This is another song that came up on my Pandora and migrated over to my Spotify, so I’m moving it here.
September 2023 archive
I like the quotes on the bottom right side now!
Well, I’ve made a few changes to this blog… nothing major, but I really like the quotes.
I have those quotes listed on the “about me” section of another blog of mine that I’ve actually had since late 2008, which is why it was so easy to put them on the right side of this blog. And speaking of that, I should really update the pages on this blog when I have the time. I might do that on a Monday or Wednesday…
Meanwhile, I continue to collect Kuma Crafts jewelry from people who aren’t scalping them off in sales benefiting from price hikes people are willing to pay after her death. I won’t buy into that no matter how beautiful or rare the piece is. I’ve gotten a fairly good idea what she charged for various pieces while she was alive by looking at her Facebook page for it (“Kuma Crafts”), and I’ve been using that as a guideline.
There are never good subject lines for these things.
It’s seriously like it actually happened yesterday. Happening to be awake and online, it flashed by on my Instagram long enough to see it — a picture of her with her two sons, that she had passed, Rest in Peace.
At the time, all I could think of was “not her”.
Not her.
I’d just really like to move… out of this state.
This is a picture taken near my house. The spray-paint on the left side, in red, is the signature of the tagger. On the right, there is what amounts to BxK — there seem to be other, smaller K’s there as well, but this literally translates to “Blood killers” and is the worst taunt the Crips to throw down. Without fail, this area of my house is tagged like this… the city removes the spray-paint, they put it right back up. This has been going on for years and it is clear that this is a story of the ages… it may not be a good one, but it’s a story of the ages. And quite frankly, it’s bad enough to live near “Crip road” here. I know exactly where “Crip road” is.
Well, that was an… extremely weird ending to this.
I have a lot of the things ready in my room to resume streaming!
I just want to hang some of the clothing up that I wear, and have worn, for streaming somewhere that is in slightly easier reach than reaching into my closet hoping for the best (my closet houses a lot of nice things, but it is only so large). There are also some lights that I want to put in the background to avoid having to turn the overhead light on and giving myself a migraine, and I’m working out the finer details on that. I do continue to have migraines — I think that’s a “going to be the rest of my life” thing, so in spite of having made peace with that I’m going to continue to explore pathways to lessen them, and the pain — and my seizures (apraxic, non-convulsive) are under better control than they were. I take the wins when I can.
I’d also like to address the fact that the revenge porn thing I posted about — letting someone’s local police department know the two occasions that he had posted graphic revenge porn of what appeared to be exes of his because they didn’t give him what he wanted — solved itself in a very weird way, but I will take the win. The person in question (okay, my oldest son’s legal father) deleted the account that he had on that site around the time that he got charged with criminal trespass and resisting arrest, intending on going as far into hiding as he could to avoid the charge. When he deleted his account on that site — one that historically ignores takedown requests as it is, even when they are made by law enforcement or the judicial system — those pictures were deleted with it. His desperation to hide from local law enforcement solved that problem, for which I’m grateful. As a matter of fact, he’s still trying to hide from law enforcement because that criminal trespass (first degree) and resisting arrest charges are pending pre-trial diversion. If he shows up, watch him screw this up. It’s practically in his genes. And honestly, I like the fact that he’s even hiding from the Internet.