overdue

I’ve been a bit busy lately to write here. But with 2 weeks alone at home I’ve had the chance to relax and I had a goal from the start to update my blog with something. Anything. It’s not that I’ve been too busy, but I’ve not been in the mood. It takes a complete relaxation and mindset for me to do this. And I haven’t done it in so long I’m not sure how to start again. So I’m rambling. When I first started my blog, before blogs had names, my intent was to write a lot. Quantity would eventually lead to quality, with my thousand monkeys eventually turning out a paragraph or two of worthwhile nonsense. It seemed to work for a while. Even with not writing anything original for a very long time, this place still gets visitors. Mostly for con pictures and an article about finding an iuser password in windows. But still visitors. So with the wife and kid gone for a while I’m going to force this out. So what if I’ll probably not write again for another 6 months. Maybe that will not be the case.

Edit – Most of this turned out incoherent and hard to read. It ended up being a bunch of rambling. Please don’t waste your time reading this. really.

So let’s create some topics. Why haven’t I wrote. Well mostly I’m not in the mood. So let’s fix that. I’ve been able to sit pretty much undisturbed at home for 2 weeks now. The wife and kid are gone. Mylene went back to the Philippines and Dion is in Virginia Beach. It’s been quiet. Nothing moves in the house unless it’s my doings. Nothing makes noise unless I start it. I’ve got to set my mood. Right now the only light on in my house is the glow of this lcd screen. The stereo is playing trash80’s faces of a fashion. on repeat. I’m setting my cell to silent mode. I’m turning off all chat programs. I’ve got a big bowl of red grapes beside me for fuel. My wife will text soon. I’ll say not now. If it progresses much more than that I won’t be in the mood any longer. Because that’s the main reason; interruptions. I can’t concentrate with interruptions. Writing takes all of my concentration. But it’s a relaxed concentration. I have to be so relaxed that the slightest concentration is concentrated on concentrating on writing concentratingly.

I grew up alone. I spent about all my time in my own room doing whatever I enjoyed. Reading, writing, coding, playing games. I spent years creating a system hundreds of people in the area used, from my crappy 386 in my room. The one towards the bottom, Basically, was mine. That publication was pushed out about monthly to all us nerds, and I was happy to be on that list. Where am I going with this? I dunno. Nostalgia I guess. So anyway, I spent a lot of time working on that Basically, first internet email addresses, online games, custom code I submitted to the WWIV mod board, integrated with the distribution networks and usenet. Then all of a sudden I left home and never returned. The board stayed until I was forced to dismantle it leaving everyone wondering what the hell happened to me. Then, years later I accidentally threw the computer away in a cleaning frenzy. I hadn’t looked at it in years anyway. But there are a few things on there I wish I did have back. So, the content that was created during that time is mostly gone. I sent Jason Scott of textfiles some of my oldest collections not too long ago introducing a few new items to his collection.

Damnit where am I going with this. I thought it would find it’s way eventually but it hasn’t. I know my goals for this exercise, and I’m getting there slowly. I’m getting tired of listening to this song. Let’s try this. So, to write, I had to be in my zone. Above was a zone. Afterwards above, my zone became hmmm I guess my bed. I would lay down on the bed, notebook and pencil in hand, and write. The only interruption my cat. Who would perform writers block by laying down on top of the notebook and grabbing my pencil. I always wanted to get a picture of her doing that, but I never brought the camera to bed. And besides, I really needed the picture to be taken by someone else, so you could see me trying to write but the cat clearly blocking my attempt. Can’t get that picture any longer, the cat left. Ran out one day. She didn’t like her new roommates. Never came back.

Now I don’t have a zone. I’ve created one for now. But soon that will be gone. The house will be filled with noise, motion. Part of the goal of this exercise is to outline some thoughts on my life now. I love my wife, and I’m sure she loves me. I’m not sure why, but I’ll take it. I’ve been lucky enough to find a girl that shares a lot of the same interests as I. We play games together, watch movies, etc etc. But I enjoy my alone time too. I’m not sure she feels the same way. She grew up with many other people around her constantly, as outlined above I didn’t. So having other people in the house to me is odd, but not to her. And with these other people in the house I feel obligated to not hole up right here in my cave. But that removes my zone. At least she enjoys playing guild wars, and I can pretty much zone into that here since she has her own pc in another room. Sometimes I’ll pull up another window as well and attempt to read something while she tanks. But there’s too much concentration involved in playing to create. So I don’t write any longer. My zone is gone. I’m not sure how to get that back. And based on the quality of this post I haven’t lost anything.

