So I went to the education fair over at the Pikes Peak Workforce Center. I was most impressed with the booths for Pikes Peak Community College and UCCS. At the moment I feel a bit overwhelmed by the stuff I brought home about courses and degrees offered by both colleges.
Also a little stress trying to figure out what I really like and would invest $20k USD to go to school and learn then get a piece of paper that'll say "lawl i did tihs" and get better jobs than my current position. Right now the only things which come to mind are journalism or something dealing with writing or astronomy.
I could easily have a degree by the time I'm forty one. Forty one. Jesus fucking Christ, I'm going to be elderly.
From 1998 to 2001 I went to therapy every week. The therapist was this woman my father knew and basically it turned into a bullshit session where I griped and grumbled about how shit my life was living under the roof of my parents and eventually evolving into dealing with Malyss and dealing with Kinja. Anyway I stopped it because I felt like I was spinning my tires and I kept feeling this vibe of "You're really okay, you're just in a complete shit situation, your dad's married to his father through your mom, that'll be $30 kthxbai."
I mean it was good for what it was back in the day but when my current therapist asked me if I had any relaxation techniques I had to bite my tongue for a second and refrain from replying with "fapping". Shit, I didn't get any relaxation techqniues out of those three years of therapy. All of a sudden I felt anxious and on the defensive that I didn't have any relaxation techniques and it's plainly obvious every shrink gives relaxation techniques so if I don't know any then I am a god damned liar about having seen a therapist in the past.
Anyway I felt like a complete dork tapping around my eye and on my fingers while humming but it really works. Go check out Emotional Freedom Techniques. Heck I was doing the tapping at work during my breaks when I felt my stress level was rising up and I was able to handle the day without coming home like an abused dog crawling under the porch hoping no one will find me.
In your neighborhood?
In your neighborhood?
Say, who are the cats in your neighborhood?
The cats that you meet each day
For a while I was a bit worried about the neighborhood cats. Last time I saw Black Leg she was ambling away from me, crossing the street towards the frat house and all points northwest. This was more than a week ago. Wednesday morning I saw that Black Leg has taken up residence with Jeep Girl next door. Perhaps she's always lived with Jeep Girl and was just very insistent on being let outside on a regular basis. Anyway I was relieved and pleased at the sight.
Tuxedo Cat has been mooching around the backyards. I still laugh because the tip of Tuxedo's tail is a little tiny white bit. She also enjoys coming into the backyard and harassing poor Spot. It's common knowledge among the cats that I am a soft touch and have been giving wet food on an intermittent basis to the cafts.
On Wednesday night Tuxedo was hanging around by Alaska Lady's fence and started rolling around like a dog when I came out to say hello. Did I mention that Tuxedo got vicious? Yes, Tuxedo got vicious but did not draw blood. She rolled around my leg and hooked her claws into my sock while making yowly noises like I was being evil and cruel.
When I hefted Spot outside to cause some drama we found that Tuxedo was gone.
I'm pretty sure that our neighbor Bad Cat is doing well being all ornery in her backyard.
Anyway.
So I was watching a trailer for a new Jim Carrey movie. He was playing a regular office drone who had been lured into a dispensationalist cult and made his wife and daughters start wearing those Little House on the Prairie bonnets which are the equivalent of the western burqa and hijab. Among the elders of this cult were Wilford Brimley and Morgan Freeman. Up in their mountain retreat along the back range they decided that the end times were upon them and they had to take action.
Just like all religions human life was meaningless and the solution were mass suicides. One day Jim Carrey's character went out to build an outhouse only to come home and see that the elders had killed his family rather than letting Jim and his family kill themselves at the same time together. He comes home and finds his trailer empty, puts two and two together and starts bawling like crazy.
Fifteen minutes later of Warholesque sobbing and emotional torture he pulls out a pistol, puts it in his mouth and becomes an hero. You'd think this would be exciting and prove to be the end of the trailer. Nope, it's more BAWWWWW as he bleeds through the nostrils, mouth and eyes because he was off the mark with his shot. The camera doesn't move and it's just watching Carrey beat his head against the pooling blood beneath him. Each thud flattens his skull until there's just a tortured piece of meat that could have been a face at one time.
That's all I remember but I have a nagging suspicion there was more.
