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Baptiste and Mercy

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I’ll Be Your Daddy

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January 4, 2022

I hinted at this on Facebook the other day, but I will now be a cat dad to two four-month old kittens Baptiste and Mercy. Baptiste is the one in front and the bigger people-pleaser of the two while Mercy is the shy one. I did get to play with Baptiste the other day and tired him out with cat toys. Mercy decided she was going to hide behind the washing machine, so I didn’t get to meet her. But damn if I didn’t fell in love with Baptiste.

I went through Kitten Rescue Los Angeles to get them and was looking for a pair to adopt so they can keep each other company if I go out. After meeting them Sunday and doing a house inspection via Zoom today, I’ll be bringing them home on Friday!

The good thing is they have been spayed/neutered, are microchipped and have their shots/vaccinations. The only thing I have to do is decide whether to change their names. I’ll probably keep Baptiste’s name, but I’ll probably change Mercy’s name. Old Roomie Rey will know why I’m taken by them since they bear a striking resemblance to Kiko:

Downtown Whitefish

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2021: In Limbo?

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January 3, 2022

Thanks to staffing woes at the Billings airport on Friday, it took an hour for the luggage to get loaded onto the plane. Add the extra time for de-icing, it completely messed with my travel day. It was supposed to be BIL-MSP-LAX where I landed in LA by 5:30. Instead it was BIL-MSP-DTW-LAX where I landed in LA at 12:15 a.m. 1/1. Fortunately Delta took care of all of the rebookings by the time I landed in Minneapolis, so there were no headaches there fortunately. I mean, I did have my feet on the ground in all the time zones in the continental US, so I guess that is something. Anyhow, let’s just say I’m tired and don’t really have the desire to think too hard about the year that was.

+ Despite not traveling internationally, I did go to: Montana twice (January and just this past week); Baton Rouge/New Orleans; Minnesota/Wisconsin/Michigan; California Central Coast; Death Valley.

– After being teased about being able to move out of state thanks to being permanently working from home, was told that a hybrid working model was desired. So after thinking about moving to Wyoming or Montana has now been killed.

+ Went on a slutty rampage. Well, slutty for me since I never was all that slutty to begin with (despite my intentions.)

+ Kept improving my finances. This all goes to the realization that I probably won’t die any time soon, so now I guess all of the adulting shit I have needed to do I must do now. As much as I loathe the system, it doesn’t look like it’s going to be dismantled any time soon. So here’s me trying to play the game.

I guess all in all it wasn’t a bad year for me.

Although I am trying to play things off as cool and detached and say that I’m merely hoping that 2022 will maybe be a better year, I am actually looking forward to this year. We’ll see what happens.

Mrs. Dalloway

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Mrs. Dalloway Is a Stuck Up Bitch

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November 29, 2021

Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf? Virginia Woolf? Virginia Woolf?

I don’t know where I first got the impression that Virginia Woolf was a difficult author. Perhaps it was Edward Albee’s fault? Bastard. (But a fucking good play!) So this weekend while I was reading Mrs. Dalloway I couldn’t help but hearing this refrain in my head on repeat.

To be honest I should have read this book and other Virginia Woolf novels decades ago. I took a Modernism class at UCSB, and this novel as well as To the Lighthouse and A Room of One’s Own were on the syllabus. I didn’t get to any of them because my attendance in my classes during my college years was sporadic at best. I’m not going to dwell on the reasons for this since I don’t know what they are. I could guess what they are, but I’d rather not. Too much self-reflection that just might put me over the edge.

Mrs. Dalloway is a shortie, under 200 pages and about several people in London on a warm June day in 1923 (or thereabouts.) There is Clarissa Dalloway getting ready to throw a party. There is Septimus Warren Smith and his wife Rezia dealing with his “shellshock” after the War. There is Peter Walsh who goes here and there and everywhere and had just come back from India. There is Elizabeth Dalloway who hates her mom’s parties and all it entails. There is Hugh Whitbread who is an unbearable pompous cunt.

All of this unfolds in a stream of conscious narrative that really reminds me of James Joyce’s Ulysses but less obtuse. It’s not to say this is a fast read, but I did not sit there looking at the words and retrace the pages to figure out what the fuck is going on.

I think it’s good that I waited until now to read this. I’m a decade younger than Clarissa and Peter, so I understand their anxiety about time and aging. The words hit like a knife, “Still, life had a way of adding day to day.” “As a cloud crosses the sun, silence falls on London; and falls on the mind. Effort ceases. Time flaps on the mast. There we stop; there we stand. Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.” Ten years ago, I would probably have no patience for 50-year olds bemoaning the passage of time. But here I am wondering where it’s gone.