Perhaps we should set some times. Give me a night alone weekly. We can do dinner then I lock myself in my room to do whatever. Maybe I’ll just read all night. Maybe I’ll play games all night. But maybe I’ll eventually get back in a zone and write. But then again, I would also like to be able to devote more time to work activities. I’d like a night for that. And I guess we should devote a night to dion, and another to mylene. And another to our friends. That leaves 2 other nights for wildcards. I’d like to go out and do stuff. I really miss going out to hear music. Sigh. but in past experiences scheduling like that does not work. If I have a scheduled night to myself, I spend all night trying to decide what best way to use that time. By then it’s over, or too late and I don’t want to start anything I can’t finish. Speaking of can’t finish, if I don’t finish this post soon it won’t make it to publication.

Let’s go to the next goal. Mylene. I’ve got a beautiful wife. She adores me somehow. I secretly adore her too. But she can freak out over nothing. I’ve always heard of the bat shit crazy filipino woman, and she can become that. And she will bitch for 3 hours over that nothing. And that is what drives me fucking crazy. All I can do is sit there and listen to her bitch, she doesn’t stop. She doesn’t know when to shut up. The last time it happened, I had to drive home listening to it the entire way and another 2 hours after that. That’s the last time I brought her to work with me. At home she came in my room and continued to bitch, grabbed my monitor and tried to throw it off the desk. I told her to get out of my room. So she packed up some things, took Dion and left. She got people involved in things they didn’t need to get involved in. Reminds me of one of my exes who would pack up a bunch of her shit and live out of her car for a week when she got in a mood. That 3 hours of bitching? Because I didn’t say “please” apparently and she wanted to tell me how wrong i was and how right she was. Another time she insisted I was cheating on her. She told her son I was seeing someone, i didn’t love them anymore etc etc bitched for 3 hours that night. I don’t think you understand the way this works. I sit at my desk. And she stands between me and the monitor and bitches. non stop. I don’t even talk. i’m like wtf is going on here. This has to end soon. but it doesn’t. on and on. i laugh at the absurdity of it. and I can’t stand it. Next time, i’m the one leaving. And to prevent this, she doesn’t come to work with me anymore. We can’t work together apparently. We can remotely, but not together. I’m not riding in a car for 30 minutes listening to bitching any longer. Then she nearly crashes my car into the light pole when i let her try driving, saying it felt good to rush the pole. To prevent that, she’s not driving my car, she can get her own car to wreck.

Now, besides the above bullshit, I feel I’ve got about the best girl for me. All the things I enjoy that none of my previouses gave a damn about, she also enjoys. So we actually get to do things together, watch anime, go to anime conventions, play games, play guild wars at that. She really tries her best to take care of me, but she doesn’t realize I don’t need a lot of taking care of. I’m not exactly sure how to react at some of the nice things she does for me. I feel they are unnecessary, but it’s cute nice that she put effort into such and such. But the things she does don’t occur to me to do. So I feel not as affectionate I guess. But that doesn’t have the occurrence of me not caring, or not loving. You see, some of that is because I like to express my emotions creatively. I’d like to do something nice. Write a poem about her. Write a song about her. The above bitching doesn’t help that for sure and puts any effort of such far in the back of my mind. But when I may be ready that all goes back to way above where I’m not in the mood. Even though I may feel it, I can’t express that into a tangible form.

Next goal. Dion’s 3.5 or so now. I’ve never been around kids so having Dion here is very new to me. Overall it’s not so bad though. It’s fun to me to teach him stuff and see what he does with it. He likes to help out with things, and generally follows direction pretty well. When teaching something though I’m careful not to give too much direction. I especially enjoy teaching and watching him play games. I tried to get him to play super mario brothers on the nes, but he just wasn’t interested. Tried several nes games, I really wanted him to start there. Games help develop motor control of the hands and the old nes games would be great for that. But since he didn’t care for them I noticed he did enjoy watching me play guild wars and just cause. So I showed him how to use a mouse and wasd keyboard control scheme. He stretches his arms out as far as they will go to use both, and he has acquired a pretty good control of them.

