An update on the Fruit Fly Crisis of Oh Nine.
Well, they are now located in two areas of the house, my kitchen, in particular the sink/garbage area, and the bathroom, specifically my wastebasket. I still haven’t made traps, because I’m a goon. I should make a teeny tiny snare line.
My grandpa once told me how he snared a little rabbit when he was in the seminary and got the cafeteria lady to cook it for him because he missed home. I always thought that was such a cute story.
There are hordes of fruit flies, and they don’t just stay in those two places, they go on expeditions to find new sources of food for their larvae. Ugh! Of course fruit fly larvae are so tiny. Still, gross.
Once my roommate Anne tried to make a fruit fly trap by leaving out a glass of rum, but our other roommate Christie noted that the fruit flies had turned it into their own counter top cabana. That was during the Vancouver garbage strike of 97, when EVERYWHERE was filled with fruit flies. I mean, one trap wasn’t going to do too much.
I’m sleepy. I’ve been working 10 – 5:30 except for wednesday. And I think my schedule will change a bit from week to week. It’s more hours than I was doing before, but I’m not doing too badly I don’t think.
Anyway, I will write more about how I am doing tomorrow or something, because there are other things going on in my life that deserve some writing about.
And I will get supplies for those traps tomorrow!
No Privacy since I was Twenty-One
It’s been ten years of blogging, secret blogs to start, then sometimes I let people I know read them. Then I started my first blog when I was nuts. BUT, I went back to blogging with my real name after that. The Vancouver Years, Part Two.
It was all an experiment. I don’t know if it actually gives me support, I am only sometimes actively involved in commenting and interacting with other blogs. It is a great way of feeling plugged into the disability community online. Which is a pretty wicked blogging community.
I guess I am thinking about privacy ever since I read about that woman who lost her disability insurance claim (for severe depression) just because she smiled and did some fun things in some photos on Facebook. But what the hell? Did they want her to be slashing herself on Facebook or something? How can you evaluate someone’s mental health based on some photos? Can my mom do that next time she gets worried about me, email the jpegs to my pdoc that prove commitment is the only solution? I mean honestly.
I do sometimes worry about the privacy I have given up by writing honestly about my life on here. Anyone could come along and judge me based on any number of things, my drug use, my bipolar disorder, hypergraphia, even just that I’m an unrepentant butch dyke. But fuck em. I do get a kick out of keeping a blog, even if I haven’t been the best writer these days. And in a lot of ways I do feel like these personal details are part of my politics. How can I talk about mad rights if I am too afraid to explore the vagaries of my grey matter?
So I have a new job, and I am pretty happy about this. I had my first day on Friday and I go back tomorrow! It’s 35 hours a week, which is perfect because 40 is too much for me for some reason. It’s an office type job in a Queer environment, so I really feel comfortable. I didn’t exactly feel comfy saying I was a dyke at my last job.
Which is a bad sign, I think.
I’m staying clean for the weekdays I think, or as clean as possible. I don’t have cash because I spent all of my last cheque already and I haven’t gotten paid from this job yet. And when I do get paid it won’t be very much because I won’t have worked a full two weeks. Money is a strange invention of human kind. Stupid little pieces of paper and coins pretending to represent gold. ANYWAY, I don’t have anything to spare on smokeable fun, so it looks like I’m going to be jonesing and feeling frustrated this week. Who knows though, maybe if I get through a few days of being sober, I will want to stay so for a while.
In fact I am thinking about being straight edge for a month, just to get everything bad out of my body and you know, kinda cleanse myself. See what it’s like to not do any drinking or drugs for a LONG period of time. And a Month is pretty long for me. It might inspire me to stay sober. Or to use far more sparingly than before.
It’s a thought.
In totally other news, me, my mum, our two dachshunds and mum’s golden retriever went out to the country for a walk. And Arthur disappeared. He had found a porcupine and was going after it repeatedly and barking and getting pissed because he was hurt and he wanted to hurt what was hurting him back. So anyway we drove back into town straight to the small animal clinic at the University. He had 300 to 400 quills in his mouth (lips and gums), face, chest, front legs and paws!! Poor Arthur.
And I have no phone. But for now I still have internet. I am doing alright, I keep misplacing my meds though which means I miss doses because I either have to get out of the house fast or are crashing and not awake enough to go looking for them. Either way this must be remedied! Right now they are by the phone, which is a silly place for them because with no phone I never go over there.
Okay, NOW they are beside the computer.
I am going to get myself all prettied up soon and go on the prowl. Looking for some hottie to take home and do naughty things with. I haven’t done that in a while though, and my shyness prevents me from pouncing. I’ve missed all kinds of girl on girl opportunities through shyness. It’s a terrible thing to deprive the world of more lesbian sex just because you don’t know how to ask someone if you can kiss them.
The OTHER thing that gets in the way of my girl on girl action is I like super femmey girls, and it’s hard to ID them as queer sometimes, which puts them out to no end.
On a totally different note, Pumpy, my halloween pumpkin, was left to rot just a wee bit too long in my house and has now caused an infestation of fruit flies. They have yet to just die off, because their food source is gone, but they are just hanging around, trying to think of something else to eat. It’s a bit disturbing, I don’t trust them in the least and I think they have designs on my coca-cola. It’s my coke dammit!
I didn’t win the 50 Million Lotto Max draw, but someone in Manitoba did, which is almost like someone in Saskatchewan winning, which is almost like me winning. Ha ha!
It’s a beautiful day outside. I am waiting for my mother to get online and talk to me. I think we were going to move some stuff over to my house.