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Mouse-Mouse and WordPress Oddity

I will not provide a photo, but I fig­ure this point­ing device would be all-too pop­u­lar with any feli­nes or cani­nes in your house­hold. I wouldn’t ever imag­ined such a thing if the Instructa­bles peo­ple hadn’t sent out an email plea to who­ever abducted Mouse-Mouse from their table at SXSW to please return him.

As slick as Word­Press is, wouldn’t it make sense for it to fig­ure out some­thing like day­light sav­ing time? I mean, if you could just click some­thing, the way you do in Win­dows, to say, “Yes, I’m in an area that observes DST” it would be much, much eas­ier than going through every bloody WP instal­la­tion for which you’re respon­si­ble and man­u­ally chang­ing the time, which is what I just real­ized that I need to do. I’m sure I would have noticed if there’s a plugin to provide that func­tion­al­ity in the Plugin Repos­i­tory, and I don’t think there is one.

I tried Time Zone Cal­cu­la­tor, but it just seems to fig­ure var­i­ous time zones and will dis­play them in a wid­get or wherever you want to call it via php. That doesn’t help me. Auto­matic DST change func­tion­al­ity seems a no-brainer to me, so why isn’t it built in, and since it isn’t, why isn’t there a plug-in?

Have I men­tioned lately how incred­i­bly stu­pid I find DST? I’m totally unsur­prised to learn that it doesn’t save a bit of energy, any­way.

Romance and Roleplaying

Sam has talked about this sub­ject in sev­eral of his pod­casts, but I don’t think I’ve ever tried to address it. I may fail mis­er­ably, but I’ll try.

Sam and I had one of our twice-weekly “date nights” tonight. That means that from about 7pm ’til we go to bed, we do noth­ing but have fun with each other. The girl amuses her­self oth­er­wise, or goes out, and we do what­ever we like. Usu­ally, that means we spend some time gam­ing.
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Midnight? Already?


It’s been almost as fun lis­ten­ing to the kids (Katie’s gang, here for her birth­day party) game as it would be to be part of a game myself. Maybe I will play Vam­pire some day. I sup­pose I’d trust Sam to run just about any­thing.

They’re watch­ing some­thing now — Mir­ror­mask, it sounds like. I couldn’t believe that her Wolfie hadn’t seen it, as it’s so very much her kind of movie.

The house is cleaner than it’s been in a coon’s age. I’ll mark that up to being largely (not quite) done with the semes­ter and to mak­ing prepa­ra­tions for the party. Sam and Katie were both mar­velous about clean­ing up.

The girl has been so exhausted that she missed dance yes­ter­day, so I was a bit wor­ried about her. She’s still going strong, though. She slept well past noon today! With her health con­cerns, she’s always run­ning at the edge of her energy, even with catch­ing naps where she can, so I sup­pose her fatigue is to be expected after she stayed out ’til (mum­blety-mum­ble) Tues­day night/​Wednesday morn­ing.

Yes, on a school night. The one thing she really wanted for her birth­day was to go to the Dres­den Dolls con­cert, and the only night they were in town was a Tues­day. She man­aged a TMBG show on a week night last year with­out a stum­ble, so we finally gave in.

Some­where between the time I bought tick­ets online for an “all ages” show (back in August) and the time I picked up tick­ets on Sun­day, it changed to an “Adults only” show! Well, that was a sur­prise. I asked around a bit, and we decided that we were still cool with her attend­ing. For­tu­nately, she and her friends had no trou­ble get­ting in. The rea­son for the rat­ing was a bur­lesque show in the open­ing act. God­dess for­bid that teens see boo­bies in pasties!

I still remem­ber when birth­day par­ties were all-girl affairs with lots of pink­ness, games and bal­loons and crafts and squeal­ing. They weren’t bet­ter than this, by any means, but time does fly.

Sam is try­ing to lure me back onto Sec­ond Life now. Dread­ful man. I sup­pose we might as well go be even nerdier at this point.

Empowered by a microphone

I gave myself a gift today: a head­set with my very own micro­phone for the pod­cast.

It isn’t as fancy as the one that I was using, which is my partner’s Very Nice (read: intim­i­dat­ing) micro­phone. That one, though, sits on the desk­top on its own stand. I know this sounds piti­ful, but I have trou­ble stay­ing within proper range of it, because my voice is soft. I have to lean over and up from the chair I’m in, and even then I end up feel­ing as if I’ve had to nearly shout to record a pod­cast, which takes far more energy than sim­ply speak­ing nor­mally and is very stress­ful, to boot!

That removes one of the main bar­ri­ers to get­ting pod­casts out on a reg­u­lar basis. The next is that Sam pro­duces the show for me, but he has a full-time job and is much busier than I am out­side the home. Do I dare release the show unedited, brain fog effects and all? What do y’all think?

The ManDiet

I have referred to The Man Diet sev­eral times as some­thing I have done and rec­om­mend. After explain­ing it sev­eral times, I’ve decided to write it up here and just refer peo­ple to the arti­cle.

