Jun

09

Posted by : Patrick | On : June 9, 2014

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So I have a new apartment, yay!

I’ve been slowly working on putting it all together, and it’s getting closer every day – I still have a lot of stuff to sort and organize and figure out, but there are places to sit, and eat and everything is kind of here now, so that part is done. The “living alone for the first time” thing is off too a pretty good start.

Other than finding out the elevator will be going down for a month in less than a month. Living on the 6th floor and having issues with fatigue could make that an unpleasant experience… but at least it’ll get me into better condition I suppose. Have to minimize the number of heavy loads over that month.

May

24

Posted by : Patrick | On : May 24, 2014

So 3freaks.net will be experiencing an outage later this coming week – taking the server down to move it to a new location.

it’s going in a whizzy new apartment, which will in fact be the first time I’ve ever had my very own apartment/hosting venue… seems odd, I’ve wanted to live on my own for ages, but I’ve always had roommates, or a girlfriend living with me. As of next Saturday, nope, just me, all by my lonesome. I’m pretty excited!

Also, starting a new job on Wednesday, so there’s that. I guess I’ll only 1/2 be alone, since this little one will be moving with me as well

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Apr

20

Posted by : Patrick | On : April 20, 2014

So we’ve been here since Tuesday night, and it’s true that this is the city that never sleeps… kind of

While many of the local businesses and dining establishments are open 24 hours, it’s really a pretty small subset of what’s here.

I have to admit, the city is beautiful, and getting off the strip, there are lots of gems and deals to be found – the Vegas Premium Outlets are an excellent source of cheap and awesome goods – I picked up 3 pairs of shoes from the DC outlet for less than they sell 1 pair on their website or retail in Canada. (Only 2 were for myself)

Had a burger at BurGR in the Planet Hollywood Casino (the Gordon Ramsay burger joint) and one of those milkshake/pudding fusion drinks they sell, and it was one of the tastiest burgers I’ve ever eaten. The shake was delicious and kind of terrifying. Still throws me for a loop when they ask how I’d like a burger cooked, since in Canada, burgers are simply cooked well done, end of story. E-coli and all that noise.

We also went for a meal at The Peppermill (restaurant near the start of the strip) – it’s about as kitsch as kitsch comes, with neon decor, fake trees, and menu items bigger than your freaking head (no, seriously). The table beside us ordered 2 ice cream sundaes. When the first arrived someone exclaimed “holy shit!” rather loudly. They promptly cancelled the second – the first was easily big enough for all 7 of them. Pretty sure the 1 sundae had an entire gallon bucket of Neapolitan ice cream under all the whipped cream and fruit. In fact, they didn’t finish it. A breakfast at our table had a stack of 3 pancakes that were easily 1 foot wide and pretty thick as well.

I rather enjoyed seeing Motorhead and Megadeth play live at The Palms (also where we’re staying), quite the blast from the past – both bands lived up to their superstar billing, and I heard some songs that I forgot I knew, rocked out, and was crazy sore the following morning. Not sure if it was the concert, or walking about 5 miles before the concert, but getting out of bed was a chore the next morning.

Last night we headed down to downtown Las Vegas, and it was pretty cool to see the older hotels, Fremont street with the live performers and gaudy casinos, and the crowds that reminded me of the Calgary Stampede – except in a place that’s open year round. I’m sure it’s a little less crazy on a regular weeknight, but it was crazy regardless. An outdoor mall with a roof? That lights up? with fish? cool.

As someone who doesn’t drink or gamble, I was skeptical as to how much fun I’d have in this city, but after the past few days, I have to give Las Vegas a hearty two thumbs up – there really is something here for everyone. I’ll definitely be back at the next available opportunity, there’s so much to see and do, and only so much energy to spread around. Plus it’s almost invariably sunny and hot during the day, with cooler, but comfortably warm evenings – walking around in a t-shirt and shorts is rarely going to leave you feeling chilled, although sunscreen is probably a good idea if you spend much time outside during the day (hot. damned hot. it IS the desert after all). If you’re on the strip air-conditioned shelter is never far away thankfully.

Apr

08

Posted by : Patrick | On : April 8, 2014

This is the introduction for the book I started writing last year – I have several chapters complete, and hopefully I’ll finish the entire book this year.

It’s a Fantasy novel, and the premise is, well… to put it simply, we are so dependent on technology and connectivity that it pushes us apart. What would happen if you took someone connected that way, and removed all technology, and went back to basics. Throw in some pixies and some magic, and see where it all goes.

