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    Today is the two-year anniversary of the MinoBot Move. Two years ago today, we packed up our 5-year-old and 2-year-old, two duffel bags, 4 backpacks, and a suitcase with our stuff and boarded a plane from Honolulu to Hilo. We were officially homeless for 7 weeks - first camping out of the back of the Mazda Tribute we bought at the airport (via craigslist), then when that truck suddenly and with great finality DIED we stayed in hotels for a couple nights while finding a replacement vehicle, and then camping out of our right-side-drive Saturn hatchback. When that car decided to be finicky about running we put out a distress signal on a local homeschooling Facebook group and were rescued by two families - one let us stay in their home for 3 days and the other fixed our car. The mechanic's family offered to let us stay with them so we lived in the front room of their home (two adults, 3 teenagers, 2 kids, a baby, 5 cats, a dog, + us). We found a place to live after 3 weeks of that and then we spent a solid month getting the "new" place clean (I have photos that look like they are stills from the show "Hoarders"...) and liveable enough to call it home. Oh, and TM finished Neofeud and released it during this time as well. O.O Two years later I can say I have no regrets at all. Honolulu was slowly draining the life from us - it wasn't living, just existing. With all it's hardships and uncertainty, I'd pick life on the east side of the Big Island, with our seven cats and happy kids, every time.
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    WWhy is my cat so cute?
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    We have warm weather again! Coming up to our two-year "Get Off Oahu" anniversary (March 7) and immediately following that is the smaller Minobot's 5th birthday. He wants Spider-Man everything so I'm figuring that out, it'll be a good time. Chocolate cake & the beach, and a surprise home viewing of that new Spider-Man movie will be the perfect cherry on top to his day I think. And then later in March is the two-year release anniversary for Neofeud! Guess I'll be dusting off the ol' vocal chords for a sequel soon
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    They spelled Volkswagen wrong. Did they gather all those cars in a parking lot around here? all the white vehicles (less heat gain in sunny weather) can be dizzying sometimes.
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    I had Rhesus Chart (Laundry 5) sitting at top of a pile, so figured it was last one I read. So I contrived to get book 6, 7 and 8 for Christmas. In January I read The Annihilation Score, or, as it turned out, re-read. Searching through archives here I confirmed I had already read it, so I was a little frustrated. But at least one of the advantages of reading so much is that you don't remember the fine details... Though when I got to the incident that pissed me off 1st time round I did remember. But yeah, I imagine reading book 9 if you've not read previous could be tricky - book 6 certainly had plenty of references to previous books including how some of them ended! Otherwise... Hidden Hope - Laura Amrbose - I previously read the prequel short that she gave away to her mailing list, but this is the first for sale self-published romance novella by Laura Lam under the name Laura Ambrose. Not necessarily my normal cup of tea, though I do have wide tastes and am willing to explore. In the prequel two online writing buddies meet IRL, this is set a few years later when what looked like it could be a wonderful relationship self-destructed horribly. One of the women is a SFF writer, has had a book deal, but sales aren't necessarily going well. She has saved up her money to go to London for the big con (worldcon by a different name? perhaps). There she is meeting online friends for the first time and looks like things could be great. But there is a stir surrounding the big new name, the author who sold their debut novel at auction, the mysterious person everyone is talking about... Of course when it turns out to be her ex-friend, who hated fantasy, who she introduced to fantasy, who she hasn't talked to in years it looks like things are going to get messy! Decent fun read, familiar environments of SFF writing, cons, writing, etc. The Lost Witch - Melvin Burgess - Like "We Get The Monsters We Deserve" this was a fairly spontaneous buy at the EIBF. Another YAish book. I had quite mixed feelings about this book, much of which came down to pacing. The book is in three parts, and the weighting felt problematic. The book starts with Bea, a teenage girl, during the summer holidays. The family have been away on a rain soaked British holiday, but on their way back something really weird happens. As she discovers skateboarding she forgets all about it, and concentrates on learning new skills and not being interested in the older boy who triggers the interest, honest. But the weird doesn't forget her, and gradually it is revealed she is a witch, and there is a war on between The Hunt and The Witches. Part 1 feels all idyllic, long summer days, odd things happening, with