Goddamn Crazies Why You Gotta Be So Crazy
I can't stand reading the news right now, but I can't stop for wanting to know what's going on. This health care thing is really pissing me off. First I get to see accounts of people going batshit crazy overdosing on disinformation, then I hear that Obama might be pulling the plug on the gov-run health care option? Excuse me, but "consumer-run co-ops" are not very successful or far-reaching in other sectors, let alone something like health insurance. I'm beginning to feel negative about the whole thing and its possibility to lessen rather than increase the absurdity in my life.
Meanwhile, and relatedly, my mother pointed out that I will lose my health insurance if I get married and that really I should wait until I have a nice stable job like three or four years from now. Nice try, but my dad also complains constantly about how much money he's spending on us kids and is upset about the possibility that to gain in-state status by next year (which I NEED to do) he might not be able to claim me as a dependent on his taxes for 2009, making me seem like a failed investment or something. Excuse me, but you're the one who had a brand new house built and a bunch of nice new furniture and furnishings bought all at once so that you didn't have to face quite as harshly the fact that you're a bachelor again and living constantly above your means is one of the problems that caused this. God. I never thought that getting married would be a punk move, seeing as it's kind of the norm for people of my age and standing, but damn. Doing so would go against some decent advice and throw off some of my debts to my father all at once. What the hell.
Meanwhile, Skot has been obsessed with Dwarf Fortress. I kind of look on and ask every now and then how the dwarves are doing, and then smile and nod. Then I go back to failing at Braid, reading about Jack Kerouac battling Cthulhu and other Elder Gods, reading the Book of Ratings (www.bookofratings.com I think) or watching episode after episode of Sliders. Oh wait, Skot does that with me. Ahhhhhh yes, post-field-school life is action-packed. If only we could afford to put a TV on one of our credit cards without cringing, then I could also play video games.
Oh yeah, about half our stuff arrived here, and we got to spend a very brief time with Karen and her mother. Don't know what's going on with the other stuff, which is too bad. I have closet clothes, pants, and very little in the way of t-shirts now. We're missing some kitchen things but have knives, frying pans, plates, and a wok, which is good. Bought a used desk for 6 dollars, a groovy chair for 8 dollars, and a HUGE FUCK-ALL BEANBAG for 40 bucks from a friend, which, I'm given to understand by vague searches on the internet, is approximately 20% of its retail value. Here it is on Skot's car, looking for all the world like a chocolate-covered scoop of green tea ice cream about to destroy us all. Or something. A picture of me being swallowed by it, hilariously compared to a black/grey hole by a certain landless white trash type of person, is available on facebook.
Meanwhile, and relatedly, my mother pointed out that I will lose my health insurance if I get married and that really I should wait until I have a nice stable job like three or four years from now. Nice try, but my dad also complains constantly about how much money he's spending on us kids and is upset about the possibility that to gain in-state status by next year (which I NEED to do) he might not be able to claim me as a dependent on his taxes for 2009, making me seem like a failed investment or something. Excuse me, but you're the one who had a brand new house built and a bunch of nice new furniture and furnishings bought all at once so that you didn't have to face quite as harshly the fact that you're a bachelor again and living constantly above your means is one of the problems that caused this. God. I never thought that getting married would be a punk move, seeing as it's kind of the norm for people of my age and standing, but damn. Doing so would go against some decent advice and throw off some of my debts to my father all at once. What the hell.
Meanwhile, Skot has been obsessed with Dwarf Fortress. I kind of look on and ask every now and then how the dwarves are doing, and then smile and nod. Then I go back to failing at Braid, reading about Jack Kerouac battling Cthulhu and other Elder Gods, reading the Book of Ratings (www.bookofratings.com I think) or watching episode after episode of Sliders. Oh wait, Skot does that with me. Ahhhhhh yes, post-field-school life is action-packed. If only we could afford to put a TV on one of our credit cards without cringing, then I could also play video games.
Oh yeah, about half our stuff arrived here, and we got to spend a very brief time with Karen and her mother. Don't know what's going on with the other stuff, which is too bad. I have closet clothes, pants, and very little in the way of t-shirts now. We're missing some kitchen things but have knives, frying pans, plates, and a wok, which is good. Bought a used desk for 6 dollars, a groovy chair for 8 dollars, and a HUGE FUCK-ALL BEANBAG for 40 bucks from a friend, which, I'm given to understand by vague searches on the internet, is approximately 20% of its retail value. Here it is on Skot's car, looking for all the world like a chocolate-covered scoop of green tea ice cream about to destroy us all. Or something. A picture of me being swallowed by it, hilariously compared to a black/grey hole by a certain landless white trash type of person, is available on facebook.