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Monthly Archives: June 2008
A link and a question.
How to Save Your State Economy: Bring on the same-sex marriages!
Does anyone know if zipper tabs on slacks can be repaired? Is that something a tailor would do? Is that something that I could do myself?
Entropy update.
Homeowner’s insurance does not cover damage, as no one was in the car.
Car insurance does not cover damage, as I have not purchased comprehensive coverage.
Stimulus check has arrived and been deposited.
Glass repair – never mind the dent – will eat up the entire stimulus check, if not more.
In other news, I now have two pairs of slacks with no zipper tabs.
Car, tarp, dent, finger.
Damn.
Stargate Atlantis: Season 3
I had seen nearly all of these episodes as they aired. I was not bored or disappointed, though, as they were well worth watching again. As I got closer and closer to the end of the season, I got more excited, because I knew that something big was going to happen to the city, and that something big was going to happen to Dr. Carson, who is one of my favorite Atlantis characters.
I will not provide spoilers. I will just say that yes, I cried. I cried like I did when I watched Pay it Forward. The end of the season had a very Voyager feel to it. And no, I don’t mean that in a bad way. Four stars.
Blood: The Last Vampire
This is what happens when I browse through the Netflix streaming list. I go clicky-clicky, and then watch mediocre anime. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t bad. It just wasn’t good, either. One of the first original vampires? Okay. The last surviving vampire? Um, all right. Are those demons? What are those things she keeps killing? Why are they hiding in human host bodies? Okay, you killed the big baddie. Now some of the talky talky to let me in on the background? No? Huh, they rolled credits.
WTF. Animation quality was good, action was good. Something about the lips of some of the characters bothered me. Enjoyable watch. Three stars.
Half the battle.
I have filed for divorce.
I did it.
It took two days of visits to the courthouse to make sure that I had the right paperwork and the right copies of the right paperwork, and that both the paperwork and the copies had the right seals and stamps and twirl three times in a circle… anyway, you get the idea.
The courthouse’s security is just as strict as the airport, except for the whole liquid ban thing. I mean, you can’t have a screwdriver, but you can have a lighter. Um. I think I’ll leave ranting about security theater to Bruce Schneier. He’s far better at it.
This afternoon, I filed for divorce.
I have to consult the book again, about whether the Answer & Waiver that she signed negates the need for me to serve her papers. I mean, that was the point of that sheet, right? No one seemed to know, and I didn’t want to deal with another hour and a half wait for Access to Justice, the publicly available legal pseudo-advice.
So many people are fighting over custody of their children. So many people are fighting each other, and breaking apart. There are so many broken hearts and frustrated dreams and angry people.
In comparison, I’ve got it easy.
It doesn’t feel easy.
It took me a few days to gather myself to file. I became depressed. I became petulant. I became hermit-like. I had an emotional gravitational singularity. Why was I filing, when she was the one who left? Why was I dropping 150 hard-earned dollars, when I never wanted the divorce in the first place?
I know why, now. I want freedom. I want to put it behind me. I want to grow. I want to move on. I want to be done with this, done with her.
I need time to heal. I need time without her influence in my life to become wholly me again. I need to continue deprogramming myself from the patterns that I formed in the past. I need time.
I have filed for divorce.