That's how many stairs there are to get to my apartment, which I've had to climb each day for five days with the elevator being out. If you had told me one day I'd be doing 66 stairs a day for a week, I'd have looked at you like a tiny door opened in your head, and then a little clockwork bird popped out on a spring going "Coo-koo!"
I did sweat profusely, I did take the stairs slowly due to my stroke... but I had no trouble doing four flights. This is way different from my past.
I no longer sit down and rest on the way to or from work from the subway. I didn't even notice I'd stopped doing it at first. After a week I guess I did.
I need to stop going to The Melt. I have gained weight back. As much as I hate shopping for clothes, I'd rather keep the weight off. Maybe the soup place, they have an awesome Greek salad.
Anyway. Me.
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Say cheese
I may have made a big mistake today.
Since a few days have thrown the curve on my Google Fit averages, and my doctor wants me to at least not skip lunch, I've decided to start having something to nibble on around one.
I have lots of choices if I don't feel like packing my own, from sushi to chili to grilled cheese.
I used to hate grilled cheese. But then one day when Mom offered to make me one, I remembered how dill pickle chips made pulled pork barbecue sandwiches the tastiest things ever, and wondered if they could do the same with grilled cheese. Turns out they could. And when I switched from the sickly, pale and translucently green normal dill chips to the robust Vlasic brand, it became a gourmet sandwich.
I learned in Boston how to make my own grilled cheese sandwiches, although I used provolone... not sure what all Dale used besides provolone in the tomato soup, but his sandwiches were good too, although I'm of the camp that prefers the tangy tomato diluted with water rather than cream.... I know this is in the minority, but it's how I grew up.
So when selecting a doctor as my primary care physician, I chose one in the Embarcadero, which is a group of four buildings that's kind of like a shopping center and business complex. My doctor is very nice and does not judge me on my past, or at least doesn't out loud, and I appreciate that. I am being moved off of an alpha-blocker and onto a beta-blocker for blood pressure. Soon I'll see a neurologist, probably get an MRI. But the Embarcadero is where I found The Melt.
The Melt is one of many grilled-cheese restaurants that build their menu around that simple item. I'd been meaning since discovering them to come try their Italian special, but when I got there, I saw their "Well Dressed" fries--
What I didn't know was that this tastes exactly like a pub I used to frequent in downtown Lexington, The Holy Grail, and yes I did Monty Python skits for their commercials. It had great food, but nothing better than their smothered fries, which, apparently, had a couple of cheeses I'm not familiar with. I'm gonna have to learn about jack and fontina, because these were the best smothered fries I've ever had, and they tasted exactly like The Melt's, only The Melt's Russetts weren't shoestrings.
It's a mistake because I am on the last notch on my last belt. Was hoping to keep that extra weight off. This may not happen, now.
What's more to update. Everybody likes me at work. I keep getting lascivious offers for company and turning them down. And I realize now I shoulda got a bigger TV.
Maybe I'll correct that this weekend.
Since a few days have thrown the curve on my Google Fit averages, and my doctor wants me to at least not skip lunch, I've decided to start having something to nibble on around one.
I have lots of choices if I don't feel like packing my own, from sushi to chili to grilled cheese.
I used to hate grilled cheese. But then one day when Mom offered to make me one, I remembered how dill pickle chips made pulled pork barbecue sandwiches the tastiest things ever, and wondered if they could do the same with grilled cheese. Turns out they could. And when I switched from the sickly, pale and translucently green normal dill chips to the robust Vlasic brand, it became a gourmet sandwich.
I learned in Boston how to make my own grilled cheese sandwiches, although I used provolone... not sure what all Dale used besides provolone in the tomato soup, but his sandwiches were good too, although I'm of the camp that prefers the tangy tomato diluted with water rather than cream.... I know this is in the minority, but it's how I grew up.
