The next 50 years

I put my knitting down to take care of something but what, I can't remember.  I know I thought it important enough to stop knitting and get to work on it.  Damn.  Middle aged memory is so very fragile.  Mad Men is such a compelling show, it keeps getting all my attention and wiping out my short term memory.  But what in heck was I going to do??

More snow this morning but not a lot on the ground.  Just enough to make me feel guilty if I don't clear it.  I'm stuck trying to remember what I should do with my day and I'm not sure I actually have anything that needs done today.    This is the upside to unemployment, LOL!  Nobody sets up my schedule and i'ts only as full as I want it to be.  Personally I believe I'd kill myself if I had to live any other way.  Certainly I tried hard enough and was far too sick from the stress to be any good at it anyway.  I could ask why I can't do what everyone else does, but I'm more inclined to ask how they do it, why they do it, why it isn't unendurable to them.  Then the answer floats up as obvious as "it's warm because the sun is out" would.  The simple answer is that being autistic means I can't do the social part of "normal" life and so every attempt to do "normal" things brings me into my disability again.  Whether it...

My husband is a toilet hog.  We both get up at 7:30.  I make breakfast.  By 8am I'm eating and he's usually been in the can 10 mins.  By 8:10 I need to use the toilet.  I uncover the birds instead.  Today I really had to go, so didn't uncover the birds at all, just waited for him to get out.  by 8:35am I was down there telling him to vacate.  I felt like I was going to shit my pants!  Even so it took him a good minute to actually get out and he spent it grumbling and growling about the injustice.  So when I got out 3 minutes later (yeah, that's right, a long episode in there is 3 minutes) I gave him 20 minutes of scolding.  Who occupies a toilet for a fucking hour, in the morning yet?  What the fuck?  I know he grew up with an extra toilet in the house for a family of five but why am I being forced to teach him this basic courtesy?  Check the damn clock in there and moderate yourself!  Take ten minutes out every ...

I was watching Harold and Maude again and decided to research Bud Cort.  This brought up the frequently asked question about his sexual proclivities.  The answer, it would see is, "none of your business, how dare you even ask?"  That's an old fashioned gentleman's answer to be sure, and a good one.  In fact, if we answered this way more often, that would please a lot of people.  All the same, it also enables the bullies to operate without dissenting voices and examples of the truth popping up.  Now if we all just could tell those damn bullies we don't care, that'd work too.  But we do care.  Why do we ask?  Oh yes, I asked myself that question.  It's not because I have a romantic interest in the man, although I adored his character in the movie.  Mostly I adored it due to the quality of acting.  That results in admiring the man for his work, and the research.  But again, why do I want to know if he's gay?  Well, the a...

Dear Earthlings.  I have spent some time scanning your Google database.  I have read the histories, accessed the memories and videos, images and dreams stored by the humans.  The humans are by far the most dangerous species on the planet.  First they conquer, then they master, and finally, if the victim survives, they caretake.  For the conquered it is then a chance to be protected from further abuse. Got my LED cherry tree in from the gazebo.  I love how the lights cycle through the rainbow individually. It's got slender silver branches and cherry blossom shaped diffusers on the lights.  I took the stand off it and put it instead upside down from the ceiling.  I hung all my lovely boxes on it and I'm tickled with the look.  I think if I wind up putting a display together to sell them at a market of some kind, I should display them like that, off the led tree.  The downside is I probably can't get power on a busker license, but maybe D...

what does mayim bialik dislike about frozen? I don't mean it in a "defend yourself" manner, please understand.  I think that disliking it based purely on taste is completely valid and needs no defense.  Why I ask, however, is that if she has a reason otherwise, it's guaranteed to be interesting.  When that woman puts her brain on something, I expect anything she outputs from the session is worth learning about.  Now, it is true I only know her from her acting work, but that has not disproven the theory, so I'd love to hear her take on what's wrong with the movie I enjoyed so viscerally. I truly never thought more about it. So I did hear her take on it, and it was in fact interesting.  I didn't find it inflammatory so much as a bit too defensive.  Even so I can sympathize with the posture.I recall the sorts of ill mannered behaviour I hear about online that she doubtless wades through frequently.  Who wouldn't be defensive?  People really need t...

My excuse is that I forgot to plug in the car till nearly 1pm so I need to leave it awhile.  My draw is the end of the last episode of a series and I think it's the final.  All but one of the principals is dead and she dies soon.  I know because it's based on history.  European studios collaborated to make an epic series following one of the most infamous of families, the Borgias, through it's infamy.    Oh wait, the guy didn't die yet, LOL, but he's within days of his end!  It's like Game of Thrones, but for real.  People used to be so brutal, how can modern folks not understant that? So I'm dressed and letting the show run out before taking off on errands.  That's it, I'm just not in a blogging mood, c'aio.

