Open Bar MMXIV^2: Solace of Quantum

[LMNO]

I may have neglected to mention that I'm in Provincetown for the week.

In other words, IMMA GONNA ACCIDENTALLY ALL THE GAY BARS.

[Doktor Howl]

Finally have time to get back on the boards, and it's a ghost town.   

[Doktor Howl]

Guess I'll go fuck with pagans or something.

I'll try back in a couple of hours or a couple of days.

[Doktor Howl]

Cripes.  Where'd everyone go?

[East Coast Hustle]

I dunno, man. It's been pretty beat around here for most of the week.

[Doktor Howl]

I dunno, man. It's been pretty beat around here for most of the week.

I really can't complain, I've been too busy to post, myself.

It's just...everyone at once?

[Doktor Howl]

Well, I'm gonna fuck off and do some work on the new series.

[Salty]

I took a bath, is where I went.

Now I'm going to cold call every listed Nurse Practitioner in this town and find the magical one I need to:

1. Fill the other room
2. Eat my own pride soaked words and accept insurance company money.

There's other options and they all suck at least a little bit more than just, you know, having steady income.

And

3. Acquire instant, pretty much free access to quality lab work, perscruptions, and other health care needs.

THANKS A LOT, OBAMA! 

[Don Coyote]

I was painting miniatures.
I'm now working on making a new character sheet for my mechknight game.

[East Coast Hustle]

I dunno, man. It's been pretty beat around here for most of the week.

I really can't complain, I've been too busy to post, myself.

It's just...everyone at once?

I like to think that they're all just well-off folks of leisure who are out rusticating on the shores of some swanky lake rather than spending their summer here with us proles.

[Doktor Howl]

I dunno, man. It's been pretty beat around here for most of the week.

I really can't complain, I've been too busy to post, myself.

It's just...everyone at once?

I like to think that they're all just well-off folks of leisure who are out rusticating on the shores of some swanky lake rather than spending their summer here with us proles.

Alternating with a room full of people too socially stunted to say a word, and a half-dozen or so people deliberately talking around me.



The butthurt is amusing, but the end result is that I'm bored.  Bored, bored, bored.  It feels like posting to my hard drive.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

Storms keep knocking out the power, here. Lulzy lulz.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Well, I worked it out with my babies momma, she still wants to move down there. And since I am doing a business I cannot drop everything and change all my shit suddenly, without fucking people over...

...we've decided on 4 years, and then going down to Oregon somewhere. Not Portland, 2hrs away though. Not sure where.

So.I'll get to get my outside on the regular and maybe won't feel quite as manic.

Yay, moving!!!

Can I ask why you would move to anywhere in Oregon that isn't Portland? Have you been to the rest of the state?

I've driven from Seattle to Bend once.

Seriously, gonna call it in

And seriously, dude, blister   in the sun

I dunno, my wife grew up in Oregon City. My ex has entirely no grounded sense of reality when it comes to this move. She wants to live near enough to Portland for concerts...and shopping...I guess. I don't know.

I'll definitely visit any potential destination.

I plan to open a massage school no matter where I move. As long as I'm near my son I don't care. Any advice is welcome.

More temperate is better than less temperate. Plus, it can't really compare with a 9 month winter.

OK, well, you have been to Wasilla. I guess just ask Jeremy about living in "the rest of Oregon". By which I mean "being dead", because its nit like you'll learn anything by being in need here.

I have no idea what I was even trying to say in this clusterfuck of a post.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Old school friend and local trans* activist I know, is now KNEW, past tense.

Found out yesterday that she committed suicide.

pre-transistion she was one of the few dudes at school that never picked on me. We used to goof off in the art room making awful hash pipes, and we would run around the woods jumping ditches.

I am kind of baffled because she had a very supportive family (which statistically reduces suicide in trans folks) but you never see all of what is inside someone's head, ever. There's no point in trying to make any sense of it, really..

I am feeling very sad.

Aw, Pixie. That's terrible.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Finally have time to get back on the boards, and it's a ghost town.   

My internship started today.

That was the shortest break ever. EVER. I'm so tired.

And sweaty. I rode my bike downtown. By the end of summer I'm going to be a serious hardbody.