Anyways, the prologue:

It all began one morning, about thirty or so minutes after the alarm went off. I say or so because there was a whole lot of grogginess and unsure reaction to things that may or may not have been dreams mixed among things that perhaps were, and perhaps were not real. The alarm was set for six thirty in the morning, which is far too early for anyone with any kind of reason or wit to be waking up, unless you’re just that sort of person. Apparently that sort of person does indeed exist, somewhere in the world, however, David was NOT that sort of person. In fact, in his perfect world, there was no such thing as a bed time or an alarm clock, there was simply living life, getting tired, resting, and when the mood struck, living life again. Putting it on a schedule was something akin to punching oneself in the face repeatedly while wearing a spikey fisted glove. Not a natural way of doing things at all.

As with all mornings, David was annoyed with the alarm, drifted in and out of sleep, and finally, when the frustration of needing to be somewhere while also needing to NOT go anywhere finally drove the last bit of patience out of him, he sprung out of bed.

And promptly dropped back in. The raised bed with a ladder, and the amazing little workspace beneath it seemed like such a wonderful idea in the shop, but the dents and missing stucco in the ceiling led him to reconsider the value of such an arrangement. Yes, he had more space for work, play and anything else that might strike him as the thing to do right now, he also had a very sore head, and a ceiling in dire need of repair. He was not particularly handy when it came to fixing up the home, much like waking up was not his forte, so as it turns out this may have been one of those ideas that was of the “poor choice” variety.

He was awake. And still in bed. With a throbbing head.

Fuck.

Shit.

He wondered what that little redhead he’d been flirting with at the market the last few weeks would think if she saw his room. Would she be as impressed as he was with the very functional space?

Or rather… as impressed as he HAD been, until he’d tried to use it?

Enough about the bed, and the wonderful little space under the bed (I realize we didn’t describe it in detail, but really, it is not particularly exciting. A computer desk, another desk with a printer, a chair, and four rather exquisite monitors connected to a very fast computer). It’s really not relevant because he didn’t bump his head on the computers, or the monitors, or the printer or the desks. He bumped his head on the ceiling, which was a product of the raised bed being a mere two feet from the ceiling, which is roughly a foot short of being as tall as he was sitting. He also had to duck a little when he went in to the work space, but as he was usually awake and coherent at those times, it was still not nearly relevant.

David was not a small guy, tall (just over six foot) and lanky, and the small space was not ideal. His curly chestnut hair was mussed and maniacal from the repeated contact with the ceiling, the red marks on his forehead contrasting with his dark, charcoal eyes. If he hadn’t been in such ruins, he would have been a rather handsome fellow.

Sleeping, or half sleeping as the case may be, people tend to need a little extra as far as precautions. Should have thought of that sooner, I expect.

Maybe she’d take one look at the room, blurt something about idiot nerds, and run screaming. That would be a shame. Might be better to get to know her a lot better before introducing her to the cave of awesome, so it wouldn’t become the dank cavern of no one but him, ever.

So David. The guy with the very sore head, and the very high bed. He did in fact, get high every night at some point, and not once from drugs. He used a ladder. He was not the least bit certain whether this was something that would score him points with the ladies, or force him in to a long life of oblivious loneliness. He also fully expected that he would have a long life. That is quite honestly never a safe thing to assume, but he was oblivious to this particular oversight. Not surprising, given he was young, human, and slightly devoid of reason when it came to such things, as are most young men of his age and persuasion.

David looked at his overflowing laundry basket and suddenly his headache was vastly, infinitely, majorly, overwhelmingly awful, almost terminal… not quite terminal mind you, as David, in the vein of most young men, was clearly, obviously and completely (without a doubt) not capable of death (assuming again, silly, right?). He wondered if he had any clean clothing to put on before he left for work in OH FUCK.

He was supposed to be out the door fifteen minutes ago, and in fact, at work about five minutes ago. And he was starving. Starving might be bad, since his head was giving him the all clear to empty his stomach at any moment, and given it was empty, and he was starving, this would be unpleasant to say the least. He was beginning to hate the bed, although the hate was rather muted by the pain in his head. It is pretty amazing how the cause of pain can be pushed back by the fact of the pain, to the point where you blame the pain more than what actually caused it to come in to being. Besides, what if the pain was actually caused by something else, and simply made worse by the ceiling, which was far too close to the bed. By choice. Fuck.

