@#$%! Where is Moby?

I just found out I have to switch my domain from a MS server to a Linux server. Apparently, the last rep I talked to at 1and1 didn’t really know his biz because he gave me the wrong info. What this means to you, my dear readers, is my blog will temporarily disappear sometime between today and Wednesday.

Fear not, I will be back. I just may not be reachable for a few days. My entire domain will be affected. I could switch back to the old blogspot address but thats pointless.

I’m doing a backup of the entire domain now. I have to reload everything! I guess I shouldn’t bitch too much. 1and1 has been superb so far. No one is perfect right?

I also found a fantastic new template to use too. Totally different from the one I have now. Slick as owlshit if you ask me. *g* It probably won’t be up until late this week or early next. I want to get the domain back up and running first, then get wordpress intergrated. *crossed fingers* If all goes well, I’ll update the template last. Well that is the goal anyway.

Double Ugh!

I’m pulling a 16 hour shift today. Two 4 hour sessions w/the first starting promptly at 7:00am and then my regular 8 hour shift. I am beat! The first to teach the incoming academy class and the second for my CPR recertification.

I didn’t really plan it that way. I signed up back when I still had Fridays off. It didn’t really hit me that I was working 16 full hours until I got to work this morning. Technically, I’m not allowed to work more than 12 but since I’m spanning several shifts, no one noticed. *g*

I’m still icky but not coughing quite as much today. I’m hoping I’m back on the mend. I’m sure my long hours today aren’t helping at all. I hate Hate HATE being sick. Can you say CRANKY!?

Hear No Evil

Hmmmm. Me thinks someone needs a timeout.

(story
“Looks like it’s anal sex week,” Lou Novak loudly remarked as a group from the Life Long AIDS Alliance walked though the state House office building.
The group included a 13-year-old girl and a 16-year-old boy. The boy’s family had recently been forced to move because of anti-gay prejudice in his neighborhood.
Novak is first vice president of the Rental Housing Association of Puget Sound, a landlords’ organization.
The leader of the AIDS awareness group, Suzie Saxton of Yakima, followed the man into the public Capitol cafeteria and asked him what he’d said. She said Novak repeated his comment and told her people shouldn’t engage in irresponsible sex and ask for public money.

Now had this been the reverse, every christian group in the nation would call for a ban on any sort of “unapproved” visits.

Am I Popular?

Ok, so trying to pull myself out of the funk I’m in, I’ve been trying to be a bit proactive and get my act together. *stand back folks, this might be dangerous*

I’ve been whining for months now about folding my blog into my domain. Well, I moved it but am still doing updates thru blogger.com. Today, I decided to bite the bullet and upgrade my hosting package so I can utilize WordPress. While doing so, I checked my site stats and got a big surprise. There are a lot more people linking to me than I thought. I try to nab’em all thru Technorian but apparently I ain’t even close. I found 60 unique links from other blogs and search engines in just the past 5 days. I have no idea if that means I’m popular or not but it made for a good headline don’t ya think?

I’m new to WordPress so if the blog goes bonkers over the coming days fear not, its just me tinkering w/stuff. I plan on making a backup just in case I really screw it up good. The template will be changing as well. I really like this one but it doesn’t utilize enough of the page to squeeze in side bars. I haven’t found a new one yet so any references are appreciated.

I’d also love some feedback on blacklists that work w/wordpress for blocking sp@mmers. Blogger does a fine job keeping them at bay but when I’m on my own that will be another story altogether. I’d love one that allows me to approve posts from other bloggers and remembers them the next time so I don’t have to continually approve them over and over.

Any suggestions?