It started with sitcoms and commercials.  Nobody really stopped to ask why we were celebrating and rewarding bratty children, we just laughed at the professionally crafted humour and admired the carefully selected actors' beauty.  Before long we'd all accepted the idea that brattiness is cute and to be permitted in children.  This gave rise to the idea that children have opinions, and what's more, a right to them!  Now we find ourselves being directed, to a degree, by the whims of children who think their musings are direct from the mystic source.  When in fact they're much too young and ignorant.  Think back to your childhood, would you let that kid make important decisions?  You'd let his feelings have a say in the rule, but ultimately, only to spare him discomfort, not to reward his wants. all the same, it suits the oligarchy to encourage bratty children.  Bratty children do not lighten the load of their parents with chores and assistance, com...

Would you believe one photograph of a handsome young stranger could generate enough noise online to become noise on the tv?  Here is proof positive that teenagers are slaves to their hormones.  It started with a reaction from teen girls, their estrogen flaring and taking over their minds.  Suddenly they're all crushing on this anonymous stranger and he's losing anonymity quickly. Then a few days later, all the teen boys get on the girls' bandwagon and start discussing said young man, a rival.  They are not so affectionate.  No, they're jealous and hyperbolic.  Before long it's quite obvious that teenagers don't understand boundaries as this poor young man is excoriated in public by his unknown millions of peers.  He is threatened with harm and cursed with every curse a foolish boy could imagine. He didn't even post a selfie, a friend took his portrait at work and uploaded it. This is why teenagers don't have voting rights, drinking rights, and other...

Typing a title first just messes up my head, LOL. I had something to talk about, but the compelling tiny house metal frame build on my TV just wiped it out of my head. I'm floating the idea of using a truck or bus as a base, rather than a straight trailer, so we can move it more easily.  We also just saw a truck camper with enough pop and fold out bits to turn a bus into a split level with roof deck and offer a good thousand sq ft of useable living space.  Damn thing looks like a fairy tale castle too. So that's giving me bigger ideas, and why wouldn't it?  I'd love to have an upper deck on which to plant some flowers.  They put a tub up there but I'm really wondering if you can build it that strong, I guess, tubs on floors all the time, right?  It's an interesting idea to be sure!  I don't need to get a fairy castle with a turret out of it, though I wouldn't say no if it happened!  I do love a good turret.  A view in every direction, really, ...

Spent today at home.  I got caught up on some jobs, played games and watched tv, and just took it light.  I always feel so awesome after a bath too.  Again Dan floated the request to buy pills being advertised on Infowars.com.  They're so damn persuasive he thinks he needs to take supplements to clear his body of toxins.  But he's eating such a healthy diet he doesn't need it!  So I parked a mirror in front of his face, pointed out that his face looked maybe 40, not 60, and he needs to relax and trust me to take good care of him.  Told him if he needed supplements I could find them locally.  He refuses to believe he's been brainwashed and I get that, but the line has to be drawn when they start reaching into his wallet, not to mention messing with his health, long distance, giving advice he's not qualified to understand!  I pointed out that his health isn't so much of a concern that he actually sees a doctor or dentist, told him there was a d...

Cassandra be thy alter name, sorrowful shall you play the game. To see and speak Only to find, "You cannot see," they say, "you are blind." To know what ne'er can be expressed To turn away with all your best. Cassandra, so strong and true, Cassandra dear, I hear you. I see so much of the doublespeak and psycho manipulation of society so clearly that I feel like Cassandra of Troy.  She was a blind prophet cursed to know the truth but doomed to be ignored. I see it, but it is a monster so great one cannot even see it all at once.  The polarity of American society has now infected it on every level and the power addicts are pulling on it like the strings of a marionette. The pines fall anywhere you respond best.  Whatever programming takes hook will do.  Faith, lifestyle, race, political leaning, gender, generation, economic class, you name it, they can split hairs over it. I see in my spouse and in the american TV shows, the news, Internet contributio...