an increasing quandary to solve. Then it all kicks off and part 2 is ugly, it also is spread across a couple of years - I'm not sure to what extent the reader is supposed to buy into this part, it felt off to me the entire time, so the reveal wasn't a reveal. From there, there is the reveal, things are all thrown off again, and part 3 is all resolved in a couple of days, and I sort of thought too easily, after part 2 became a trudge. Decent and interesting in ways, but it lost me at times, and I definitely took a break to read the Stross before coming back to finish it. The Ruin of Angels - Max Gladstone - I feel there is an essay/paper to be written about Gladstone's paradigm shift in fantasy vs the gentrification of the new weird. I have a 1000 words written exploring some of my thoughts, but not sure anyone actually wants to read that. Anyway, after the completion of his numerically titled but published out of sequence, 5 book craft series, he returns to the world with this novel, set after those books. In someways I might suggest this was an epilogue - finally we visit the squid city referenced throughout the other books. The world is mostly run by crafts people, those who have harnessed the magic of gods and transformed the world, with the odd hold out where a god or two still holds on. In this city the god wars started, and the ghost of that city remains, the instigators taking eternity to die. But it is held in place City & the City'd into place by the servants of the squid god, all elder god disciple tentacle shit. Kai from Full Fathom Five arrives in the city to catch up with her sister. Things don't go to plan and Izza from the same book, originally from this city follows her. In meantime Kai meets Tara, the lead from Three Parts Dead and Four Cross Roads. The book combines the idea of ghost cities, and diving into the unseen city to retrieve artifacts, with the environmental themes of the previous books and how magic might crack the world open, devour all resources and kill everyone. Maybe. To that end there is an Elon Muskesque character building a space ship to launch and see what alternatives they have. Like all of the craft novels there is a lot of weird, interesting, magic stuff here. He mixes in contemporary stuff that makes it atypical and odder, like students playing pool, dungeons and dragons, reading comics, going to drum and bass nights. On other hand, when he essentially describes an industrial estate and uses the words "car park" I was thrown out, same as when two characters went for frozen yoghurt and had graham crackers (a pure Americanism as far as I am concerned). I don't know whether it was my reading that changed as the series went on, but I suspect it was Gladstone's world building - for all the rebels and artists, occupy movements and free runners, his main characters are essentially bankers and lawyers. Sure trading in god worship and into necromantic god accounts, but bankers and lawyers all the same. There is literally a scene in this novel where the banker sits through a power point presentation - yawn! There is also too much back fill/this is what I didn't get to in the last 5 books - culminating in a scene where two groups are chasing across a dead world, explaining the fucking plot to each other. A trudge! I took a break. I think essentially I like these books, they are bold, they change the benchmark for a genre, but damn, they could have been tighter, better, gone more for the weird and less for the suit and tie. Angelmaker/Edie Investigates - Nick Harkaway - the break I took was to re-read this. Still good fun. but darker than I remembered, more torture and serial killers, and feeling kinda bleak against current UK world. The City In The Middle Of The Night - Charlie Jane Anders - When we talked with Charlie in Helsinki she talked about her 2nd novel was going to be quite different from her 1st, and she wasn't joking. This is a weird science fiction novel, and I'll say up front: I loved it. The narrative follows two voices, initially we have Sophie, a student from the poor part of town, who has realised if she studies hard she'll not have to marry and have children. She doesn't fit in, but she steps up to protect a friend, with disastrous consequences. The city is rigid, everyone works at same time, sleeps at same time, and outside the city is death. With the set up I was initially reminded of Karin Tidbeck's Amatka, both have that uncomfortable character, in a rigid colony, where if they don't conform and fit in things will go wrong. They both have an unsettling uncertainty, that only becomes clear as you read on. We then switch to the 2nd character, Mouth, a nomad, who travels between the cities, and here we get another view of this strange city, but also that there are other cities. The narrative switches back and forth between the two characters, the catastrophe that faces this fading colony world reflected in the personal and the cruel world around them. To add to the strangeness, and that Amatka feeling, we have things that are crocodiles and buffalo, but are actually local alien and monstrous. Not easy to explain without perhaps giving away too much, but as I say, I