again w/ the HOT or NOT rejections...
...or don't they ever read your profiles on this site? I specifically state in my profile that I'm a married man, have gone so far as to search for married women, in order to not-be rejected when someone finds out (I could make it worse by asserting that I'm insane), & then they go ahead & reject me, as soon as you send them an email. That happened this morning, & what's the point of a chat room if you can't chat? The futility of it all... I am married, I don't need to "meet" anyone, I guess that I just want to build up a long double-match list to prove to myself that I'm still attractive. It all reduces to Vadisadism. I had no one for so many years, years of alienation exasperating VADIS & being tormented over it by Alfalfa High that I need to prove now that I'm not ugly -- though my rating is only 6 (I might do better with a new photo) some women respond kindly. I feel, though, that I'll be spending less time on the site in the coming days.
Speaking of coming, Dr. Nolan's nurse informed me yesterday that everything they make for ED is dangerous for people with high blood pressure or a history of heart problems. I told her that I thought it was 'cause of the haldol in my blood & the blood was in my head (& I was better off than dead), but the problem's persisted, even though my last shot was 11/06. I told her perhaps it was one of my other meds, but that it sounded like I'd just have to put up with it. She responded by asking me to make an appointment with the doctor, anyway, & I sort of feel like it's already a wasted trip.
Our heater down in the basement is still busted. The plumber came in yesterday, "fixed" it, then when I went downstairs to fetch a can of something, I smelled gas. The plumber had shown me where to turn off the gas, but it was too close to closing for someone to come out.
Trish really turned into Cranky Bear last night. I don't know why. For the last week, she'd been stressing out/paranoid that "my father hates me, because he won't talk to me on the telephone", so I sent him an email asking him to call. He responded with a nice note, but the euphoria only lasted so long. Earlier, we'd been to Albertson's to shop for milk, eggs, & assorted sundries, so Trish skipped her shower. Since Charlene Upstairs told her to clean some at night after work so she could enjoy her day off, she's now entered a housecleaning, manic frenzy that really disallows her any time to spend with me. I had skipped my bath for a couple of days, so I wanted to take one. Trish responded that she "had" to clean the bathroom", but finally decided to just do the dishes & make the bed. After a quick bath, I played the keyboard some, trying to learn "The Crystal Ship".
I tried running it thru my stereo again, but kept the volume cautiously low: I don't want to blow my state-of-the-art Radio Shack woofers with deep bass tones from a musical instrument; I blew the tweeter on my Jantzen's that way; & the bass is both powerful & low. At least the Dayton Audio full-range Trish is ordering me for X-mas -- a PA driver (not as hi-fi as she can go) -- will be next to impossible to blow. If anything else blows on the Rectilinears, it's being replaced by PA drivers, perhaps even piezo tweeters, if the Pioneer dome tweeters should fail. It's just that it'd be cheaper to swap out the parts than to buy a musical instrument speaker.
So today, I'm fixing pancakes again. I hope the dirty burner doesn't cause Trish too much anxiety. Last night, when cooking some chicken surprise, it boiled over on me & got in the burner. Since it falls apart when you take it out to clean it, Trish wants a new burner, even though it'd make more sense just to move the old oven from the basement upstairs -- she's hysterically opposed to that idea. She says we have the buckadingdongs in the bank, we should spend them -- spend, spend, spend; I'm getting sick of it -- so why don't we just get a new "burner part"? OK, let's see how the plumber bill works out. No, we need a new burner part; why can't we buy a new burner part? Well, for one thing, she doesn't realize the price of groceries, & we only got 10 buckadingdongs worth of food stamps this month.
Also (sprach Zarathustra), I learned from wako last night that Bonnie's mom passed away the night before last. Keith's father is also in the ICU. I hope he enjoys the CDs I burned for him. They may be one of the few things to brighten up his holiday. Did you ever see the faces of the children, they get so excited..?
Speaking of coming, Dr. Nolan's nurse informed me yesterday that everything they make for ED is dangerous for people with high blood pressure or a history of heart problems. I told her that I thought it was 'cause of the haldol in my blood & the blood was in my head (& I was better off than dead), but the problem's persisted, even though my last shot was 11/06. I told her perhaps it was one of my other meds, but that it sounded like I'd just have to put up with it. She responded by asking me to make an appointment with the doctor, anyway, & I sort of feel like it's already a wasted trip.
Our heater down in the basement is still busted. The plumber came in yesterday, "fixed" it, then when I went downstairs to fetch a can of something, I smelled gas. The plumber had shown me where to turn off the gas, but it was too close to closing for someone to come out.
Trish really turned into Cranky Bear last night. I don't know why. For the last week, she'd been stressing out/paranoid that "my father hates me, because he won't talk to me on the telephone", so I sent him an email asking him to call. He responded with a nice note, but the euphoria only lasted so long. Earlier, we'd been to Albertson's to shop for milk, eggs, & assorted sundries, so Trish skipped her shower. Since Charlene Upstairs told her to clean some at night after work so she could enjoy her day off, she's now entered a housecleaning, manic frenzy that really disallows her any time to spend with me. I had skipped my bath for a couple of days, so I wanted to take one. Trish responded that she "had" to clean the bathroom", but finally decided to just do the dishes & make the bed. After a quick bath, I played the keyboard some, trying to learn "The Crystal Ship".
I tried running it thru my stereo again, but kept the volume cautiously low: I don't want to blow my state-of-the-art Radio Shack woofers with deep bass tones from a musical instrument; I blew the tweeter on my Jantzen's that way; & the bass is both powerful & low. At least the Dayton Audio full-range Trish is ordering me for X-mas -- a PA driver (not as hi-fi as she can go) -- will be next to impossible to blow. If anything else blows on the Rectilinears, it's being replaced by PA drivers, perhaps even piezo tweeters, if the Pioneer dome tweeters should fail. It's just that it'd be cheaper to swap out the parts than to buy a musical instrument speaker.
So today, I'm fixing pancakes again. I hope the dirty burner doesn't cause Trish too much anxiety. Last night, when cooking some chicken surprise, it boiled over on me & got in the burner. Since it falls apart when you take it out to clean it, Trish wants a new burner, even though it'd make more sense just to move the old oven from the basement upstairs -- she's hysterically opposed to that idea. She says we have the buckadingdongs in the bank, we should spend them -- spend, spend, spend; I'm getting sick of it -- so why don't we just get a new "burner part"? OK, let's see how the plumber bill works out. No, we need a new burner part; why can't we buy a new burner part? Well, for one thing, she doesn't realize the price of groceries, & we only got 10 buckadingdongs worth of food stamps this month.
Also (sprach Zarathustra), I learned from wako last night that Bonnie's mom passed away the night before last. Keith's father is also in the ICU. I hope he enjoys the CDs I burned for him. They may be one of the few things to brighten up his holiday. Did you ever see the faces of the children, they get so excited..?
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