Ugh! / Ramlings

I’m miserable sick today. I probably shouldn’t have come in to work but I’m here now. I’m in fire training and they have a particularly snotty supervisor on the overlapping day shift. She got her fill of me today after she incorrectly gave me a brief nasal toned speech on an error she thought I committed. I think it surprised her as I am usually very polite and jovial. She’ll think twice before she uses that tone w/me next time though. [1]I say that now, I’m sure she’ll whine to one my sup’s who will have a “talk” w/me. . . whatever

I got a follow up from the clan today. The funeral went over well and no one made an ass of themselves. That was a total surprise. However, Aunt Holy-Roller did make the funeral after all. She was ganghawled by the whole family for her attitude and pissy remarks in the email to my brother. Apparently, word got out she was playing goody two shoes and they weren’t having it. I’m led to believe she burst into tears at the wake after the umpteenth family member gave her an ear full. Gave me a nice warm fuzzy feeling.

So, I’m left w/my sorrow and anger right now. I’m super cranky today but managing to hang in there.

A super huge THANK YOU to everyone who sent their thoughts, prayers, and kind words about my father. I am forever grateful for it. Being someone who has never had any close family ties I’m sincerely touched by the support of strangers and friends alike.

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↑1 I say that now, I’m sure she’ll whine to one my sup’s who will have a “talk” w/me. . . whatever

Ok now, More About Me

I’ve done my topical bit for a while. Your welcome. Now back to me. . .

So I’ve been playing hookie from work. I just need a break w/the death of my father. Granted, I didn’t go back for the funeral but I still need some time damn it. (Shhh! don’t tell.)

Yesterday is sort of a blur. I got up very late, still feeling icky so no gym time again. Going on two weeks now and I hate it. So anyway, got up late, fed the pie hole, watched a movie fed the pie hole some more, and then played the 2nd installment of Jak and Daxter until midnight. That about sums it up. I don’t think I made one conscious decision the whole day.

Today, I thought since I was such a barnacle yesterday, I’d be a bit more productive. My drivers license expired back in January on my birthday. (There I go w/that little extra tidbit of info again) I decided to make the pilgrimage to the DMV and get it renewed. To my surprise there wasn’t much of a line. Shame on me for thinking I’d get out early. I was randomly picked to take a short written test to finish my renewal. @#$%! – *think soothing thoughts*

No problem, I can handle this. Thirty minutes later, I pass and am back in line awaiting my renewal. I’m the one person that doesn’t print out right. Course, this means the clerk has to write a hard copy renewal. And wouldn’t ya know it, he didn’t know how. Groan, bitch, whine, complain and 30 more minutes later I’m finally out of there, renewal in hand. Being a civil servant myself, I know how the bureaucracy can drain the life out of you so I can’t fault the poor souls stuck in that hell hole day in and day out.

So now, I’m back in Daddybucks [1]Starbucks in the Castro just hanging out. The end of a not so busy day and the only goal left is laundry before tomorrow. Wish me luck.

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↑1 Starbucks in the Castro

Painful Reminder

I’m killing two birds w/one rant today. I’m trying to distract myself from my life and be more a “topical blogger” today. Taken straight from Towleroad comes today’s idiocracy. [1]yes, I know it is a made-up word.

(Story) A group of delinquents decides to go out for a wholesome day of fag bashing. They beat up a couple of fags and then get arrested. I’d blame the parents but that wouldn’t do any good. I’m sure by now they absolved themselves of any moral responsibilities by claiming the ‘fags’ were asking for it. Meanwhile, the main culprit tries to turn into a ‘gay panic’ defense. How 80’s can you get? Forgetting for a moment, there was no mention of the victims approaching the suspects at anytime. But hey, who needs facts right? Tish! Tosh!

Wait! I think I’m channeling Miss Cleo. . .I’m having a vision. . . Boys beat up fags, boys get arrested sent to jail, news station does a biased interview and edits out all of the real facts for the their own more wholesome version, public is outraged. Film at Eleven. Oh wait, nevermind. That’s already happened. Maybe I’m channeling Martha from prison. Oh well, so much for my psychic abilities.

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↑1 yes, I know it is a made-up word.