enjoyed this a lot, really a lot. The Clown Service - Guy Adams - this was a pretty easy read, not mind blowing, but reasonably enjoyable, would read more. Toby has fucked up his career in the UK secret service, PTSD from the middle east and a fucked up mission. So he is re-assigned, as his ex-boss jokes "if we are the circus, you're being moved to the clown service." The Clown Service is a hold over, a relic, down to one active agent, and now Toby. Coming up during WWII an occult service to rival that of Germany and Russia, but not entirely believed in or relevant. Until now, of course, an enemy agent releases something uncanny, things turn to shit quickly, and only Toby can save the world! Less Rivers of London, and perhaps more Caballistics Inc or Absalom. Tentacle - Rita Indiana - This is a short book from And Other Stories, small UK publisher, tends to a lot of translated novellas, though not exclusively, a lot of their work is interesting. This certainly has an eye catching cover, and the descriptions sounded particularly promising. To a degree, I was reminded of Black Wave by Michelle Tea, also from And Other Stories, with the sense of (post-)apocalypse/die-out and gender politics. Acilde lives in post-apocalyptic Santo Domingo - earthquake, Venezuelan chemical release, oceanic catastrophe - they work as a maid to a shaman/priestess, having been promoted from sucking cock in the street. Acilde has a woman's body, but thanks to new technology it looks like they can easily get the male body they have dreamed of. Things then get weird, becoming a man, Acilde is transformed, is hailed as the shaman's chosen one, and travels in time. Or... something. We then have mix narrative, a failed art student pre-collapse is given an opportunity to make something of himself, but something weird happens, and pirates, and fuck up. And switch back and forth, and slowly a picture forms. Unfortunately I think this novella is too short, if it had been longer the idea might have been explored better, and wouldn't have relied as much on an unearned twist. It started off well, had a lot of promise, wasn't sure about the character shifts, and was disappointed by the end. Her Body & Other Parties - Carmen Maria Machado - I'd been meaning to pick this up for ages, had heard good stuff about this short story collection. She was at the Edinburgh Book Festival in August last year, couldn't make that, but thinking that there might be signed copies at least floating about afterwards I picked it up (unsigned as it turned out) at the festival. Finally got round to reading it, and these stories are really good. Maybe a couple a wee bit fuzzy, but that can also be an affect of reading too many stories by one writer so close together. Hard to explain what she is doing, on some level the stories could be straightforward - women (as lead in every case) meet men, and women, have sex, go through traumas, etc, but then other elements sneak in, like the role of women in urban legend and all the things that can go wrong, ghost stories, ends of the world. In a way I wasn't surprised to find a thanks to Kelly Link, and some other familiar names, in the acknowledgements, because while it is getting mainstream acclaim and shelved in mainstream shelves, there is something of Link's chemistry in the writing. The story Especially Heinous in particular made me think a lot about narrative and challenging the regular story form, told as it is as an episodic summary of a long time TV police procedural. The way it builds and gets really weird and dark and just brings you into the story arc is really fascinating - I loved that one, and a good number of the others. Luna - New Moon - Ian McDonald - first of a trilogy by Ian McDonald, with the third just published this week. Had this on my kindle for a while and been meaning to catch up, but with him at Glasgow's AyeWrite festival on Sunday I thought it was a good opportunity to give myself some context for that talk. Was pleased to also get chance to have dinner with Ian and Richard Morgan after the talk, thanks to mutual friends. The moon has been colonized in a way where everything is corporate, particularly run by five families, and every breath, sip, and element of data is paid for, or you die. For the most part this is the story of the Cortas, the last of the five "dragons", the upstart, self-made Brazilians and their feud with the Australian ground breaking McKenzie's the oldest of the dragons. Like most of Ian's work there are multiple characters, and through them all we see various layers of the society, the sex, the mysticism, the history, the ambition, the risk. I enjoyed this, and while I normally leave gaps between volumes of a series, it is tempting to jump onto book 2 asap.
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    Fans of progressive rock might want to make sure that they reserve a copy of issue 98 of "Prog" magazine, out on May 3rd. For, like, reasons.
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    Switched over to a Lexus hybrid this week. 60 mpg, up from the 44 mpg I was getting with the last car. All the bells and whistles. And because it's a 2015 model, road tax is £0.00.
