Back to sorting out all my stuff, of which I did not know I had so much. When did my apartment become a Tardis?
Update: I have no life, so here’s the real ending to the last episode of Season 4 of the new Doctor Who.
I can’t stop: oh. noes.
Um… PS: I guess it’s some Livejournal rule, but the X-rated wonders promised within by the “say U R at least fourteen” button that pops up at the links are more juvenile than X-rated. Still, probably NSFW.
Well, I’m still here.
I’d just like to say, I have the best readers. Thank you everyone for your generous donations. And keep ’em coming — if I can get this month’s rent paid then I’ll be okay, it will give me a breather to sell my stuff and arrange an orderly withdrawal. (About $200.00 to go — you know, if ten people put in twenty dollars… or twenty people put in ten dollars… or– wait a minute, do I have twenty readers?) I would just up and leave now except I can’t really afford to have a black mark on my already bad credit that an eviction would be, and they’ll charge me as well for clearing out any belongings I leave behind. I need to get my stuff up on Craigslist or something (I started taking pix last night) so I can start clearing this place out.
I didn’t want to break my lease either, but I may have to. My original plan was to stay here until April. These people need 60 days notice if I’m going to leave — I don’t know what they’ll charge to break my lease either. I will lose my security. I’d rather not break my lease but if it comes to that I will. I’d rather not live in an apartment with no furniture… though I could do that, the floor is carpeted and I’ve slept on the floor before. But it occurred to me last night that I shouldn’t wait to clear my place out — this crisis showed me I should be ready to up and leave if I have to.
I know this is a rambling, muddled post, but I’ve had very little sleep. I couldn’t relax last night even after I took two Benadryls (which has the same ingredient those over-the-counter sleep aids do and usually knocks me out). My ear is still stuffed up, by the way, but it’s not as bad or else I’ve gotten used to it. Needless to say I rescheduled my doctor’s appointment that I had yesterday but I may have to cancel it altogether.
Anyway, thank you all so much for donating. As it stands now if I can collect about $200 more I will be able to get the landlord off my back. Then I can think whether I want to break my lease (which will screw me out of my deposit and be almost as bad on my credit as an eviction — I’ve done it before so I know) or what. I don’t want to go up north only to find that I won’t be able to get an apartment because of all this. I could get a room somewhere except I have the cats — I’m not leaving them behind.
Hi folks. Here’s the thing — I’m going to be evicted if I can’t pay my rent. My previous plans to get the rent money fell through, and I’m looking at an eviction next week. Now, I know I had said that I’d like to move out of here sooner than the end of my lease next April — but I wasn’t intending to do so quite as soon as this. For one thing, I only have about twenty dollars to my name. I still have no job. I applied for unemployment, but it just kicked in and it’s not enough yet, and I won’t get it in time. I need $705 for this month. If I don’t get it then they’ll charge me another $500 just for the eviction.
So anyway, this is a fundraiser. I realize this is a really great time to ask, but I need something — at least enough to get me out of here if I can’t raise the money to stay. I’d prefer Paypal, because I can get my hands on that money right away — Amazon takes a week to get into my bank account, and I no longer have a week. I don’t even have time to sell my stuff — if I have to move I’ll just have to leave most of it and take what I can fit in my car, which isn’t much.
Added: I’ve decided to set the front page of the blog to just show this post for now. If I end up having to leave/sell my computer/whatever, this site probably won’t be updated for a while.
Thanks to everyone for everything.
twistedspinster AT gmail.com
One more thing: you know what is really annoying about the job market down here? I have my resume up on Careerbuilder and Monster.com and so on. Nowhere on my resume does it say anything about any sales experience. I have no sales experience. I have no sales talent. I don’t want to do sales — I hate sales. But you know what I keep getting? Offer after offer for sales positions. I can’t figure out what I am doing wrong. How does “office/clerical/administrative assistant” translate into “sales person”? Looking for a job in Florida makes me feel like I’ve fallen into another universe.
Update: if you’re bored with my whining coast on over to Rachel’s — she’s just got a proposal of undying love from none other than James Wolcott. (People across the universe: “James who?” Yeah, I know, but I like to help young [I mean old — and no matter how much he drools over Obey-ma he will still be old] and insignificant writers get their fifteen minutes, know what I mean?)
This little bit of news just makes me think wistfully of one of my favorite scenes in the new Doctor Who — here’s a transcript, because I have no idea how to rip a scene from a dvd:
- The Master: No, no, no, before all that I just want to say… Thank you. Thank you one and all. You ugly, fat-faced bunch of wet, snivelling traitors.
- Cabinet minister: Yes, quite… very funny. But I th-
- The Master: No, no. That wasn’t funny. Hmmm, you see I’m not making myself very clear. Funny is like this [He smilies manically] Not funny is like this [He frowns] And right now, I’m not like – [He smiles again] – I’m like [He frowns] because you are traitors. Yes, YOU ARE! As soon as you saw the votes swinging my way, you abandoned your parties and you jumped on the Saxon bandwagon. So, this… is your reward.
- [He pulls out a gas mask and puts it on]
- Cabinet minister: Excuse me, Prime Minister, do you mind me asking, what is that?
- The Master: [muffled behind the mask] MphIt’s a gphass maskph.
- Cabinet minister: I beg your pardon?
- The Master: [He pulls up the mask] It’s a gas mask. [He grins and pulls it back down]
- Cabinet minister: Yes… but um.. why are you wearing it?
- The Master: Well, becauph omph the gphass.
- Cabinet minister: I’m sorry?
- The Master: [Pulling up the mask again] Because of the gas. [He pulls the mask back down]
- Cabinet minister: …What gas?
- The Master: This gas.
- [Gas sprays into the room, killing the ministers inside]
- Cabinet minister: (Drowning) You’re insane, Saxon!