His mom and family don’t care for it though. Because he’s playing shooting games. Ok Jack Thompson. What you’ve got to understand is you can’t just sit a kid down and say here go shoot these people. You get them involved in why. In just cause I explained to him the reasoning for the game. You are a member of a rebel group trying to overthrow a corrupt government. The soldiers are the bad guys. So you explain that these are the bad guys and you can shoot them, but you don’t shoot the good guys. And you show all the other people in the city, the town residents and things that you don’t shoot. And he understands that. So when you go and say oh dont shoot anybody he questions why don’t you remove the bad guys? Because your mom wants you to be ruled by a corrupt government I guess. teaching him how to play games, i incorporate real world knowledge into.

So at 3 years old he now knows how to read a map from just cause and guild wars. he knows the concept of the solar system, with the star, planets and moons from mass effect. He understands the concept of resource management, when he runs out of bullets he understands why he can’t shoot anymore. With this teaching he is starting to learn and will eventually know all the letters of the alphabet and numbers as I tell him to press a particular key on the keyboard to do something and he has to find it. He will know how to count when it says you have to find 10 coins, or whatever. He will know how to add and subtract when he learns to get x he has to spend y and that leaves him with z. He knows colors that show the way. He already knows recognition as he can instantly pick out myself and mylene’s characters by glancing at a screen full of people in guild wars. Very importantly, he understands the concept of trying again upon failing. Playing Winnie the Pooh picks up jars of honey is stupid to me. Pooh picks up the jars whether you actually get them or not. There is no fail in these games. The games themselves are fail. They are a constant reinforcement you did good mentoring that gives unsuspecting kids false hopes and entitlements.

He can also successfully navigate on a computer: things like google images, flickr, netflix. he knows the concept of opening and closing windows, how to full screen, how to pause and start. how to go back to something he had before. By playing games as above, his mind can understand a 3d virutal environment and navigate within it. At 3 years old I find that pretty impressive. He’s not just knowledgeable about what is in front of his face, or what you put in his face. He’s able to work outside of that close reality. Now, another part of this is that I keep him focused. If he’s doing a task, or I’m teaching him something, we’re going to be focused on that. No multitasking yet. Because it distracts. And as above, distractions kill it. No TV. A constant distraction and brain rotting device. I believe the issues most kids have these days with whatever mental problems theyre taking drugs for are caused by constant distractions as a kid. The kid crys for some reason, the parent shoves something in their face. Or turns on the tv. And they say ohh look over here. Look over there. And if that doesnt work they continue distracting. The kid is not focused on anything at all, and when upset or wants something, will wind up getting whatever that is due to the constant tries of the parent to push into their kid various things to please them.

When Dion crys, I sit his ass down somewhere uncomfortable. He sits on the washer machine. Or a stool. And he crys, sometimes for hours. And i explain if you want x then you have to do y. If you don’t want to eat your dinner, then you have to understand you won’t get any more food until morning. Now stop crying, then you can go play. And he has to sit where ever we put him until he stops crying. Or if he’s been really bad, say once you stop crying then you have to go to bed. Sometimes he’ll say he wants to burn down the house. Or kill one of us. Or send his mom back to the philippines. I guess she bitches at him like she does me. so then he gets to sit in the chair all night and stare at us while we play games or whatever. I’ll even eat cookies or something I know he wants just to show him his punishment is he can’t have any.

So, it’s getting late and I’m getting bored and unhappy with this. With my goals accomplished of outlining some good and bad in my life recently I’ll stop this experiment now. In a few days my wife will be home, and then a few days after that Dion will be home too. Things will be back they way they were about 2 or 3 weeks ago, and I guess I can say they will be about back to normal.

One Response to “overdue”

  1. Lindsey says:

    Philious!
    So nice to see you posting again. Oh yes, how odd it is. I hear people complaining about their spouses sometimes. I know marriage is tough, but I think it sounds grand. I know it is no fun to be “bitched at,” but I think we learn the most and grow the most from being around other people. When we are by ourselves, we have only ourselves and can only see our viewpoint. It sounds like M. has forced you to think about other ways of doing things and that can only cause growth. People are so different, though, and our background have so much to do with how we expect things to be. Just one suggestion: whatever she is doing for you, in a way, that is her way of telling you what she wants you to do for her. She is not intentionally doing this, but that’s the way us people tend to be. A book to read would be the Love Languages. Like for instance, if your spouse buys you lots of gifts, you might be thinking, huh? I don’t need this. Nice, but not necessary. I bet you dollars to donuts that means your spouse feels loved when they receive gifts. I love words of affirmation, so when I date someone I tend to say lots of nice things to them. When in fact, this is what I want. It’s something worth thinking about and talking about. I envy you, though. I hope to meet my sweet someone someday.

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