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    THat's kinda a good deal, comparatively. I just paid off my student loan. From 1995.
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    I'm actually doing okay right now. IDK. My dad gets a scan today to see if the chemo has been effective. Later, may be more than okay (or less than okay) depending on what that reveals. But, anyway, I got started on a coding bootcamp to (re)boot my dev career. "Lambda School". Online thing. They take a portion of your income (*if* you make $50K+ / year) for a few years. So, it's basically like the biz model of these temp staffing agencies I've been working for for the past few years, except you also get the schooling, the professional networking of other students, and it aims for a better job than the crap sorta jobs I've been working as a temp. Damn, I sound like a shill. But, FWIW, I really am just very satisfied with the experience thus far (about a month in),
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    Rayburn Office Building (US Congress Representatives) Hart Office Building (US Congress Senators)
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    I'd been working the Pine St. West door for about four hours, and I had to pee. By the time I arranged coverage for a spot of relief, I was dancing in place when they got there. I skipped down the stairs to the Metro level, and danced my way to the men's room. After taking care of business and zipping up, I was washing my hands and looking in the mirror, which reflects the toilet stalls. Through the crack in the stall door I noticed a flash of orange. That particular shade of orange, it gets your attention. It's almost hunter's orange, but with a touch more red than yellow. It is the orange of biohazard and medical waste. It's the color of a syringe cap, and I know what they're doing in there, but need a little confirmation before I release the hounds. I step closer to the stall, but am facing the exit. In my peripheral vision I scan through the crack in the door by the locks, not the hinges. I see the spoon, and the black liquid therein, and the syringe dips into it. I remain quiet long enough to see the guy pop the needle into his vein, and at precisely the moment he wants to push the plunger in I attack the stall door with the hilt of my pocket knife. BANG! BANG! BANG! "Store Security, YOU NEED TO LEAVE IMMEDIATELY. SPD HAS BEEN CALLED AND ARE EN ROUTE. GET YOUR DRUGS OUT OF OUR STORE NOW!" I lied. Never called the police. Into my radio I transmit, loud enough for the junkie in the stall to hear: "ESA, Bring up camera 13 and get a face shot of the next person to leave Metro Mens." "Copy." The stall door swings open, and this kid is looking at me like I am insane, which is how I prefer they think of me. Keeps things flowing. Then the stall next to him opens and I see he had a friend next door. This can get dicey sometimes, but these guys were riding the slow horse and already thought I might be insane. Kid number one keeps looking at me and says, "It's my insulin, man." "Really?" I say, "They're making black insulin now?" Kid number one grins, and i shit you not, kid number two says, "That's racist!!!" I look at kid number two, a total mouth-breathing acne farm, and I say "You're an idiot." Kid number one looks at kid number two and says "Shut the fuck up, It is not. Let's just get out of here." "Good call." I say and escort the two out onto 6th avenue.
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    Zooming in on more of that cyberpunk city street. Working on flying cars, holographics, and trying to hone my volumetric lighting painting techniques for Neofeud 2.
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    I might end up working as a Florida man! *Ahem*. By that, I mean I might end up with a cybersecurity job in Orlando. I'll keep y'all updated.
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    ❤️💀+🤖 (aka Love, Death + Robots) — One of the best sci-fi animation collections released in years and years! Run don't walk to your local Netflix streaming service to view some of them (just not with kids, because there's hella gore and nudity).
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    Those tiny old ladies can be pretty resilient sometimes. My grandmother is 98 and has collapsed backwards off her walker and smacked her head multiple times (due mostly to inner ear disorder that causes massive vertigo attacks). She has yet to break a single bone though.
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    CRV blew a coolant system thermostat this morning on the highway in. Luckily it was only about 38°F out at the time so I watched the temp indicator bounce wildly up and down for a while as it failed and was even wondering if it was just a faulty indicator. Stopped wondering real quick when I got into the back of a ginormous line to get on base though as the indicator immediately went all the way up past redline and steam started rising from under the hood after about 30 seconds of idling. Did a creative u-turn and got back on the high speed road down to the next entrance, which luckily only had like 3 people in front of me. Not sure what the checkpoint guard thought of my steaming car, lol. At any rate, managed to get it parked with about 5 or 8 minutes of extreme over temp and let it cool an hour before driving to the on-base mechanic. A new thermostat, new coolant hoses, flushed radiator and oil change were proscribed for a mere $500 but hopefully I can drive it home tonight at least…
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    Ye Olde Restroom Project works christmas lunch today.