So when selecting a doctor as my primary care physician, I chose one in the Embarcadero, which is a group of four buildings that's kind of like a shopping center and business complex. My doctor is very nice and does not judge me on my past, or at least doesn't out loud, and I appreciate that. I am being moved off of an alpha-blocker and onto a beta-blocker for blood pressure. Soon I'll see a neurologist, probably get an MRI. But the Embarcadero is where I found The Melt.
The Melt is one of many grilled-cheese restaurants that build their menu around that simple item. I'd been meaning since discovering them to come try their Italian special, but when I got there, I saw their "Well Dressed" fries--
Russetts, cheddar, fontina & jack, bacon with crispy onions
What I didn't know was that this tastes exactly like a pub I used to frequent in downtown Lexington, The Holy Grail, and yes I did Monty Python skits for their commercials. It had great food, but nothing better than their smothered fries, which, apparently, had a couple of cheeses I'm not familiar with. I'm gonna have to learn about jack and fontina, because these were the best smothered fries I've ever had, and they tasted exactly like The Melt's, only The Melt's Russetts weren't shoestrings.
It's a mistake because I am on the last notch on my last belt. Was hoping to keep that extra weight off. This may not happen, now.
What's more to update. Everybody likes me at work. I keep getting lascivious offers for company and turning them down. And I realize now I shoulda got a bigger TV.
Maybe I'll correct that this weekend.
Monday, July 6, 2015
Thursday, July 2, 2015
Kelly Sunday-schools you on the Bible
I've always said my little brother is smarter than me (not as handsome, but smarter). Here are his thoughts on the Bible and gays:
I actually made two posts. Here was the first one in regards to the quote from Romans...
The words in The Book of Romans are not the words of Jesus. That is Paul speaking. And if you believe Paul, keep in mind that he forbids women to discuss matters of religion. So all you women, please stop sinning up this thread.
Jesus never spoke out against homosexuality. Guess what? He also didn't speak out against premarital sex, didn't speak out against birth control, but did speak out against public prayer and the death penalty. He also had brown skin and long hair. But that's only if you believe what's in the Bible.
Jesus never spoke out against homosexuality. Guess what? He also didn't speak out against premarital sex, didn't speak out against birth control, but did speak out against public prayer and the death penalty. He also had brown skin and long hair. But that's only if you believe what's in the Bible.
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Inside Out
Things I did today that I could cross off my bucket list, if I had one:
And now I'm finishing laundry. Tomorrow: Target and Michael's. Now, fruit bowl.
- Found a great place to have lunch in the city on the weekends, and maybe once in a while do shopping, and see movies, right off the Powell St. subway stop.
- Bought a new love seat, realized how much I hate that term.
- Pre-ordered Arkham Knight.
- Saw a passed out homeless person shit his pants on the sidewalk.
- Had a carrot-fart from eating too many carrots last night.
- Went on a movie date with a local game programmer who is a millionaire... watched the new Pixar movie next to this beefy stud worth a few million who thinks I am hot.
- Bought an Amazon Fire because my old tablet is dead.
- Was solicited for sex by a stranger in a mall bathroom.
And now I'm finishing laundry. Tomorrow: Target and Michael's. Now, fruit bowl.
Friday, June 19, 2015
500,000
I couldn't think of a punchy title for this post, so I just put down the number of sportsball fanatics that were here in Oakland this morning to welcome back their NBA champions. This place looks like a shit-hole now.
Anyway, this week has been odd for a few reasons. One, I learned my stalker is definitely still stalking me. Second, Dale also spoke to me, in a way. And third, nine people in South Carolina were murdered by a racist.
"Every fiber in my body hurts."
Anyway, this week has been odd for a few reasons. One, I learned my stalker is definitely still stalking me. Second, Dale also spoke to me, in a way. And third, nine people in South Carolina were murdered by a racist.
"Every fiber in my body hurts."
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
As Seen Thru Kelly's VISOR....: Jurassic World recap
As Seen Thru Kelly's VISOR....: Jurassic World recap: So the new Jurassic World film is SOOOOO predictable. Remember that park where a T-Rex om-nom-nommed on a bunch of innocent people? ...
