. Since my undesired post is the oldest, this is to my advantage.
Anyway, yesterday I went to Secondchance to print off my immunization records because the library was closed for Remembrance Day. I ran into one of my old instructors. We had a rematch for an arm-wrestle he won back when I was in the program, and I lost again. He says that I've gotten a lot stronger, that he could really feel it, and that I should come back in a couple months. I will! I don't remember if I did any better this time than last. I held him at stalemate for a good while, but once I started losing ground, I never regained it. I don't think I was a total pushover the first time we went, so I'm not sure how much I've improved. Oh well! I'll remember how well I did this time, and we'll see how well I do the next time around.
I actually did some research into arm-wrestling techniques. British arm-wrestling techniques, funnily enough, as this guy is British. I tried to remember to push diagonally, but I forgot to twist his wrist and try to position my handcloser to his wrist. He also said I didn't keep my arm close to my body, which is a technique he uses, which gives him better leverage. I know there's something about foot positioning and some finisher technique when you get the advantage, which I've basically completely forgotten.
He called up my other old instructor, and we talked until the place closed for the day. I told them about financial difficulties, about Karate, about Katimavik, about Mom's business... If Duncan's interested, once he turns 18, they'll likely take him into a group. I would really enjoy seeing that.
I'm likely going to see Dad again tomorrow, for a bit longer this time.
No word from my ex on my old webcomic story-arcs, and ever since I sent the message, she's been updating her Facebook like crazy, as if to say "Yes, I see your message, but I'm not going to reply!" She'll probably wait a real long time, then respond really casually, to get me angry. Won't work this time!
This morning I saw an older guy throing stuff off his balcony, a younger guy tring to pick a fight with him, the older guy threatening to stab him with a butcher knife, the Super call the cops, and then both the yelling guy and the throwing guy get taken in by cops. Building next to mine, I saw it out my window. I see a lot of weird things outside my window. This was in broad daylight, though, which is a first. I wonder why my neighborhood is getting so violent. A few nights ago, a fight broke out which I didn't mention. I couldn't see them clearly, but it sounded like different people than the usual bunch.
Anyway, this older guy was kind of formally dressed, wearing a poppy even though it's the day after Remembrence Day, and was fervently looking for a fight, so I wondered if he was a war vet who had some memories come back yesterday.
Anyway, yesterday I went to Secondchance to print off my immunization records because the library was closed for Remembrance Day. I ran into one of my old instructors. We had a rematch for an arm-wrestle he won back when I was in the program, and I lost again. He says that I've gotten a lot stronger, that he could really feel it, and that I should come back in a couple months. I will! I don't remember if I did any better this time than last. I held him at stalemate for a good while, but once I started losing ground, I never regained it. I don't think I was a total pushover the first time we went, so I'm not sure how much I've improved. Oh well! I'll remember how well I did this time, and we'll see how well I do the next time around.
I actually did some research into arm-wrestling techniques. British arm-wrestling techniques, funnily enough, as this guy is British. I tried to remember to push diagonally, but I forgot to twist his wrist and try to position my handcloser to his wrist. He also said I didn't keep my arm close to my body, which is a technique he uses, which gives him better leverage. I know there's something about foot positioning and some finisher technique when you get the advantage, which I've basically completely forgotten.
He called up my other old instructor, and we talked until the place closed for the day. I told them about financial difficulties, about Karate, about Katimavik, about Mom's business... If Duncan's interested, once he turns 18, they'll likely take him into a group. I would really enjoy seeing that.
I'm likely going to see Dad again tomorrow, for a bit longer this time.
No word from my ex on my old webcomic story-arcs, and ever since I sent the message, she's been updating her Facebook like crazy, as if to say "Yes, I see your message, but I'm not going to reply!" She'll probably wait a real long time, then respond really casually, to get me angry. Won't work this time!
This morning I saw an older guy throing stuff off his balcony, a younger guy tring to pick a fight with him, the older guy threatening to stab him with a butcher knife, the Super call the cops, and then both the yelling guy and the throwing guy get taken in by cops. Building next to mine, I saw it out my window. I see a lot of weird things outside my window. This was in broad daylight, though, which is a first. I wonder why my neighborhood is getting so violent. A few nights ago, a fight broke out which I didn't mention. I couldn't see them clearly, but it sounded like different people than the usual bunch.
Anyway, this older guy was kind of formally dressed, wearing a poppy even though it's the day after Remembrence Day, and was fervently looking for a fight, so I wondered if he was a war vet who had some memories come back yesterday.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Financial Stuff
Today I was contacted by two separate Welfare workers. One for the one that we thought had expired, and one for my more recent application. Doesn't mean I get two workers, but it's nice to see a little action on their end. Unfortunately, they want to know about Grandpa Stan's will, and they want to hear it from Mom. I know Mom doesn't know any more than I do, but for some reason, they just really want to talk to her about it. I don't see why. I'm an adult too, right? And the will is in mine and Duncan's names, right? The Food Bank is the same way, and I'm an active volunteer there!
