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Something tells me these puppets aren't telling you everything. I wonder if I could sell them on my Character of "Mister Tickles"?
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So, the days since New Years we've had the pleasure of snow and more snow, as if January were the catch-up for all the winter we'd missed. Some freezing winds and temperatures, the wind's have died, the temperature has warmed, yet still it snows, big wet flakes, a foot deep where unshoveled and untrammeled on the sidewalks, big piles at the edge of city blocks, the town, with the lights wound round the trees and pines, old buildings lit up from within, it's a Hallmark Movie.
Time, now, to be looking for work, I've scoured the internet for a 1000 places to go prospecting, places to spend the summer, but - for the moment I need money, some stable employ, an income that can accrue and buy me up the mountain...
And I find it, an ad for the old Cock-&-Suck, the trauma of which I'm still processing. They're looking for a cook. Of course they are, they always are, always have been.
But it sets the fire under my ass, get a job, don't in any way be so desperate that in the spring you're forced to go back there.
That won't do.
I suck it up, contact the mother-in-law, get the news. JR hasn't gotten a job, still, and the restaurant is reopening so he can work the summer. He's planning it on doing it with his wife.
This is - darkly - hilarious, you've probably read posts wherein I discuss his eagerness to work, earn money, take on responsibility, his ease with customers and staff, there's a comedy under way to be sure, the darkest reality TV series of them all.
It's funny, for the longest while the owners - JR's parents - kept the restaurant going because he was in school, they needed to pay for that, then he'd get a job. Only after school, and a typical - wham-bam-shit job it was, he was no more employable than before. SO now the restaurant, it's his living legacy, they're hoping somehow that he's going to grow up enough to take it over, only he won't, he'll sink it into the ground...
In any event I won't be there, just seeing the ad was trauma enough, I need to find something quick, then maybe something better...
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Yeah, it's YouTube so by and large junk-candy, but - a couple of creators there that have some interesting stuff.
Wintertime, the snow and the cold are settling in, the daughter's off in Bankok (the sane one in the family, and why didn't I think of that? Or budget for it...) - so - look at videos of interest to me.
The first, a long video on the rubies of Mogok - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MjaRE1bE5MU. Of interest noting the landscape the finds are made in, the rocks, the many, many similarities with our geology here...
And then a couple of interesting short videos made by "The Trek Planner" and "Desert Drifter", who basically scour the desert on Google Maps - Utah, Arizona, etc, then go looking for what's there....
Always, Ancient Ancestral Pueblos, potshards, arrowheads. Short adventures for those trapped in a cold climate. Always they find something interesting, and they're responsible adventurers, leaving the potshards and arrowheads behind for others to find and enjoy.
Anyways, my media diet as of late, could use some improvement (but no more fucking-how-to-art-videos!!!).
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-22 Degrees this morning, errands to be run, break them up with frequent stops. Bank. Thrift Shop. Drugstore, do some grocery shopping (not going all the way to the supermarket today, thanks!), then again at the ethnic food store, which has an absolutely immense selection, although at substantially more $$ than you'd pay in the big city. I pick up some dried habanero peppers and a peculiar Mole sauce, which I'll figure out a use for.
It's cold enough, walking - I've dug out my big faux-fur Russian top helmet with ear-flaps - but I'm going to have to hunker in. Stop for coffee. The sun is warm through the coffee-house window, bathe in the sun. Every time the door opens there's a blast of freezing air, but the door's quick to spring closed.
After the coffee & sun to the pot shop, I'd received a gift of a vape a few years ago, only it wasn't working, I'd never used it, the oil had thickened too much. I've a mind to diversify my vices, gentrify even, after the local custom, having well and truly mastered alcohol it's time to try some other things.
And all these stops, they're made as soon as you're toes stop reporting, fortunately the town is small, you're never 2 minutes away from a pop-in.
Pot-shop done, now to the soup kitchen, it's cold enough I can foresee not going out the rest of the weekend, and if I'm to be cooking I'll take advantage while I can.
