Not Dead, Yet
Thought I'd stop by and let you know that my heart is still beating. I've been slacking at the whole blog thing lately.
Ever since I moved, I have been experiencing a limbo sorta state, but I feel like I'm being pushed further; breaking self-imposed limits. I have barely read a single page of paper text, haven't listened to any podcasts, or watched any video on the subjects of the occult, mysticism, science, religion, conspiracy, paranormal, metaphysics since moving. It has been a much needed break though. Fortunately, I feel my consciousness becoming more aware of itself, withdrawing gently from consensus reality.
Lucid dreams are occurring on a almost nightly basis. Last week I had a dream within a dream that has had me scratching my head ever since.
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Found out via one of the local newspapers that theCon(read 'Unsaid, And Dead') swindled nearly $24,000 worth of credit from my dad. The newspaper printed a list of people who were being taken to court for owed debts. It's generally not a good idea to give someone you barely know a credit card, is it? theWife wanted to cut out the article and mail it to him with "karma is a bitch, isn't it?" written on it. Oh how I love that woman.
I haven't talked to my dad since moving back and he hasn't made any effort to contact me. I'm really not surprised though, after telling him to fuck off during our last conversation. ;) I saw him out and about once, but I avoided him. It reminds me of how I avoided him six years ago, during my mom and dad's temporary separation.
Tomorrow marks the beginning of
September, the ninth month of the year in the
Gregorian Calendar. September was also the seventh month of the
Roman calendar until 153 BC.
Man, Myth & A Mega Deal
Found this mother lode at a garage sell for 10ยข a book. The 24 volume 'Man, Myth & Magic' series. Edited by none other than Mr. Richard Cavendish.
Unsaid, And Dead - Part 1
What would you do if your father told you that there was something your mother should have told you before she died? Furthermore, refused to tell you what that was?
About 4 years ago, my father said exactly that to me during a heated argument. My father showed up in Chicago, unannounced, to convince me to respect the woman(theCon) he was living with at the time. I later found out that the trip to Chicago was engineered by theCon. A month or two before the visit, theCon and I had a heated conversation over the telephone, which ended with her hanging-up on me numerous times, and me getting so angry that I tore the kitchen countertop off.
To make a long story short, she was given legal guardianship(and MUCH more) over my brother while my dad was away in the country of Turkey for a month. My brother called me from a neighbors house, he was very upset with the way theCon was treating him. I politely called theCon and asked what was going on. She instantly became very angry and threatened to move out and leave my brother to take care of himself. I called her bluff. Being the parasite that she is, that would have meant that she would no longer have a host(my father) to use and steal from. A couple of days later, I received the first and last call from my father while he was in Turkey. Right from the start of the conversation he started bitching at me for the way I talked to theCon. I made it clear to him that he was not present during the conversation theCon and I had, and that it saddened me to know that he would rather believe a woman he barely knew, versus his own sons. More on that later...
So, during his plea for my respect for theCon, he rattles off, "There was something your mother should have told you." My heart stopped for a moment, and then I asked him what she should have told me. He replied, "SHE should have told you." I was dumbfounded, and responded with, "She's fucking DEAD!" He wouldn't tell me.
I asked him about it a few years later; still refuses to tell me.
Free Delivery
Appliance shopping tip #1: Before buying a new appliance, measure every doorway that the appliance will being passing through. If the doors to your house are 28" wide, please do not buy a 36" wide refrigerator and then expect the delivery critters to somehow collapse matter to carry it through the small opening.
Phrase most often uttered by customers: "Well, in came in through there!"
This job has been quite a learning experience. Going into the homes of complete strangers was very odd for me at first, but now it has become entertaining to see how other people live. I've been in a couple of houses that were so cluttered with stuff, from the floor to the ceiling, that it made me uncomfortable to be inside of them. Every flat surface had piles of miscellaneous objects stacked on top of it; narrow pathways connecting each room.
I'm considering bringing a "tip jar" with us and setting it down inside the customers home during the delivery process. Two(!) customers tipped us $20 this week. I figure if we set down a tip jar in front of them it may convince more people to show us some monetary love.
