Midnight Pub

~inquiry


jecxjo

I IRL went back home last week for the first time since the pandemic. Grew up in a really touristy area, much of the establishments had been the same since the 50s and 60s so I was amazed at how much had changed in just the past 3 years. Stores and restaurants closed down most likely due to the owner retiring or passing on and the family no longer wishing to run the business. A lot of new establishments popping up, distilleries and micro breweries. Most places fit in but there were a few eye sores that I was amazed were allowed to be built.

Hoping in a year or two the kids will be old enough to either come with or stay with the grandparents long enough for us to actually explore all the changes.

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superfxchip

First part sounds sentimental

Second part sounds steamy 😳

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inquiry
> Second part sounds steamy

I guess it does on its own. But the author remembers there was additional context unaddressed in the text, namely being a mix of shy and borderline certain I'd never attain unto (for me) most-desired-gender attention

So, yes... great visuals... but they quickly morphed into degrees of "relationship possibilities despair"....

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superfxchip

You will one day jump that hurdle, and gain that affection and intimacy, my friend. Soon, it will become steamy, yet! :P

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tffb

Some weeks (months?) back I visited Google StreetView, Maps, Earth, etc. and I scrolled down the street I grew up on, and in front (when I lived there, 20 years ago) was a HUGE pine tree, and it was easily double the height of the house. Now, it is possibly triple that size. I'd climb it until I felt that the branches were too thin to support my weight, and get a great view of the 'burbs below, which was good, because our house was atop a hill.

Now, a religious fellow occupies the house. I have friends still in "the old hood", and they say when they see the dude coming/going from there, that he will always depart company with, "have a blessed day", and has some religious ephemera in the window.

It's a trip, seeing old places like that. I could never (re)visit the old town, because I would surely have some sort of psychological setback, and drudge up old (repressed) memories from wild days gone by.

I left that neighborhood (for good) when I was 18, and was taken for a psychiatric commitment by police officers after a complete meltdown of civility and sanity between me and some family members. I think I may have glanced back at the old place when the police vehicle was leaving, but is that last time I will ever see that structure (in person).

Strange, wild times. Indeed. Odd to think about.

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inquiry

I can't say I relate. A divorce was about the closest I've come to a short(er) burst of familial madness.

But I'm abundantly familiar with what might be called a "slow inner burn" along such lines.

But, then, who isn't? I mean, how could selves enamored of themselves to the point of "hell is other people" (Satre) bouncing off each other whilst pretending to communicate via words backed by private meanings possibly work?

Anyway... at the risk of seeming overly nosy, how come you've not shown up in the read.write.as feed in a while?

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tffb

I'm writing on tmo.name now. It's a self-hosted blog on Ghost software. Write.as is ok, but I update(d) that shit too much, didn't like continually launching the editor, writing stuff, doing life stuff, going back to the editor, blah blah.

I plan on making a home "always on" writing setup using retro computer stuff (probably gutting an old laptop (90s era) and piecing together some sort of "retro" rig. Not even going to give it internet capabilities. Monochrome CRT monitor. Primitive as fxxx. :)

I'll still put stuff on tmo.name though. I'll always "blog" in some form or another. Write.as has probably had it's hey day, and whatever momentum it had at different times past to draw a critical mass to make the product successful has faded. It's grown to the extent that the ownership (we shall not name names) can/should hire people to keep the ball rolling, and I don't think that is going to happen. A thing I've talked about with Mike (which you may remember from W.a as "mpmilestogo" back in the day!) through e-mail about - W.a/WriteFreely has to have more people working on the service, and I don't see putting X amount of years into a blog that may have everything I've written "shut down" and inaccessible in time.

But tmo.name is still going. And more stuff will likely go on the retro rig I slap together.

Hope you're good, Inquiry :)

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inquiry
> Hope you're good, Inquiry :)

Very good, thank you.

So (per

https://tmo.name/hospitals-gross-dangerous-crowded-necessary/)

how be the med situation?

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tffb

Good, I suppose. The Latuda I took yesterday seems to be working (I just got up at 2:30 AM), and the Vraylar is supposed to work even better, so I will call my psych doc today and get a re-refill of that (because USPS is shit and didn't deliver yesterdays fill). But I am feeling ok. Hopefully that continues. Thanks for asking.

Upward and onward :)

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