Monday, June 1, 2015
Bouts and Doubts
I had another massive hit of depression over Memorial Day Weekend. So bad I had to tell my boss about it... he knew I was dealing with depression, but not how bad it had gotten for me. I told him the worst thing was that there is nothing wrong in my life right now. My job is great, my workplace is great, my pay is great, my health (physical anyway) seems improving... the only bad thing I can think of is being so far from home, but I've done that before.
My meds were off. I was not getting the correct dosage. They've been corrected, and I wondered when they'd kick in. Then the Bottlerock weekend came up and kicked my ass with fun. I was front row for the Mowgli's (or as I call them, Amy Pond and the Time Lords... see the girl singer) who weren't as hippie as I thought. I had shit seats for Cage the Elephant, because I wanted to sit near the soundboard and grab the recordings as soon as possible, and I regret that because they really rocked the house. I didn't see Zella Day, or Young the Giant, but I did stand in the back for ZZ Ward, who is an incredible blues-influenced performer and two of her band have liked my pic on Instagram. I sat outside and waited for Michael Zanti to finish what sounded like either an enthusiastic set celebrating life and love, or an extremely punishing exercise class. He is pretty incredible.
I had All Access at the chateau, so I went upstairs to the kitchen to grab a drink on the last day. Just one band to record that day. A group of human locusts already hovered over the food display, devouring. A couple of them were on the balcony remarking how awesome the place was, and one remarked on my t-shirt and said he was into comics too, and we geeked for a bit while I munched on some fancy sandwich. Then I excused myself to go get ready for the show.
Turns out they were the show. I was chowing down on American Authors' nibbles with American Authors. While they are not quite the type of music I like, their show was phenomenal, particularly their cover of "Yellow" by Coldplay, I song I hate, but their version? Love.
This is a good job. I told my boss that I had a great time before leaving Sunday.
Then I got to work this morning and found out we're doing another Nickelback promotion.
I had doubts that the increase in my meds was working, it certainly would be unusual for it to start to affect me so quickly, but I received a notice on my phone this morning that would, at one time, would have sent my brain into a tizzy of trying to figure out why and what and how and what to do.
Today I just deleted it and walked on to work. Maybe the new dose is working after all. Or maybe it really was the first great weekend of many here.
My meds were off. I was not getting the correct dosage. They've been corrected, and I wondered when they'd kick in. Then the Bottlerock weekend came up and kicked my ass with fun. I was front row for the Mowgli's (or as I call them, Amy Pond and the Time Lords... see the girl singer) who weren't as hippie as I thought. I had shit seats for Cage the Elephant, because I wanted to sit near the soundboard and grab the recordings as soon as possible, and I regret that because they really rocked the house. I didn't see Zella Day, or Young the Giant, but I did stand in the back for ZZ Ward, who is an incredible blues-influenced performer and two of her band have liked my pic on Instagram. I sat outside and waited for Michael Zanti to finish what sounded like either an enthusiastic set celebrating life and love, or an extremely punishing exercise class. He is pretty incredible.
I had All Access at the chateau, so I went upstairs to the kitchen to grab a drink on the last day. Just one band to record that day. A group of human locusts already hovered over the food display, devouring. A couple of them were on the balcony remarking how awesome the place was, and one remarked on my t-shirt and said he was into comics too, and we geeked for a bit while I munched on some fancy sandwich. Then I excused myself to go get ready for the show.
Turns out they were the show. I was chowing down on American Authors' nibbles with American Authors. While they are not quite the type of music I like, their show was phenomenal, particularly their cover of "Yellow" by Coldplay, I song I hate, but their version? Love.
This is a good job. I told my boss that I had a great time before leaving Sunday.
Then I got to work this morning and found out we're doing another Nickelback promotion.
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I had doubts that the increase in my meds was working, it certainly would be unusual for it to start to affect me so quickly, but I received a notice on my phone this morning that would, at one time, would have sent my brain into a tizzy of trying to figure out why and what and how and what to do.
