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NOTE! This is a continuation of an earlier blog post, so be sure to read that first to understand what's going on.

You might be asking yourself "Why are you so hesitant to tell them? Why is that such a difficult thing for you to do?" To be perfectly honest, I'm not 100% sure why that is either. All I know is that this is something I've always struggled with, even before this O.I. thing even became an issue. For some strange reason, I've always, ALWAYS, felt weird about telling them about more serious matters like this, even though I know for a FACT that they'd most likely be more than understanding of the topic.

A few years ago, I was offered a YouTube partnership. If you don't know what that is, it basically means that if I sign up with a certain network, I can earn money from just creating content for my YouTube channel. If you were under 18, you needed your parents permission first, before you could sign up for this. So naturally I'd be like, "HECK YEAH DUDE! I'm gonna tell them about this RIGHT AWAY! :D" But...because this was about what is essentially getting a job to earn money, which is more of a real life topic, I felt EXTREMELY weird trying to tell them about it. There were several instances where I'd TRY telling them, but for whatever reason, the words I wanted to say just wouldn't escape my mouth. I did wind up telling them eventually, and I did get the partnership, but the point is, even when it's something that I KNOW they'd be on board with, for whatever reason, my brain will just refuse to tell them about it, and I literally have no idea why.

So if I had THAT much trouble telling about how I can earn money from simply making videos, imagine trying to tell them, "Yo guys! So I've been having an internal struggle with myself for the past few months now. I think it's cause I wanna try to get out more and live like a normal human being, but I've been feeling pretty down in the dumps about it cause I think that will be literally impossible to do. Anyway, how's the weather?" To kinda circle back to the main point of this blog post, regardless of how weird it might make me feel to talk to them about it, I feel like at this point, it's a must. So if I don't get that response from Sean, then I'm gonna have to man up, and tell them about this issue, in hopes that maybe we can figure out a solution together.

Since you wonderful people have been so supportive of this ambitious task of mine in the past, I've decided to come to you all with this question. What do you think I can do to make telling my parents about this issue a little easier? And while I'm at it, just as a sort of "Just for fun" question, what solutions do YOU think I could do to try and gain some more independence for myself, despite the limitations this condition gives me? With that, that about wraps up this blog post. I'm almost positive there's gonna be a part 4 at some point, so I hope you'll all stay tuned for that. :P That's all for now everybody! Thanks for reading, and I'll see you all in the next one. See ya! :)

................... Make what happen?

So there is this youngster who took it as her mission to help me heal after my wife died years ago. 27 years younger than me and gorgeous too. Not a lover or even a girl friend, just someone who became important to me and provided some needed emotional support and a mutual listening ear at a crucial time in my life.

She understands I am a randy old man. She has visited here often and observed other women staying here. Friends with some of them too. So last year she got me the perfect Xmas gift. A Playboy Calendar and a year's subscription. What an excellent gift.

I texted her yesterday and asked what she wanted for Xmas this year. Her reply?

U as my friend.

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My cats tend to take maximum advantage of background coloration whenever they can. Here are 3 of them guarding my throne.

I have heard that this is going to be a significant date from two independent sources. I do not know how significant or to what nature that significance will be.


Well....I am lying a bit. I actually heard from one of the two sources....that date is when the sh*t is going to hit the fan. We all know what happens when sh*t hits high speed fan blades. (sorry, I couldn't resist).


Anyway....has anyone heard anything about this?

Sundown March 9 to sundown March 10 is the national day of switching off the internet and reconnecting with real life. Wonder how quiet it will get on CS? I won't sneak in to peek.

Well, I hope I won't

"The idea behind the day was to challenge people to keep their electronic devices unplugged and unused for 24 hours in order to give themselves the chance to take a break and spend time relaxing with family, friends, or alone."

Read books, meet a friend to blether in real life, go for walks, and of course work on the house, lots (LOTS) to do. I don't spend much time on the internet during the day, tend to spend too much time at night. But I can do this. Good idea.

If you do it, what will you do with the time you are getting back for yourself? Could you even do it? Very few people I know could. Not entirely sure myself that I can, good grief, 24 hours, of COURSE I can.

Well...inspired by another person having a night on the town right now

Last night a buddy of mine Nick and I went out to the big city....a city of about 5000 people. That is huge around here.

We both concluded it as being a successful night...laying the ground work. It started out at the oldest pub in town, been open since the late 1800's, with some chick talking about slitting my neck. I didn't do crap to her. She was kinda mumbling to me and I didn't hear what she said. Later she came over and starting rubbing herself on my buddy and I. She told me she wanted to dance with me...there was no dancing going on and.... ....I just kinda left the area and later told my buddy that the slit your neck statement was a deal breaker. She was kinda cute. My buddy and I were speculating of how beautiful she would be if she brushed her teeth in the last week or so, put on a nice dress, and maybe a touch of make up and maybe some contacts. ...she would have been smoking. ...she was a short little red-head with a nice rack disguised by her sweatshirt.