- [The Master grins behind his gas mask and gives a double thumbs up]
(It’s from “The Sound of Drums” from Season 3.) Who knew a scene featuring a character that was being used to make fun of then-British PM Tony Blair could be so prescient? Then again, they don’t call politics the other oldest profession for nothing.
(And, apropos of nothing, here’s a satire of a “next” season episode list of Doctor Who.)
I didn’t hear a peep about this either: in New York City a little over a month ago a big, brave He-Man Obama fanatic beat a woman over the head with the wooden stick from her own sign because she dared — dared I tell you — to protest Our Sacred Leader, Barack Obama. You know, I have been hearing about the danger of crazed, Christianist, rightwing Rethuglikkkans to our country ever since the fucking end of the fucking Vietnam War but for some reason the people perpetuating actual physical violence nine times out of ten have turned out to be people of leftist political persuasions. I’m not going to insert the usual disclaimer about Not All Left-Leaning Liberals Are Drooling Violent Asstards because duh, but if you ask me most of the civilized leftists have by this time seen the light and moved rightward. Like me. And the rest of them are, I swear, DINOs. Anyway, Our Betters In the Media have been too busy chasing voices in their heads (the fake “kill him!” guy that no one can find or actually remembers hearing), guys carrying stuffed monkeys, and Joe the Plumber’s personal business to bother with this sort of thing. Besides, it’s not like any real people were hurt, only a McCain supporter.
(Via Ace of Spades.)
I went ahead and made an appointment with the ear specialist. I’m still putting the wax dissolver stuff in my ear, but very little is coming out and it’s still stuffed up. I’ve actually had this problem on and off since I was a teenager, but it hasn’t been this bad in a long time. (Like, in twenty years, that kind of long time.) So I probably need a real cleaning.
I don’t know what’s worse about the review of this play — the play itself (yet another rub-humanity’s-nose-in-shit funfest featuring vile characters doing vile things to each other because, ummm…. war is hell or something original and groundbreaking like that), or the reviewer’s glowing assessment, which doesn’t miss a single cliché from the Nu Theater Reviewer Book of (Non) Style: the actors are “brave” for taking off their clothes and simulating all sorts of sex acts, the play “shocks” because its “horrors are created by characters who are not, finally, so unlike us,” life is dull so therefore people are somehow justified in doing horrible things to each other, early audiences for the play were “Victorian” in their reaction (in other words, they reacted like I am doing now) and so on. The reviewer’s own style is sub-par Rex Reed, or like that person who wrote movie reviews for Cosmopolitan back in the Eighties who loved every. Single. Film. That he saw. Even those Benji movies.
It’s things like this that make me glad I’m a middle-class, ordinary clod whose response to “the dull cloth of the everyday” is to want art to be beautiful and uplifting. How bourgeois! One good thing, though: the author of this piece of trash committed suicide a few years ago, so at least she won’t be writing any more of her “astounding dramas.”
(Via a commenter on Ace of Spades, who unfortunately attended a performance of this beauty.)
Hey, you know that mysterious “Kill him!” shout that supposedly happened at a McCain/Palin rally and meant all Republicans are evil racists who want to Lynch Barack Obama? Well guess what… the incident may never have happened at all.
So, what have they got left on us… the guy with the stuffed monkey? Let’s see… that’s as opposed to the front yard diorama of McCain dressed in a KKK outfit chasing Barack Obama with a baseball bat (apparently — it’s hard to figure out from the “artist’s” less-than-coherent explanation — it’s to illustrate how campaigning against Obama is racist), t-shirts that say “Sarah Palin is a Cunt,” selling her son Trig on Ebay, insane demands to see Sarah Palin’s medical records from the birth of Trig to “prove” that her daughter isn’t actually the mother, attacks on her daughter’s out of wedlock pregnancy that are right out of the Conservatives Are Intolerant And Sexist Haters Handbook (so much for Progressive acceptance of all of a woman’s choices about her sexuality, eh?), “let’s stone her, old school” at a Palin appearance in Philadelphia (the City of Brotherly Love? I guess not) and etc.
And then there is the Obama campaign itself: blatantly using race to get votes while accusing the other side of racism, accepting support and encouragement from known, unrepentant domestic terrorists in a time of war against foreign terrorists and not even bothering to think up a good excuse when confronted with the fact but instead fobbing it off with a weak lie, openly dissing those citizens in the country who didn’t go to an Ivy League and don’t hold cocktail parties in art galleries as “bitter, Bible-clinging” so-and-so’s while claiming to be the party of the Working Man…. You know, we thought we had it bad when feminists turned themselves into pretzels trying to explain how they could still support Bill Clinton even though it was obvious from his behavior throughout his life that he was just another horndog who used women for his own pleasure, but at least back then you could see that his supporters knew they were lying to themselves. But the Obama fans are a different breed — they not only give no indication that they are turning everything they purport to believe upside down in order to support their candidate, I am not sure that even if they did realize it that they would think that there’s anything wrong with doing so.
This is for Ace, who is suffering from Post-Debate Syndrome and is apparently currently curled up in a fetal position under his desk because McCain failed to bore America to tears with the boring financial crisis during tonight’s debate. Trust me, the subject of finance bores most Americans beyond anything else; if we actually found things like subprime mortgage lending interesting, do you think we’d be in this mess in the first place? Even the thousands of people who can’t sell their homes for diddly, the thousands more who are in foreclosure, and the rest who disconnected the phone so the bank would quit calling just do not want to know. They don’t. And they’ll vote against the candidate who reminds them of it, and their current shaky financial situations, by doing more than mentioning it in passing. McCain obviously knows this. He knows people are just glad that the price of gas is going down.
Anyway, chill, dude.