Today I just deleted it and walked on to work. Maybe the new dose is working after all. Or maybe it really was the first great weekend of many here.
Monday, May 11, 2015
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Friday, May 1, 2015
Five cents change
As if to punish me for being optimistic about the new job and new opportunities open to me, fate decided that one of my first promotions would be a Nickelback giveaway.
It may be cliche, but I swear to all that is holy that I had trouble figuring out which guitar riffs I recorded went with which vocals.
Also I got my first paycheck today. That makes up for it.
It may be cliche, but I swear to all that is holy that I had trouble figuring out which guitar riffs I recorded went with which vocals.
Also I got my first paycheck today. That makes up for it.
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Good, bad, ugly
The job keeps seeming to get potentially better and better. It appears I will be engineering the recordings of our private shows, which is a big thing. I mean, a chimp could bus the audio to separate recording channels, and it's not like I'd be doing any post-production mixing... but it leads to a yearly engineering credit on an actual album we'll sell. I mean, damn.
Plus, I'll be actually learning about mixing for music, which is way different than doing comedy skits with pre-produced music. Kind of scared and excited.
My big debut will be at the Bottlerock festival at the end of the month.
In the meantime, today everything I had forgotten about Protools clicked back today, and I've built my old template again and what I'm putting together sounds awesome. Still kind of doing things the long way around with Protools, but it sounds like they're buying me the plugins and the mouse I need, so I won't stop them.
The bad, got hit by a foreigner while driving to Safeway. Still dealing with the insurance companies on that.
The ugly, my neighbors' kids, but our walls seem thick, and I am only bothered by them when doing laundry. So far.
Plus, I'll be actually learning about mixing for music, which is way different than doing comedy skits with pre-produced music. Kind of scared and excited.
My big debut will be at the Bottlerock festival at the end of the month.
In the meantime, today everything I had forgotten about Protools clicked back today, and I've built my old template again and what I'm putting together sounds awesome. Still kind of doing things the long way around with Protools, but it sounds like they're buying me the plugins and the mouse I need, so I won't stop them.
The bad, got hit by a foreigner while driving to Safeway. Still dealing with the insurance companies on that.
The ugly, my neighbors' kids, but our walls seem thick, and I am only bothered by them when doing laundry. So far.
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
much much much
So much I want to talk about right now. I still cant, for reasons.
I am slowly crawling out from the boxes of my moving life. But even that needs to wait for later.
I won't be going to get comics again until Saga is out. This actually could be the death of me and comics. Who knows, maybe another writer will come along.
Bronze Monkey is judging me right now.
I am slowly crawling out from the boxes of my moving life. But even that needs to wait for later.
I won't be going to get comics again until Saga is out. This actually could be the death of me and comics. Who knows, maybe another writer will come along.
Bronze Monkey is judging me right now.
Saturday, April 25, 2015
Sub-missive
San Francisco is a pretty cool place to live in, although I live in Oakland now, but it's just two subway stops away.
I walk a minimum of two miles every day. At first, when I was lugging my laptop to work as well, I had to stop at benches and rest. Apparently the amount of weight I've again lost since going back on Zoloft is the same as what my laptop bag weighs, because my back pretty much felt the same. This week, without the laptop? I might stop and rest once during the walk to/from work, for twenty seconds or so.
I've steadily been sweating less each day, and finally figured out that I can basically take any East Bay train I want to get home, which is fucking sweet: no waiting, unless I want to.
I have missed two concerts so far, because I am still exhausted from the accelerated move. I could have seen Alabama Shakes the night after I arrived, but I was pretty much comatose that day. I didn't get to see FNM for pretty much the same reason, but since they are from SF, they'll probably add a couple of dates after their tour.
My boss really likes me and I think he's pretty glad he got me. The first things I wrote for him didn't even get altered, not one bit. And he's inviting me over for Mint Juleps on Derby Day, which, I don't want to tell him how I hate mint in anything that's not a breath freshener, but hey, he's the boss. There's only so many times I can get by with drinking beers.