Actually, I think maybe I haven't been eating well enough for too long and that's the bigger problem.  I've cut out the non-paleo stuff but have instead been fasting mostly because there's a freshy shortage and besides, I don't have time to cook when I'm creating.  that's the worst part.  I get my head in the computer, drawing and fussing and cussing and time flies by in leaps as though it were sped up.  I don't know why.  Knitting and painting slows time down.  It doesn't help that I spend a lot of that time waiting for the fucking thing to catch up or finish it's autosave.  I had to set the autosave to 30 min intervals.  It takes almost two minutes to complete, and I wasn't getting anything done. I'm also really sick of the food choices around here.  It's become too much of a monodiet and anything good requires a good two hours of labour on my part.  It's tedious and again, takes time away from the creating.  since I get consum...

I should totally write in here, it's been 3 days. We've been designing our tiny house in sketchup.  It's looking really spiffy.  We've got twin lofts above on either end, with kitchen on one side and bathroom on the other.  The great room in the center is lofty and formally balanced and the design esthetic is Modernist Urban with metal siding, geometric glass for windows instead of mullions and such.  Inside will be done up like an art gallery with most of my art collection being able to come along, I think.  Some creativity may be required and I'm concerned I'll clutter it too much.  This is what the 3d model lets me test.  I will create the art in there and hang it in the house and see for myself!  We have invented two fabulous sculptureal elements of wood that are actually twin stair flights to the loft.  It's an amalgam of the box shelf stairs we've seen and the alternating tread circular stairs we've seen.  We started with a pile o...

So I have a month to use sketchup, then I don't know if it evaporates, locks, reduces features, or what.  So I'm trying to get the model of a tiny house built before then.  I had asked Dan but he's so busy arguing about every detail he'll never get a working model together for us to explore.  he acts like every single data point needs to be known before you do anything, but how do we get data without doing anything?  I need to know how much space I have to allot for things and how much room is left. So I started, got about as far as having a building shell with two lofts and doors, noticed the doors were on the wrong side.  When I tried to move them, I found I couldn't get them to set down where I wanted them.  So I started using the measure tool in order to find the center and manually place them.  That's when I noticed my model was not the right size at all! So I opened a new file, started over.  Couldn't get the fucking thing to take my input...

I woke up in a mostly neutral state.  The sky was looking super pretty so I grabbed my ipad to film it.  I didn't go straight out of the vine app because I would have to stand there holding it and tapping the screen for a half hour.  I should have gone that route and tomorrow perhaps I'll finally do a timelapse sunrise if the sky is pretty enough.  It's just so cold in the morning!  I grabbed a few seconds at a time of video meaning to import a second from each, but the Vine app refused to let me.  I was okay the first few seconds, annoyed but able to get in and shorten the clips,  but if i put in one that was more than six seconds, it would refuse to allow me to resize the clip.  I kept trying, and trying, and getting angrier and angrier till I wanted to drive some portion of my body, head or fist, into the screen and through the titanium shell.  I put it away in fury, managing to keep quiet at least and haven't used it since.  I'm just...

Finding out people think my boxes are cheap has really deflated me and slowed me on production.  Mostly I've been knitting instead.  I still like making them and there's 2 ready for painting so I don't know.  I just listed my whole koi kit and kaboodle on kijiji in request to trade a flatbed trailer, that'll be interesting.  Probably won't get any hits because I put a price of two grand on there.  Around these parts anything over $100 better drive you across town.  But the cash isn't as attractive as the trailer since a trailer new would cost more than that.  A used trailer could just turn up. I wonder if we can build our tiny house to be set on jacks and get the trailer out as a functioning flat bed from underneath or would that fuck up it's RV status?  you know, like they do with those pickup truck add-ons.  A flatbed happens to be a fantastic thing to own when you have a smart car and scooters! I'll also have to unload the rest of the sm...

Sleety rainy day.  Knitted mostly.  I did clean Sam's cage, the koi filter, and take a bath.  Also been thinking maybe building a tiny house here in the yard is the way to jump out west without subjecting ourselves to the rigours of rental apartment life.  Youtube is a constant source of inspiration.

I no longer type directly into Blogger.  Some weird thing happens when I mistype with left hand while trying to type a capital letter I.  Not sure what combo I accidentally hit but it puts me into "toggle italics" mode and I can't type a letter i for anything.  All hitting that key does is toggle italics on and off! So I've got a really awesome word processing app iAWriter that really does the trick.  I just type it all up and paste it over. Yesterday I took my boxes round to Early's and there was no halloween thing for my dressed up dogs nor much staff around.  The woman who did look at my boxes dissed them, thought they weren't worth anything unless they actually contained something.  She wasn't rude about it but I had heard enough of that on Wednesday so I cut the chat short as calmly as I could, tried to put on a cheery face about it and fled.  Then I was at the Mercedes dealership to arrange for work on my car and I got to show the boxes to a co...