Dreadful Typewriter

 I made it, lads. I'm back on the coast again: Updated my profile with my new location

 Trying something. Not the photo I'd hoped to find. Have this one from 2012.

 Oh goddddd the two dock clerks got at it at work today, out of the blue, towards the end of the day, and I was so not ready. This makes woman three and four to storm into my boss's office to scream and cry and melt down over the course of the past... two years? Three? The first one was myself, of course. (I am speaking of my current boss, a black man in his mid or late fifties who must wonder regularly at his choices in life re: accepting a job as office manager of this particular madhouse in corporate America.) Anyway, I think I was going through some leftover effects of covid, and also our general manager is a little butt who needs his a--*takes a sip of my highball and forgets what I was going to type*. (I am not actually drinking a highball as I didn't buy any unflavored seltzer water and also I gave all my heavy booze to my friend, oh well.) Anyway, the dock office has spawned the rest of the Screaming Women, as it is the center of whatever madness forms in this place. Th...

 Huh, they finally deleted my original blogspot account, which I made in 2000, set up a blog, made a single post, and promptly lost the password for. Good-bye maske.blogspot.com, we barely knew ye. Anyway, watching youtubes lately. I pick only the most relaxing ones - a girl living in Nigeria on her own, a couple of Japanese girls in Japan doing the same, this Chinese-American dude from New York who travels all over the place (he's currently in Taiwan) and films his wanderings, some typewriter ones, some fountain pen ones, a few "lofi hiphop" things that are for mellowing out totally.  Twitter, er, X, is about to beome an eX-website. I just feel it. I'm enjoying shitpoasting on there, but it's also pretty grim. A long time member with a lot of health and poverty problems just died a few days ago. I didn't follow them but their tweet.. posts appeared on my tl for years because lots of other people I followed did. Grim. And E*** just loves n*zis, they are all ov...

 *Another* shooting, begad. Not funny, though, people got killed, though not as many as at that school in Texas. This one happened at a hospital in Tulsa, and the cops got there licketty split, yet not in time, apparently, to prevent some deaths. When someone is intent on killing, they've usually thought it all through and made plans, and all the rest of us have is hope and guesswork and experience of other incidents that are not quite the same as the current one. Anyway. In happier news, I have been mean on the Twitter. I'm not even mad, but there are things I have decided not to put up with any more. I am filtering out as much mention of a certain event in the courts between a couple of actors who I will not name, because I do not care about them beyond the usual "they're fellow humans, hope they get better from whatever their deal is, or shut up about it, whichever." But it's apparently this century's O.J. Simpson trial, because it's all about men t...

 I have a weird pain in my arm. No, not that  kind of weird pain, more like a bruise or something. I was sitting around moping about my future of cancer or whatever then I remembered a couple of days ago I moved the iMac from the sun porch* into the office* and though it's not heavy I bet a corner of it pressed my arm there or something and, as has been happening for years now, the effects took a few days to show up. Also I'm achy in general today. I told M. I finally figured it out, what's bothering me about living up here: I feel like I'm on vacation and I've stayed too long. The same feeling I'd get when the end of staying at my grandparents' place in North Carolina would approach and I'd start thinking of how much I missed my favorite radio station, my own bed, ground that wasn't all tilty, even the beach. (They lived in Highlands in the summer, which is in the mountains, sort of like where I live now.) Only I can't go home, all my stuff is h...

 Looking back on my entries I didn't mention that my sister had pulled her head out of her ass and gone back to not drinking and we're speaking again. So I have tentatively started thinking about moving back to Florida, though not this year. But I want to at least visit, to see if I really can stand the thought of living there again.