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    Michael was really fond of heroin and Gucci tee shirts. Addicted to both, and it was sometimes difficult to tell which one was worse for him. I mean, the heroin, obviously, but he stole the Gucci to get the smack, so they were kind of the same addiction. He was always nice, polite even. But he was always high, too. The first time I met him was in the men's restroom on our fourth floor. A customer had reported some strange sounds coming from the ADA stall. The ADA, or Americans with Disabilities Act stall is often called the "Handicap Stall", but not ours. Ours was the ADA stall, and it was a favorite place to shoot up for many junkies. Like I have said before, there's always some one to watch in the restrooms... I walked into the men's room, looked under the ADA stall door and saw an utterly derelict pair of converse tied onto some of the most abused legs I have ever seen. Abscesses, scars, burst capillaries and weeping wounds. Then I saw the flash of orange and I attacked the door. He was slow to leave, but cordial on the walk out. Someone recognized him on camera, I think it was our LPM, and told me to remind Michael that he was trespassed from our property for another year and a half, so I did. And he tells me he is going to clean up, enroll in school and I would never see him again. Any bets on how long he could stay away? Not even 24 hours. I had kicked him out around 5 pm, and he walked in about 10:15 the next morning. I had seen him on the street when I went in that morning, as I do, the long way, and had told my camera operator Emelio to keep an eye our for him. Emelio had spotted Michael walking out of Pacific Place, the mall across 6th avenue from our store. Funny thing was, Michael was coming out of their fire escape, which ought to have sounded an alarm when he entered the stairwell, and again when he exited. The alarms were silent when Michael exited the mall, which means he or someone he knew shunted their alarm system. It isn't difficult to do, especially at Pacific Place. I had been a projectionist at that same mall about 20 years earlier, and had shunted the fire escape alarm that led from my projection booth to the roof, so I could smoke. Michael crossed the street, and walked right into our store. Emelio and I watched, me on the floor and him on cameras as michael walked through women's shoes, into and out of the bridge handbags, and into the Gucci boutique. I walked in right behind him, as I had been following him pretty close, and said "Hey, Michael." He just looked at me with a sheepish grin, I pointed at the 5th ave exit, and he used it. Two trespass reminders in one 24 hour period. And he was easy...
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    "Hey, 0ne-0ne, come up." It's ESA in my ear, 1-1 is my call number, my sign. "Go for 0ne-0ne." I call back. "Brandon's back." "Great. You going to tell me where, or are we playing hot and cold?" "Metro, furnishings. Has another backpack." "Goddamnit! On my way." I run down the 5th avenue staircase and stop at the bottom. Men's shoes are on my right, in between me and men's furnishings where Brandon is. Into my mic I ask ESA, "Any more selections?" "Nah, just the backpack." It's not the Kenzo again, that'd be too predictable. THis time Brandon has found a Givenchy that was unlocked. Actually, I ought to be thanking Brandon, as he is finding all the gaps in our system. This thousand dollar backpack ought to have been locked down, so I will have to train a salesperson in after I make this recovery from Brandon. Still in men's shoes, I see Brandon across the aisle in furnishings, trying to look nonchalant about his desire to be out into the tunnel. As he already knows me, I am sneaking up toward the tunnel exit so he can't see me. I backwall it all the way around until I get behind the column next to the exit, and I wait. "ESA, let me know when he is approaching the metro tunnel exit. You see me?" I radio. "Yeah, I got ya." "Cool." Brandon is still shopping in furnishings, but has made his way to the edge of the department, and right as he steps out onto the aisle that leads to the exit he wants, ESA is in my ear, "He's on the hard aisle, heading toward metro exit. Passing the last mannequin now." And I step out from behind the column with my hand outstretched, palm up toward Brandon. He sees me, doesn't even skip a beat. Slides the backpack off his arm and hands it to me as he exits the store. "Thanks, Brandon. Don't come back." $1,000 recovery, trespass reminder.