Nonetheless Clarissa is really a stuck up bitch. All those years ago she spurned the passion she had for Peter and opted for comfort and stability in Richard Dalloway. And of course she couldn’t follow through on her love for Sally Seton, what ever would the Victorians think? After the losses of the War and the loss of her youth, all she has are these upper crust parties she throws and her bitchiness towards those in a lower class than her.

I will need to reread this a few more times. There are tons of things I missed. But I’m glad over 20 years later to have finally read this.

Badwater Basin

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How Low Can I Go

jimmy

November 1, 2021

Pretty low, evidently.

The last post came because I had a sudden hankering to go to Death Valley. I realized I had never been there before, and even though it’s not like I’ll never get the chance to do once I move, it’s probably easier to make a spontaneous trip from here in LA. So I went. I figured out a route, woke up at 6 am on Saturday and went on my merry way.

Being the time of year with the mild weather, it was hard to find the solitude I wanted for some reflection time. To be honest, I did want to see the famous places like Furnace Creek, Badwater Basin and the Artist’s Palette, so I can’t exactly be disappointed.

Death Valley is astounding, a setting filled with juxtapositions that show not only the harshness of life but how adaptable it is. A place so low is right next to the highest point in the lower 48 in Mt. Whitney. A place that currently is so harsh and bleak used to be a sea bed filled with some of the oldest rocks at least 1.7 billion years old.

Shit is tough and we just have to deal. Eventually shit changes. I know, deep. Just call me Plato.

Road to Nowhere.
The road to nowhere. Heading into Death Valley through an ancient lava bed.
A lonely Joshua Tree.
Going deeper into the desert. Passing through the Mesquite Sand Dunes to head past the hills to get to Badwater Basin.
The lowest point in North America. It was a pleasant 89F/32C on this day.
Artist’s Palette. Pretty.

Naturally I did listen to Sonic Youth’s Bad Moon Rising which contains “Death Valley 69” which features Lydia Lunch. Going down. Sadie I love it. Now now now! Death Valley 69!

Elephant Seal Beach

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Out and About

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October 28, 2021

I’m acting like my time here in California is coming to an end. Even though I haven’t finalized anything, I guess it is ending even though part of me is still in denial. I’m trying to take some day trips to places around here I have yet to visit.

Looking through my camera roll, and I realized I didn’t share many pictures from my trip up the California coast. Madd and I rented a Mustang convertible spent two days in Cambria and two in Monterey.

Jellyfishes
Jellyfishes at the Monterey Aquarium!
Dali sculpture in front of a Dali mural in the Dali museum in Monterey.
Dali mural in the Dali museum in Monterey.

I’m going to miss California. Actually does anyone want to marry me and buy me a house here in LA so that I don’t have to move away? Don’t worry. I put out.

Office

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Farewell Office

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October 27, 2021

I had to go into the office today to print some checks for several government agencies who for some reason don’t accept electronic payments. No, they don’t want their money right away. They’d rather wait for a check to get to them then wait for it to clear the bank. Stupidity, really.

Anyhow, this is the first time I’ve been in the office since March 12, 2020 — 594 days. It was strange to see the place empty. When they did the deep COVID cleanse last April, they had people come in to put all of our effects in boxes and getting rid of our food items in our desks (and trust me, we have some fucking hoarders.) So empty desks, boxes everywhere, unplugged monitors. It was surreal.

I’m happy the packers did a good job because I was going to bring home my personal items since I don’t see myself coming back into the office. Since I don’t think we’re going back into the office before January and that is when I will be moved over to Disney, it’s as good of a time as any. I left some items as you see in the photo. I left my old pink Christmas tree. I left my adding machine since I bought the same one for use at home. The most important thing in the box: 1.75L bottle of Bombay Sapphire gin. That shit doesn’t go bad, right?

By the way, fuck traffic. Sure I went early in the afternoon and it wasn’t the normal rush hour level, but still. Fuck traffic.

Eating

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I Can’t Quit You Facebook

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October 26, 2021

How does one leave Facebook? If there was an easy way to keep in touch with friends, I could be done with Facebook in a heartbeat. But how?

A lot of my friends have kids and just don’t have the free time in their lives to independently curate their own way of keeping up with old friends. It’s what makes Facebook very effective and convenient. Not everyone has the time to keep up with emails, text messages, snail mail letters.