Soup Kitchen, today, on the menu, chicken alfredo (no, but I can't say anything), prawns (OK but Katsup isn't cocktail sauce), the standard.
It's not about the food, it's about filling in the cracks of my diet, the things I wouldn't cook for myself.
Then, home, warm up, check Facebook - wing-nut postings as always.
Notably, Cracky-McCrackhead Sara has not posted since moving to Newfoundland, whether she just blocked everyone who didn't support her go-fund-me to get there or just hasn't found an internet connection, who knows, she used to be good for posting 2, 3 times a day, always nonsense, but she's since disappeared. Maybe it's rehab, or some sort of familial imposed sobriety.
And there's the other, always posting, mentioned in the summer, recognizing her as homeless (as well) we'd hang out if we ran into one another. Facebook friend, but not one you'd make plans with, just the standard if you run into you say "hi" and grab a coffee.
Anyways, she's a big poster, trying to forever sell the same stuff, always grossly overpriced. She's got some issues. And there are the "Jesus" and "Satan" posts, and the "gratitude" posts, and the big thanks for the gift cards she was given and with she bought some beef and some lamb and...
She's living in a trailer in the valley. With 2 demon Chihuahuas. Her trailer needs work, lots of it, only she's unable to do it herself, she's just a girl...
She identifies as "disabled". So she doesn't work, collects whatever the government pays for that sort of stuff, and crowdsources the rest. Always a call-out to the friends that she needs this fixed in her trailer, or that, needs this appliance, or this heater/toilet/sink/shower fixed, insulated, what have you.
And gathering from the posts someone is always coming through because the next day it's the same; "Praise the Lord" and "Thank you Jesus" and "I am truly blessed" but there' s never a shout out to the person or friend that came through for her and did the work (for free!!). From which I gather if you wanted to witness the second coming of Jesus he's somewhere in the Valley doing trailer repairs and handing out gift cards...
This annoys me, though, the community is good at coming together for those in need, but - in doing so it doesn't seem to allow that the individual has some obligations to his/her self as well. By "Identifies" as disabled she claims disability - of some sort, it's not obvious, not, clearly, incapacitating, and as the nature of "work" can be varied - from construction to office - she has identified work in general as the one thing that she can't do - not the in-specific one particular sphere of work she can't do.
Anyways, done scrolling Facebook and now off to do some work. Inside. Thank God.
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And been feeling a bit under the weather lately, told myself it was the flu. Shortness of breath, thick green mucus when blowing nose, slight fever, chills, etc, so I get curious, look up the symptoms, pretty sure this is it:
Link: https://globalnews.ca/news/10203470/jn1-covid-symptoms/
Today was worse, up, feeling clubbed, back to bed, up, feeling clubbed, back to bed, up briefly, clubbed, and back into bed.
This - reading up on the variants expected, predicted, is going to get a lot worse, most people I know have had it - in the past couple of weeks, and - for something that's going around and laying us all low (and no immunity to this to be expected from the current Vaccines, too different) - it's getting surprisingly little press. Everyone, keep calm and carry on and DON'T MISS WORK ANYONE.
If I can stay awake long enough time to make some congee and head back to bed...
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Dating
OK. I've been on a few internet dates. I confess this with the same reluctance I would admitting to masturbating, adultery, or excessive drinking and drug use.
This is a list of some of my best -- AND WORST -- dates ever. Note that you gotta go on a lotta dates to get this kinda list, this kinda discouraged. And my online dating thing has been sporadic - an every few years kind of thing at best. Some of these dates go back 10 years, others are a little more recent. And to answer any people who might argue "It beats hooking up at the bar", well, you don't have to hook up at the bar, and at the bar you can see what your getting...
Anyways - apologies to the countless normal, decent dates that I went on but just didn't hit it off with. Memory is selective, it tends towards the extreme, and in this you will find the extremes...
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