I See Ignunt People

**I tell ya sometimes the truth is far funnier than fiction ever could be. I don’t think I could make up stuff this good if I tried. **

I’m hard on my family at times and yes they can be a bunch of rednecks but after getting a copy of this email today, I think they deserve a little slack.

A brief history lesson first. For those 10 or so loyal readers out there, you know from my previous rant that there was a certain Aunt I was hoping to not run into on my trip home. Well said Aunt took it upon herself to email my cousin to forward along a letter to my brother. Below is a copy in all its bountiful ignorance or “ignunce” as I like to call it. I edited out the names/places for privacy. Below the email is my brother’s response given to my cousin to send back. Said cousin took it upon himself to cc me a copy.

Dear (my brother):

I am sorry to hear about (my fathers name) death. I’m sure he is better off now that he is in God’s company. He loved you boys and I’m sure he tried his hardest to understand you all. I’m sure with his death you boys will probably want to move away from there and sell the place. I don’t blame you, its probably hard going without him.

We will not be able to attend the funeral as we are currently house hunting. You know after the last storm the roof on the trailer just didn’t make it. That old trailer has been taking hits for the last 5 years and this last storm just pushed it over the edge.

Will (moby) be coming to the funeral? Lord only knows how your dad put up w/his nonsense what with him living in sin and all. I mean he even moved over to that San Fransisco, the devils very den of sexual deveants. How your dad could ever put up w/such is beyond me. I sure hope he won’t be bringing any of his “friends” along and causing a spectacle and all. I’d keep an eye on him if I were you [if] he does come. I’d hate for any of those impressionable young children to be left alone around him. My preacher was telling us just the other day how the homesexuals are constantly trying to convert young childen over to there cause. Lord take me if any of my children should every choose such a dispecable lifestyle. (Her Husband) keeps a firm hand on our children and we never let them stay with anyone with questionable values if you catch my meaning.

Anyway, listen to me going on and all, I just get so distracted at times. I guess it’s the Christian in me. I just go off sometimes when I start thinking about those poor sinners. Well, I hope you all are doing ok, please give us a call or an emale if you need anything. God Bless your Soul.

Aunt (her name)


You’d think having email capabilities she could at least spell check the shit before she sent it. I left the errors in for that extra ‘ummph’ of feeling.

And here is my brother’s response….

It was nice of you to show so much concern for my dad’s death. I particularly like the part where you wrote two small lines about dad but felt the need to ramble on endlessly about (moby)’s being gay. I also liked the flimsy excuse about not coming to the funeral considering its being held 4 miles from your place in (hometown). I’m sure dad would have been ok with his oldest living sister not coming to his funeral because she was too busy condemning anyone who doesn’t fit in her narrow vision of the world.

As for (moby), you can breathe a sigh of relief as he will not be there. He came down already and made his piece with dad. I’d sooner leave my kids with (moby) than leave them with your hateful bunch. And I suggest you look to your own flock of fuckups before you start throwing stones at us.

And please do me the favor of keeping you holier than thou attitude to yourself. And don’t you worry about the land, we won’t be selling it anytime soon. Since dad is gone now you obviously won’t have any reason to darken our door ever again seeing is how we are just a bunch of no account heathens given over to the devil.


(my brother)

The irony of this email is my Aunt was never a very “christian” woman. My brothers might be a bit fucked up but I’ve never been so proud of them.

Passing Thoughts

My father died in his sleep Saturday, February 26, 2005 at 2:45 am central time.

A long tumultuous chapter of my life has reached it’s end. How do I feel at this moment? I don’t know.

So many emotions are warring for control, I’m not sure the answer. Part of me is happy. Happy he is no longer suffering. Happy my brothers are no longer burdened night/day w/his constant care. Happy they are no longer forced to see his frail humanity passing before there eyes. What else? Pain, remorse, regret, loss?

How do I feel at this moment? I just don’t know.