I’m at a loss. I guess if anyone wants an easy way to read these blog posts, one can enter their email address at the very bottom of the page to subscribe via email to get these posts sent one’s email inbox. Don’t worry. The emails are secure at no point am I going to sell your email addresses. I mean after having an online presence for over 20 years, do you really think I’m going to decide now to monetize this thing?

I guess this is what happens when we decide to become beholden to evil empires to allow us to communicate with one another. Hmph.

Sing the River

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I Needed That

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October 21, 2021

I was on my back, legs up, just a sweaty mess. R started sucking on my jock which by then was completely soaked through with my precum. He ripped it off and put my dick his mouth while torturing my tits. After an hour of pleasure and pain, I let go and came like a fucking volcano eruption.

I was messaging with R for a while on different apps dating back to the Pedro days. He seemed nice and perverted, just what I liked, but I wasn’t in the space to meet anyone at that time. I just wanted to be alone. Why I was on apps? I don’t know. Just to see what was out there? But I never really engaged with anyone. Maybe some flirting back and forth, but nothing would go beyond that.

Right before the pandemic we picked back up texting back and forth assured that once this stupidity was over we would meet up. Obviously that didn’t happen.

A year later after the vaccinations this spring, we started texting again and met up.

After not having done this for a while, I was a nervous wreck about going to meet R. My biggest fear is showing up and being rejected right there. Driving over to his place I had to keep telling myself that he’s seen my nudes and still wanted to hook up. But then again the fickleness of dudes…

I entered his place, and all of my apprehensions melted when we kissed. I really missed tasting a guy’s tongue. I missed the warmth of their naked skin meeting mine taking my breath away. I missed the pain of a guy’s teeth biting down on my nipples making me flinch and squeal, tears starting to well up in my eyes.

It was extraordinary that first 15 minutes as we learned each other’s bodies. Soon enough I found myself on my knees, my ass being eaten out exquisitely. Then he started fingering me, probing deep inside me. I moaned each time he met my prostate.

The intention was to fist me. Certainly after all of this time being celebate I knew that wasn’t going to happen, but it’s all about the journey. And R wasn’t going to fuck me because his cock was locked in a chastity cage — he was looking more to see me give in to the pleasure.

R got four fingers in me but couldn’t quite get his thumb in. That was okay. And that’s when he turned me over and finished me off.

I really needed that.

Traffic

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Even Further Clarification

jimmy

October 20, 2021

Yesterday I clarified that the only reason I am leaving Los Angeles is the cost of houses. I was wrong. I’m also leaving because of the fucking traffic.

I had to go down to San Pedro to see my doctor, and it took me an hour. I wanted to mainline fucking heroin while sitting through that. This is also why Baton Rouge is falling out of favor with me. I can’t stand it anymore.

My health is good by the way. Sure I’m fat, but I’m healthy. So fuck me. Oh, and I got the flu shot, so I’m just waiting for the reaction to that. My arm is already sore, so there is that.

Atchafalaya Swamp

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No Complaints, Really

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October 19, 2021

Yesterday’s post wasn’t meant to be complaining about LA and trying to justify moving away. To the contrary, I love LA. A lot. Even with acts of violence and weird noises that awaken me at 4 am, if I wanted peace and quiet I wouldn’t have chosen to live in Downtown LA. There is only one simple reason I’m leaving here: house prices. If I could afford a house for $300k, I’d stay. But that doesn’t exist, so I need to go elsewhere to find it.

Which brings me to where I’m going to live. I still don’t know. I visited Louisiana late last month and left there ambivalent. While the houses were certainly affordable, the thought of dealing with humidity, storm damage and flooding isn’t really my cup of tea.

I started to relook at Montana, and saw that Billings is still a bit affordable and does have a bit of the beauty as Western Montana. It’s not Western Montana, of course, but there is a little bit of it to experience there. But even that housing market is starting to get ridiculous. So maybe it’s Wyoming? Wyoming is nice because there is less people, the houses are very affordable, the sales tax is low in the state and there is no state income tax. That is something to look at.

So I’m going to be headed to Billings and Wyoming come Christmas time. Let’s just hope there are no winter storms so I’m not rolling all over the interstates. I’m going to see if I can handle the winter and scope out places to live.

The plan is to pick a place soon since my lease is up on this apartment in February. I’ll rent an apartment out there for a year while house shopping seriously. So the sooner I’m not paying $2300 a month and instead paying $800 a month on shelter will help things a lot. Shit is getting real.

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