So, food out, no clean clothing… laundry is too damned expensive it would seem, despite requiring nothing but time, which David seemed to think he had an endless supply of at every time, except the one where he was late for work with nothing clean to wear. Thankfully the pain in his head (no, he was not thanking it, it just helped him deal with situation by making him oblivious to it) made thinking seem like a poor choice, and his just grabbed the first things he found on the floor, and ran for the door. It wasn’t until he was half way to the bus stop that he realized three things.

He was wearing a tee shirt that had a band logo, and some rather foul language printed on the back.

He was also wearing pants with no belt and no wallet in them.

His keys were in the pocket of the same pants that held his wallet.

If he managed to get on the bus with no money, unlikely as his throbbing head had apparently removed his last wit, and relegated him to the mental state of a zombie, he’d get to work, where he was expected to serve customers, looking every bit like that very same zombie. And a shirt that said something along the lines of “Everyone I see is fucking stupid, punch me in the face you ninny bitch, let us party”. Odds of getting sent home were stellar, odds of still having a job tomorrow, not so much. The obvious choice (from the moment he woke up with a smashing headache) would have been to call in sick, sleep off the headache on the couch, and do the laundry. Now, he was almost to the bus stop, without his keys, wallet or, oddly a phone. With any luck, one of his neighbours would be kind enough to let him back in to the apartment building. He hoped.

He probably should have turned back, found a way in, and called work, but in his current state, plan b. Walk in, and explain to the boss that he was immensely ill, and could not work today. This seemed like the perfect plan.

About an hour late, since with no wallet and no wits, he would have to walk half an hour to get to work anyways. Clearly actually working would not be a feasible choice, since wits were entirely something he needed to fulfil his duties, and he had not enough of those to get himself dressed and make sure he had everything he would need in his possession before leaving.

As awful as this all sounds, everything to this point was made entirely worse, and possibly awesome, by the fact that at the end of his long, painful, completely horrible, painful walk, he saw the closed sign on the door at work. It was Sunday. He’d heard his phone ring, thought it was his alarm clock (fancy computer alarm that, sadly, had the same tone as his phone), and in his dazed state not realized that being Sunday, it was still the weekend, and he had the day off.

Did I mention fuck?

So, not fired, but a 30 minute walk from home, with a splitting headache, no phone, no wallet and…

Yeah, and then he heard the BANG! Or was it a BOOM! Regardless of which it was, it was loud, and there was the sound of glass shattering and metal creaking with that odd complaint you hear when metal bends the way it isn’t supposed to. Kind of like it’s crying out for help, but because it’s a strong, valiant thing, the whole disbelief and dismay of the noise makes it all the more painful sounding. He looked over, and saw the bus he should have been taking to work (if it’d been the right day, assuming he was still running late, and had his bus pass and all the miscellaneous things that he should have been carrying on his person when he left home) Embedded in the side of a building.

If everything was just as it should be, the bus might have been embedded in the shop he was headed to, but sadly, it was embedded in a different structure – the bank across the street. That struck him as odd, but in his current state it hadn’t occurred to him that it might be something a little more malicious than that. It’s much harder to imagine malice being something other than the sledgehammer in your head when such a thing is taking place. David just wanted some morphine or Advil or… he didn’t fucking know, he just wanted the headache to be gone.

He looked down and realized there was some money there – not a little bit, but quite a lot actually. He grabbed a fiver for the bus from the ground, and wandered off, unconsciously tugging his pants to keep them from falling down, to find his way home, to sleep off this headache and figure out where the blinking hell he’d gone wrong this morning.

Apr

07

Posted by : Patrick | On : April 7, 2014

Brand spanking new WordPress install, just want to test some stuff out

contemplating deleting the entire blog history for a fresh start… reading some of the older entries makes me cringe.

I’d like to refocus this on a few things

Entertainment – things I enjoy, despise or heartily loathe coming out as far as TV, Movies, Music – possibly reviews, mostly random thoughts.

Writing – progress of my book (which is a few chapters in at the moment, and getting some decent feedback)

Dealing with Multiple Sclerosis, and recalling the effects it’s had on my life prior to diagnosis

My (adorable) pug Kaia

My love/hate relationship with Electronic Cigarettes (much better than smoking)

Remembering to write on a regular basis. I suck at this.

And hoping self hosting my blog doesn’t blow up in my face. As long as I don’t overdo it, it should be fine. Wish me luck!