Oh yeah. The key to not being a drunk if you do it because otherwise you cannot sleep is to walk a lot. It's 9pm, PST. If I wanted to go to bed right now, I would be asleep for like five hours. I might be getting used to the commute, but it doesn't mean my body isn't still complaining, and needing rest.
All of the pro framed pics survived the journey, but I may wait til my brother visits to hang them. Tomorrow I go to buy a couch and a new, smaller TV.
Life is pretty fucking good for me right now. And to think, it wouldn't have happened if my life hadn't gone to shit after the stroke and Dad dying.
I walk a minimum of two miles every day. At first, when I was lugging my laptop to work as well, I had to stop at benches and rest. Apparently the amount of weight I've again lost since going back on Zoloft is the same as what my laptop bag weighs, because my back pretty much felt the same. This week, without the laptop? I might stop and rest once during the walk to/from work, for twenty seconds or so.
I've steadily been sweating less each day, and finally figured out that I can basically take any East Bay train I want to get home, which is fucking sweet: no waiting, unless I want to.
I have missed two concerts so far, because I am still exhausted from the accelerated move. I could have seen Alabama Shakes the night after I arrived, but I was pretty much comatose that day. I didn't get to see FNM for pretty much the same reason, but since they are from SF, they'll probably add a couple of dates after their tour.
My boss really likes me and I think he's pretty glad he got me. The first things I wrote for him didn't even get altered, not one bit. And he's inviting me over for Mint Juleps on Derby Day, which, I don't want to tell him how I hate mint in anything that's not a breath freshener, but hey, he's the boss. There's only so many times I can get by with drinking beers.
Oh yeah. The key to not being a drunk if you do it because otherwise you cannot sleep is to walk a lot. It's 9pm, PST. If I wanted to go to bed right now, I would be asleep for like five hours. I might be getting used to the commute, but it doesn't mean my body isn't still complaining, and needing rest.
All of the pro framed pics survived the journey, but I may wait til my brother visits to hang them. Tomorrow I go to buy a couch and a new, smaller TV.
Life is pretty fucking good for me right now. And to think, it wouldn't have happened if my life hadn't gone to shit after the stroke and Dad dying.
Saturday, April 18, 2015
Sol Invictus
I actually didn't realize that I hadn't driven my car for three days until the weekend got here and I needed to stock up on oranges and apples. I forgot bananas. I am not purposefully trying to eat healthy... believe me, I'll get the lasanga if I go to a restaurant. It's just, on the anti-depression meds, I just lose my appetite. I have to set an alarm to remind myself to eat stuff, because while I'm not in danger of wasting away, I have again lost a lot of weight... nearly 30 pounds.
I am glad I chose to not live in San Francisco, but the East Bay area. It forces me to use the subway, which is great, and I've met my Google Fit goals every day since I started work. The area of Oakland my apartment is in is actually really safe, and my walk to the subway is short, as is my walk to work from the subway.
My apartment is tiny and just the right size for me. Next weekend I'll go get a TV at Best Buy, for now I'll just use the tiny bedroom one.
My boss laughed his ass off at the stuff I wrote yesterday. I haven't felt that good in a while.
It's probably torrented or streaming, but I'm listening to the new Faith No More right now. Liking it. I think I'll get into one of their concerts here... hopefully they'll sing my current fave song from them, and "Be Aggressive."
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Saturday, April 11, 2015
My reviews of the states
Kentucky: If we had had proper rainfall this year, it would have been a normal spring and everything would have been green and smelled nice. Between cities was unremarkable. Louisville was surprisingly pleasant to drive through, not much traffic to deal with.
Indiana: Boring, and once again I took a big gay dump in Santa Claus. I was not even denied a wedding pizza.
Illinois: Not much to talk about here.
Missouri: East side of the state smells like poop. Do not bother to complain to the locals about it, they will not believe you because they can't smell it. It's because of the Mississippi River, I assume, since Memphis smells the same.