They didn't give me any names or extensions, so this is going to be hard. Mom's going to call, not get anyone, we'll get a response, Mom and her will talk, they'll figure out they need the lawyer's papers, we'll get Aunt Nancy to contact the lawyer, who will contact Welfare, and then we'll be eligible to apply for Welfare. I estimate it will be at least two weeks before we start receiving aid.
Health Canada got back to me, too. Most straightforward thing to happen so far. Now I have what I need to give to my doctor.
You know what's interesting about being impoverished? Generally speaking, the quality of your food rises. When wealthy people give, they give wealthy products. This is seen mainly in the aid of friends, but it also happens through the Food Bank. And if we're not getting any aid, Mom feels honour-bound to provide a proper dinner in even our hardest of times. That means we can't afford any convenience food, which means she has to buy a lot of base products, which require more time and effort to turn into meals, but the quality and proportions are actually better.
I guess our usual level of poor-but-not-dying is the worst in this society for good food.
I guess I could learn to cook, but...
And what a screwy society we live in, where you can go to a court hearing, where people can't afford food or shelter, and yet, lots of them can be seen with cell phones and iPods. I guess the same could be said for us, with our video game collection. If you think about it, a purchase like that sticks with you, but food and shelter don't. And you can't sell your big, expensive things for anything that would allow you to afford anything. So people make purchases in brighter times that they can't afford in harder, and then when things hit the skids, their only major expense is base living, but they still have their high-tech entertainment.
I've been extremely exhausted today.
They didn't give me any names or extensions, so this is going to be hard. Mom's going to call, not get anyone, we'll get a response, Mom and her will talk, they'll figure out they need the lawyer's papers, we'll get Aunt Nancy to contact the lawyer, who will contact Welfare, and then we'll be eligible to apply for Welfare. I estimate it will be at least two weeks before we start receiving aid.
Health Canada got back to me, too. Most straightforward thing to happen so far. Now I have what I need to give to my doctor.
You know what's interesting about being impoverished? Generally speaking, the quality of your food rises. When wealthy people give, they give wealthy products. This is seen mainly in the aid of friends, but it also happens through the Food Bank. And if we're not getting any aid, Mom feels honour-bound to provide a proper dinner in even our hardest of times. That means we can't afford any convenience food, which means she has to buy a lot of base products, which require more time and effort to turn into meals, but the quality and proportions are actually better.
I guess our usual level of poor-but-not-dying is the worst in this society for good food.
I guess I could learn to cook, but...
And what a screwy society we live in, where you can go to a court hearing, where people can't afford food or shelter, and yet, lots of them can be seen with cell phones and iPods. I guess the same could be said for us, with our video game collection. If you think about it, a purchase like that sticks with you, but food and shelter don't. And you can't sell your big, expensive things for anything that would allow you to afford anything. So people make purchases in brighter times that they can't afford in harder, and then when things hit the skids, their only major expense is base living, but they still have their high-tech entertainment.
I've been extremely exhausted today.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Court Hearing
Since today was so long and tiring, I don't feel much up to writing, but I want to, so I'll give it a shot.
We went to the court hearing today. What happens is, there's a lot of chairs, which the tenants and the board representatives sit at. Then there's two table, where whichever tenant and representative's turn it is to present their case. Then there's another, separate table in front of those two where the judge sits. So essentially, you've got to go over all this stuff in front of an audience.
The directions they gave to get there were wrong, too. The address was right, but they said it was the Remada, when it was the Best Western.
There were a few options that were given to us. One was free legal advice, and another was mediation. Mediation is where you talk to your representative privately and see if you can work something out. If you can't, you can still bring it before the judge. Basically, it gives you two chances instead of one, and it allows you to talk things over without and audience.
Mom took that offer, and she was the first person to do so.
Our representative didn't show up, but some other guy stepped up and took the role. Mediation didn't go too well... They don't really care how sympathetic your case is. They just want to know how likely it is that you can pay your bill. And we don't have much going on. Somehow, though, we got an extra five days. Normally, people get eleven days, but we've got sixteen. The other person that talked with him got an extra five days. I guess going through all that extra legal stuff gets you a bit of a reward.
When we were waiting in the lobby while our lawyer tried to find out why the person who was supposed to be our lawyer didn't show up (she was hospitalized!) some guy walked in and asked what was happening. When Mom told him, he wanted to know why people were falling behind on their rent. When Mom offered that people might lose their jobs, he said that you can always get a new job and that everyone needs to take responsibility for themselves.
U of G brat! He was wearing a U of G sweater, and the school is right next to this place. Well, I started broiling with an uncontainable rage, but before we could respond more than half a sentence, whoever it was he was waiting for showed up, and he whisked her straight out the door at a speed that seems difficult to believe, in retrospect.