I call it the Man Diet, but that’s really a mis­nomer. It should be an SO Diet or Rela­tion­ship Diet or some­thing like that. It just doesn’t roll off the tongue quite as well, so just take it as given that I’m refer­ring to women, men or who­ever you would nor­mally have romantic/​sexual rela­tion­ships with. 

There was a time when I went from one rela­tion­ship to the next. If I didn’t have one or more SOs, I felt incom­plete. I didn’t have incred­i­bly healthy rela­tion­ships, but I was sel­dom alone! I derived much of my self-esteem from being in rela­tion­ships with oth­ers.

Unfor­tu­nately, that led to “set­tling” for peo­ple who didn’t really meet the stan­dards I thought I wanted in sig­nif­i­cant oth­ers, and often to accept­ing treat­ment that ranged from unpleas­ant to down­right abu­sive.

Right now, I do not truly remem­ber what trig­gered the real­iza­tion that I’d never have a truly healthy rela­tion­ship if I felt that I absolutely had to have a rela­tion­ship with some­one other than myself — that, in fact, cul­ti­vat­ing a healthy rela­tion­ship with myself, being com­plete in myself, was vital. 

I didn’t think all that out so clearly at the begin­ning. I was just tired of the crap. I was tired of going from one rela­tion­ship to the next and hav­ing the same crap come up over and over again. I was tired of the merry-go-round. I didn’t hon­estly count on hav­ing any more sig­nif­i­cant oth­ers. I just decided that I was done. I swore off men for a year. 

At the begin­ning of that period, I felt anx­ious. I felt lonely. I felt more than a lit­tle des­per­ate, because hon­estly, I have never been alone unless I chose to be that way. I’d spent my life using rela­tion­ships to avoid hav­ing to deal with my own issues in a deep way. If I hadn’t told sev­eral friends what I was doing and asked them to help keep me hon­est, I don’t think I would have stuck with it. 

In the next few months, I seemed to meet poten­tial SOs every time I turned around. It was truly rain­ing men! That was dif­fi­cult. It was really tempt­ing to just make a lit­tle excep­tion, because hey, he was just so nice! Or so smart, or funny, or what­ever. But there’s noth­ing like true friends to kick your butt when you need it. 

To be hon­est, I’ve never had a prob­lem deal­ing with most prac­ti­cal things — bal­anc­ing check­books, basic home repairs, even sim­ple auto main­te­nance. I didn’t need a man to take care of any of that. No, I looked to SOs to keep me com­pany, to keep me occu­pied, to suck up lots of energy. I felt beau­ti­ful because they said I was, because they wanted to be with me. 

So I found other ways to use my time and my energy. I went out with friends as friends. I devel­oped new friend­ships that were much bet­ter because I wasn’t putting any­thing into won­der­ing whether or not the rela­tion­ship would move into other areas. If nobody else wanted to go see a par­tic­u­lar music event, I went alone. 

I finally faced up to some of the issues I was avoid­ing when most of my energy was going into inter­ac­tions with an SO — like why did I need a man around to feel worth­while? Why did I accept treat­ment that I wouldn’t want any of my friends to accept — that I had, in fact, told other peo­ple to walk away from? Why wasn’t I hold­ing out for the kind of per­son I wanted? Hell, why hadn’t I sim­ply become the per­son I wanted? 

While I was really count­ing the days at first, by the end of that year I didn’t even real­ized it was done. I didn’t think about it until a cou­ple of months later when a friend men­tioned it. Hey, it was over! I real­ized that I didn’t feel an urge to run out and start any­thing new. I was just fine with being me, with­out a man. 

I won’t pre­tend that I’m all past all of that stuff. It comes back at times, but not nearly as strongly. It’s much eas­ier to insist on the kind of treat­ment I deserve from an SO, because I don’t fear being alone. I can be alone, and be happy. Not a prob­lem.

I think spend­ing at least a year alone as a truly inde­pen­dent adult is a good idea for absolutely any­one. If pos­si­ble, live alone. Be solely respon­si­ble for your­self finan­cially. Develop a healthy social life that has noth­ing to do with whether or not you have an SO. Do any­thing you’ve been putting off. Were you wait­ing to take a vaca­tion until you had some­one to go with? Go now. Go back to school. Change jobs. Vol­un­teer. Learn to dance. Just do it, and enjoy it. 

Dur­ing that year, prac­tice celibacy. That means not only do you not have SOs, but you don’t have “friends with ben­e­fits” or one-night stands. Just be with your­self. Honor your­self. Love your­self. Treat your­self as you would some­one you truly trea­sure.

Tell some­body what you’re doing. Tell peo­ple you can trust to help you con­tinue on to your goal. If some­one isn’t sup­port­ive, dis­tance your­self from that per­son. I don’t care if that per­son is an imme­di­ate fam­ily mem­ber. You need to main­tain bound­aries, and you don’t need any­one tear­ing you down. Seek out new friend­ships with peo­ple who are sup­port­ive.

It may take some peo­ple longer than a year to get past the “ohmigod I’m gonna get old and be ALONE!” panic. That’s fine. Take what­ever time you need. I promise that you will be health­ier and hap­pier for it. The world, and all the men and women in it, will still be there when you’re ready.