They've finished the construction that used to vex me in St. Louis, so it was a smooth ride. It was weird seeing all the road and city signs again knowing they weren't leading to the happy weekends I used to associate with them.
This was the state with the most insects. I left a Days Inn and saw no less than three Storm Chasers gathered in the parking lot preparing to, chase storms. A woman larger than me (with a shirt that read "run the red lines" that outlined a special area of Tornado Alley) walked haphazardly past me on two leg braces and canes, eager to get back to The Good Work.
Iowa: A desolate shit-hole. Also there was snow.
Nebraska: A desolate shit-hole.
Wyoming: I'd been in Wyoming before, but not this part. Very impressive welcome sign on the border, and striking mountains began to rise. Saw my first wind farms and my first tumbleweed. And a bunny. I did not see Devil's Tower.
Utah: Amazingly beautiful, and since that's me talking about nature, it should be a strong indication of how pretty it was. I'd love to actually visit, since beauty lasts approximately 150 miles. Also the Star Wars fans there do not know how to spell:
Nevada: Every rest stop in Nevada is intended to addict you to gambling. Even the Arby's had a casino. It starts literally at the border, with a big casino town. Traffic was tumultuous so I did not notice much of Reno, but the roads were for shit.
California: They check you for produce at the border. The guy in the truck in front of me was pulled over because he was hauling something they had to confiscate. My movers warned me of the dreaded Gypsy Moth which has no natural predators in California, and which would land me in prison if anything they were moving was infested with Moth larvae. The inspectors, however... they just waved me through.
I am in my extended stay hotel now, have already had a few offers for companionship, which I've turned down, and have had my first unremarkable pizza. Tonight I am just staying in... tomorrow my new life begins. It is a pity it will begin alone.
If I wasn't so sore I would be seeing Alabama Shakes tonight. Instead I will just be sleeping more.
If I wasn't so sore I would be seeing Alabama Shakes tonight. Instead I will just be sleeping more.
I do not think I like pizza with bits of garlic chunks on it.
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Friday, April 3, 2015
The Move
The next few days are going to be hectic.
In addition to continuing my full time job (and working this weekend so that my travel days aren't deducted from my first paycheck), I have to tie up loose ends. See my cousin before I go. He will want to drink, but that's okay if I have Mango-ritas again. My uncle whom I've never met died this week, his funeral is tomorrow... I feel guilty about not going, but the thought of pall-bearing as a final duty here makes me want to get my tits out. Besides, the family is the one saying focus on my move, so I'm honoring their wishes.
I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop... this job seems too good to be true. For one, what they really need is a copywriter... because I think the boss is used to a different style than what I began churning out in Dallas. Just writing, it is so fucking hard. It exhausts me, it exhausts my brother. He'd honestly rather be in the gym. Putting together the fiddle-faddle is easy, it's finding a new way to sell it that makes it stand out that is the challenge.
I seem to be succeeding on that front, anyway. A few hiccups, but that's to be expected in the beginning. Everything else is on the air.
I am back.
In addition to continuing my full time job (and working this weekend so that my travel days aren't deducted from my first paycheck), I have to tie up loose ends. See my cousin before I go. He will want to drink, but that's okay if I have Mango-ritas again. My uncle whom I've never met died this week, his funeral is tomorrow... I feel guilty about not going, but the thought of pall-bearing as a final duty here makes me want to get my tits out. Besides, the family is the one saying focus on my move, so I'm honoring their wishes.
I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop... this job seems too good to be true. For one, what they really need is a copywriter... because I think the boss is used to a different style than what I began churning out in Dallas. Just writing, it is so fucking hard. It exhausts me, it exhausts my brother. He'd honestly rather be in the gym. Putting together the fiddle-faddle is easy, it's finding a new way to sell it that makes it stand out that is the challenge.
I seem to be succeeding on that front, anyway. A few hiccups, but that's to be expected in the beginning. Everything else is on the air.
I am back.
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