GRRRR!!! GRRRR!!! You need a job to get money to go to school to get a job to get money. I know that's not my exact situation, but it's kind of an unjust system, am I right? I know I'm probably not shocking anyone here, but I'm burning mad to think the ones that get ahead are privileged brats that don't understand their advantage.
*Sigh*... But yeah, back in high school, I thought the world was a place where you only needed to find where you fit in. Now I understand that the foundation of our economy is based on broken dreams. I used to think that, if you did the right things, good things would happen to you. If you believe this, then obviously, people who have bad things happen to them must be doing the wrong things.
Otherwise, Melissa, who is a friend of Mom's, gave us a bunch of groceries. And Karen and Louise plan on giving us a bunch of groceries and a freezer. Louise always worries about us being offended by giving us help.
I kind of understand. In a World Issues class back in high school, when explaining why impoverished societies resent getting aid from other countries, my teacher said it was like, if somebody gave you a really nice Christmas present, who feels better, the person getting the nice gift, or the person giving it? The answer is, the person giving it. The person giving feels proud to have done a good deed, while the person receiving feels incompetent or selfish.
Sooo.... you have to understand that, when a person freely gives a gift, it's a gift to themselves as much as you, and the best thing you can do for them, and for yourself, is to enjoy it.
So yeah! I actually feel pretty good about receiving charity!
Me and Duncan worked at Louise's again, afterward. Duncan pitchforked open a trash bin, which I even failed at. Louise wanted holes to be formed in the bottom so that, when it rains, the water moves through. It's not really a trash bin, more of a storage bin, and before you ask, you can't put a lid on it. You'd understand if you saw it...
Didn't play my MMO today.
We went to the court hearing today. What happens is, there's a lot of chairs, which the tenants and the board representatives sit at. Then there's two table, where whichever tenant and representative's turn it is to present their case. Then there's another, separate table in front of those two where the judge sits. So essentially, you've got to go over all this stuff in front of an audience.
The directions they gave to get there were wrong, too. The address was right, but they said it was the Remada, when it was the Best Western.
There were a few options that were given to us. One was free legal advice, and another was mediation. Mediation is where you talk to your representative privately and see if you can work something out. If you can't, you can still bring it before the judge. Basically, it gives you two chances instead of one, and it allows you to talk things over without and audience.
Mom took that offer, and she was the first person to do so.
Our representative didn't show up, but some other guy stepped up and took the role. Mediation didn't go too well... They don't really care how sympathetic your case is. They just want to know how likely it is that you can pay your bill. And we don't have much going on. Somehow, though, we got an extra five days. Normally, people get eleven days, but we've got sixteen. The other person that talked with him got an extra five days. I guess going through all that extra legal stuff gets you a bit of a reward.
When we were waiting in the lobby while our lawyer tried to find out why the person who was supposed to be our lawyer didn't show up (she was hospitalized!) some guy walked in and asked what was happening. When Mom told him, he wanted to know why people were falling behind on their rent. When Mom offered that people might lose their jobs, he said that you can always get a new job and that everyone needs to take responsibility for themselves.
U of G brat! He was wearing a U of G sweater, and the school is right next to this place. Well, I started broiling with an uncontainable rage, but before we could respond more than half a sentence, whoever it was he was waiting for showed up, and he whisked her straight out the door at a speed that seems difficult to believe, in retrospect.
GRRRR!!! GRRRR!!! You need a job to get money to go to school to get a job to get money. I know that's not my exact situation, but it's kind of an unjust system, am I right? I know I'm probably not shocking anyone here, but I'm burning mad to think the ones that get ahead are privileged brats that don't understand their advantage.
*Sigh*... But yeah, back in high school, I thought the world was a place where you only needed to find where you fit in. Now I understand that the foundation of our economy is based on broken dreams. I used to think that, if you did the right things, good things would happen to you. If you believe this, then obviously, people who have bad things happen to them must be doing the wrong things.
Otherwise, Melissa, who is a friend of Mom's, gave us a bunch of groceries. And Karen and Louise plan on giving us a bunch of groceries and a freezer. Louise always worries about us being offended by giving us help.
I kind of understand. In a World Issues class back in high school, when explaining why impoverished societies resent getting aid from other countries, my teacher said it was like, if somebody gave you a really nice Christmas present, who feels better, the person getting the nice gift, or the person giving it? The answer is, the person giving it. The person giving feels proud to have done a good deed, while the person receiving feels incompetent or selfish.
Sooo.... you have to understand that, when a person freely gives a gift, it's a gift to themselves as much as you, and the best thing you can do for them, and for yourself, is to enjoy it.
So yeah! I actually feel pretty good about receiving charity!
Me and Duncan worked at Louise's again, afterward. Duncan pitchforked open a trash bin, which I even failed at. Louise wanted holes to be formed in the bottom so that, when it rains, the water moves through. It's not really a trash bin, more of a storage bin, and before you ask, you can't put a lid on it. You'd understand if you saw it...
Didn't play my MMO today.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Granddad Visit, MMORPG
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...
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...
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