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    Islands are often weird in that way. You have extreme levels of inequality that in other setting are expressed spatially, the poorest people live far away from amenities and wealthier neighborhoods. Islands don't typically have that kind of pattern, you might have pockets of extreme poverty interspersed with relative wealth. This creates a number of problems, since a lot of programs to address inequality are spatially distributed. But I also imagine it creates a bizzarro kind of feeling to live there. You can literally be starving in your one room rental over the Trader Joe's and to programs that are intended to address poverty you are invisible, since the median income of your neighborhood is still pretty high. Perversely, its even worse when much of the population is non-white, because it can further obscure real need. I am glad to hear that you are happy, and doing well.
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    Some effed up, hobgoblin shit right here.
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    I can totally see how that place would do that to you. Having now been there it seems quite soulless and very geared toward the 1%. While we were there the strike of hotel workers was going on. The chants and slogans were clear signs of extreme inequality. So I can only imagine how hard it must be for local people to even survive there. We actually spent most of our time in the north shore area - only really spent a day in Honolulu itself - in a very residential area and even there the inequality was fairly obvious. I did like the natural beauty of the island, and the people we met were extremely nice. But the vibe overall ... I don't know but for some reason, it really didn't sit well with us. I really do regret that we couldn't come down to the big island So close yet so far away. In hindsight, had we realized what Oahu was like, we probably would have planned the whole trip differently.
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    I've sorta given up trying to "live for" things beyiond myself (god isn't real, and as for other humans, I really don't like most of you fuckers), but living for my own self isn't much motivation, either.
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    That look fabulous!
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    This reminds me of the old board, the fashion for Myers-Briggs tests that gave us a clear majority of introverted, and over half the results were INTJ or INTP, which represent less than 5% of the general population.
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    Douglas Coupland's Option Paralysis. Sometimes I just don't buy anything when faced with too many choices. I also will go out of my way to avoid talking on the phone. We're all just the Land of Misfit Toys over here 😛
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    Oh look it's 6/7 of our cats haha.
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    Santa Steve has a stalker. As the holidays approach, the store builds out "Santaland", and a store Santa poses for pictures and listens to the litany of things children want from him. As Santa needs breaks, and sleep, the store actually hired like 12 Santas. Santa Joe, Santa Brian, Santa Steve, Santa Chris, Santa Tom, you get the pattern. These guys would come back every year from November through Christmas to play Santa. Thing is, they're individuals, and underneath the beard and suit, can be recognized. Apparently, the year before I was hired, a certain middle-aged white lady had taken a liking to Santa Steve. Santa Steve didn't tell us about her when he started the next year. Probably because he didn't really think the lady would come back a year later and recognize him. Santa Steve was wrong. I don't know when she first showed up, but Steve did. At first, she'd stand across the street and peer in through the window. After a few days of spotting her outside, Santa Steve called in to LP about his stalker. It's not that she really frightened him, but anyone goofy enough to stalk a store Santa might also be goofy enough to bring some sort of weapon with them. He pointed her out from our office, on the video cameras. We got the pictures and started a file. Santa Steve didn't know her name, so we had very little information to operate on. Eventually Santa Steve's stalker came into Santaland, and it was on. As she had no children with her, her request to sit upon Santa Steve's lap was curtly denied. A call was placed to LP, and I responded. Having never addressed a stalker, I was unsure how to approach her. I felt she was probably not the most stable individual I was going to encounter, so kid gloves might be in order. She wound up being surprisingly compliant. I asked her if she had ever been trespassed from our property, and she answered honestly, that yes, she had. As the incident in question had occurred one year ago, and our standard trespass was two years, I gently reminded her that she was not allowed on our property for at least another year. I asked her to leave the property, and she did... but she came back every day until christmas. She never came back inside the store, but would stare at Santa Steve through the window for hours, or until LP told her to take a walk. Still, she made Santa Steve really nervous, so we escorted Santa from Santaland to the employee locker room, and to his car every night until christmas. I never did get a name out of her.