We left that place to go to another place. There a woman I recognized from poker came over and we started talking. He had another poker lady player with her and another friend. We all chatted for some time until they moved to the next bar...telling us to come with them. Well, we were heading that way anyway. Don't make any mistakes, not really our types. But, we went to the next bar and we just walked by them. ...we didn't think they noticed us. ....naw...they did. The non-poker player lady came over and asked why we didn't go by them. ...I said there were no seats over there and we were going to go over there. She didn't buy it. She started rubbing up to my buddy...while two 20 something chicks sat to my left. I started chatting with them. One of them recognized me...and they shared a sip of their drink with me. Success! Laying some ground work.

Anyway, my buddy and I decided to go back to the bar where the psycho woman was at. Well...the one that was rubbing up to my buddy wanted to go with us. All the time, my buddy was giving me that look like...please rescue me. What could I do? I told her, sure...you can come with. I got all the pigs and shit out of the back of my car.

The moral of the story...it is nice when women approach men. More women should do that. :)

Drones since the dawn of time
Compelled to live your sheltered lives
Not once has anyone ever seen
Such a rise of pure hypocracy
I'll instigate I'll free your mind
I'll show you what I've known all this time

God Hates Us All, God Hates Us All
You know it's true God hates this place
You know it's true he hates this race

Homicide-Suicide
Hate heals, you should try it sometime
Strive for Peace with acts of war
The beauty of death we all adore
I have no faith distracting me
I know why your prayers will never be answered

God Hates Us All; God Hates Us All
He f*ckin' hates me

Pessimist, Terrorist targeting the next mark
Global chaos feeding on hysteria
Cut throat, slit your wrist, shoot you in the back fair game
Drug abuse, self abuse searching for the next high
Sounds a lot like hell is spreading all the time
I'm waiting for the day the whole world f*cking dies

I never said I wanted to be God's disciple
I'll never be the one to blindly follow

Man made virus infecting the world
Self-destruct human time bomb
What if there is no God would you think the f*ckin' same
Wasting your life in a leap of blind faith
Wake the f*ck up can't ignore what I say
I got my own philosophy

I hate everyone equally
You can't tear that out of me
No segregation -separation
Just me in my world of enemies

I never said I wanted to be God's disciple
I'll never be the one to blindly follow
I'll never be the one to bear the cross-disciple

I reject this f*ckin' race
I despise this f*ckin' place

I just had a thought while driving in the car today.

I am currently chatting with and in the process of setting up a date with an ex-private dancer. I was asked, what do you like about me? After finding out she is just about done with her college to become a veterinary assistant, I told her that I liked that she was doing something in her life to make herself proud and to love herself.

This got me thinking. I have heard so many times how women can never be happy or you can never please a woman. Lets say a woman is in a relationship with you and she cooks, cleans, pleases you in the sack....etc....what does she really have to be happy with? Yes, some women are happy in relationships like this but some others are not.

It is thought that happiness comes from within. Maybe these women that are thought to of being difficult to please or difficult to make happy, feel they have not accomplished much in life for themselves? Of course, this could go for a man also.

Moral of the story....try to avoid getting into a relationship unless you genuinely feel love or liking for yourself. In addition, a person looking to get into a relationship with another should determine if that person is genuinely happy with themselves.

Just a random thought I had today.


Accept negative outcomes in your life....learn from them....appreciate what you have....and build on that. :)

Just so you know, when you hear that (for the 10th time) and are getting madder and madder, imagining all the advisers chatting round the water cooler or gossiping in the smoke shelters, nuh UH.

Probably not enough advisers, for starters. That's standard. Not enough hired, or some off sick, train delays, some simply didn't pitch up. I worked on a bank support desk for 5 months, great hours, best paid worst job I ever had.

Managers demanding you should be handling AT LEAST 6 calls an hour. Called in to a Serious Meeting if your average dropped too low over a 3 session period. Trust me, no point in reminding them you've had commendations for your service. Time is what matters, Biff, time. Not doing it right.

We were working 4 hour shifts, 4 pm to 8 pm and got one allocated 5 minute break in the 4 hours - go to the loo? have coffee? smoke? decisions decisions.

Managers marching up and down the office shouting 'calls stacked up EIGHT MINUTES PEOPLE wrap up the call you're on!!'

Disconnect that call and before you can update the customer's notes on their account, the next voice is coming through your headphones, and he is MAD because he's waited 8 minutes and he wastes 3 minutes of the 10 you should be giving him by being bitterly sarcastic. Or you waste time because the notes from the last time he called might as well be in Klingon for all the sense they make, and the caller has to explain from the beginning. He'll love that.

Some advisers pretended to keep on talking while they frantically updated complicated notes about a complicated problem before they disconnected. However, the managers also randomly listened in on calls. Get caught, and you were in big trouble, so we rarely risked it.

Some calls simply can't be handled in 10 minutes. We were handling mortgage arrears, try rushing someone who is about to lose their house despite having made arrangements the last time they called in? Sorry, buddy, no notes about that.

Rush them, you get a complaint against you. Don't rush them, 'calls stacked up NINE MINUTES PEOPLE HEADS WILL ROLL wrap up the call you're on!'

So - next time you're told all the advisers are busy, they probably are. If the managers stopped being pocket Hitlers and answered calls themselves to help out - but that suggestion never went down well.




While we're on the subject, can anyone explain why deliveries promised between 9 am and 12 noon only arrive 10 minutes after you went out at 3 pm? Or any other background explanations?

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Full of fake people who don't exsist
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