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    Jeremy was special. I don't mean that in a sarcastic or ironic way. The kid was one of a kind. He had zero fucks to give, and got a laugh out of any reaction to his nonsense, good or bad. 5 foot 10ish, 16 year old African American who wore his hair au natural. The afro, besides looking swell, made him pretty easy to spot from afar. Jeremy was one of the rare repeat offenders who didn't have a favorite thing to steal. When I was still an ambassador, I had spotted Jeremy and called him out due to his erratic "shopping" method and furtive eyes. He'd palmed a watch on the Metro level, and had been wandering around the store leading a train of LP agents, ambassadors, and managers from the basement to the fourth floor. Still carrying the watch, (Diesel, $250.00) he entered the mens room. The assistant LP manager Ian and I followed him in just in time to see the stall door latch shut. Ian looked at me and shrugged. As he had left our sight, there was every reason to believe Jeremy had ditched the watch somewhere, so we quietly searched the bathroom while Jeremy was in the stall. As we looked, we began to hear metallic, banging sounds from within the stall. Jeremy was trying to get the electronic sensor off the watch, and having a hard time of it. Those things can be stubborn. The sounds convinced Ian and I that Jeremy had kept the watch, so we had the restroom "closed for maintenance", and we waited. After two or three minutes of clanging from within the stall, we heard a long rip augment the last clang, followed by a nearly psychotic giggle. Ian looks at me, raises an eyebrow, frowns. And the stall door clicks open and swings inward as Jeremy exits. As he sidles past us, we are dumbstruck by the fact that the Ralph Lauren pajama bottoms he is wearing are torn down the left leg from the hip to below the knee, and his junk is swinging freely. Kid is grinning like the Cheshire cat, almost daring us to apprehend. Since he hadn't left the store, and this was getting interesting, we just let him walk out of the restroom. Back down from the fourth floor, Jeremy is trying to ditch us on the escalator by running and passing people. ESA followed him on camera as he made his way all the way back to Metro level, menswear. Ian and I caught up as Jeremy was selecting an exact duplicate pair of the $45.00 Ralph Lauren pajama bottoms he'd ruined upstairs. Jeremy went into the fitting room, Ian and I waited outside. Jeremy changed into the new bottoms, leaving his old ones on the floor and pocketing the de-sensored watch. Finally, Jeremy exited the fitting room and I went in to look for anything he might have left. As Jeremy passed Ian, he pulled the watch out of his pocket and placed it on the cash wrap as he passed it on his way toward our 6th Avenue doors. While I was in the fitting room, I noticed something in the back pocket of the pajama bottoms Jeremy had traded up for. The screwball had left his wallet in the fitting room, containing his ID and about 60 dollars. Ian was following Jeremy up the staircase to the door when I caught up and handed Jeremy's wallet to him. Jeremy was pushing the door open when Ian lunged at him, causing him to bolt across the street. Ian stopped and yelled, "Don't you want your wallet, Jeremy?" Jeremy looked back over his shoulder as he ran, but didn't slow a bit.
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    Am I really depressed, or does everything just suck?
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    Spent the day at the beach with a friend, her daughter, and the Minibots. Kids played in the shallows for hours and L & I got to have adult conversation with someone we're not married to - win-win for everyone. L's husband D is a senior airplane engineer and works out of the Honolulu Airport, while she and their daughter live here on the Big Island in the house they are paying off. She works too, selling Usborne books. D, like I said, is a senior engineer for one of the big airlines. He was renting a small studio apartment in Honolulu (and then he comes to the Big Island on Saturday night and spends Sunday and Monday here - fielding calls from his coworkers the whole time and often being called back to Honolulu early), but as of right now he is living in his van and parking overnight in a parking structure (which he has to pay for but it's less than what the rent was for the apartment). Remembering our stint of vehicle-living... it's not a good time.
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    I think @Garage_Rubin is FB friends with both the Jersey Edgelord, and Canadian Girlfriend
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    Edgelord friend was introduced to me by my Canadian girlfriend (my Canadian-American friend who once proposed marriage to me, but we never really got around to actually getting married, and I love her TBH, but also we're both really fucked in the head, so whatever). He is another autistic guy, lives in NJ, hella smart, but works in a Costco as a stocker, hahaha. Another Internet friend I have never met. We have an on-going joke on Facebook about getting throat fucked. ❤️
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