Miscellaneous Monday - Where Have You Been Edition

Monday, March 3, 2014

Hiatus 'R' Us

Not really. Time just got away from me, and as a result, things have been a bit dormant around here of late. First the Mechanicky Gal came for a long weekend, and we had a marvelous time eating crap, going to the spa, going shopping, and eating tasty food that wasn't crap. And going to the gym. That, too. The day after she left, I left for Las Vegas on business, and had a series of really long days. Then home, and trying to catch up from being gone/on vacation. You know how it is.

My Brain is Still an Asshole

I'm still struggling with my depression. Moe's death has been on my mind quite a lot the last week or two (probably because her birthday is coming up), and my sleep has been riddled with disturbing dreams. I'm still working with my depression counselor on strategies to improve my mental health, but I'm wading through a year of "firsts," and I'm not sure what will set me off. Add to the fact that I had to change doctors on March 1st due to a change in my employer provided health insurance and the whole thing is just one big UGH.

Note to self: Regardless of your work schedule, the most reliable method of keeping your brain under control is daily, vigorous exercise. Not walking - vigorous, with your heart rate over 140 for at least 60 minutes. Failure to make time for this critical health care activity results in your brain falling down the rabbit hole. Once in the rabbit hole, it becomes more difficult to motivate yourself to participate in said exercise. Learn it, live it, love it.

Unseemly

When I was in Las Vegas this time, I was staying at one of the luxury casinos because, reasons. I was in one of the "standard" rooms (i.e., the cheap seats), and this was my bathroom:


This bathroom is bigger than the quarters shared by up to twelve female Chief Petty Officers on my last ship.



The entire thing made me feel extremely odd, since I was there on business, and didn't feel comfortable living in the lap of luxury on the company's nickel, not to mention that I was there by myself instead of with my family. I guess I'm not cut out to be a ka-billionaire with more money than sense, as the whole thing just seemed very unseemly.

Losing Their Shit

I'm having an absolutely marvelous time watching the homophobes of the religious right simply lose their shit over Governor Brewer's decision to veto that excretable bill allowing discrimination against people who offend their religious sensibilities (read: Teh Gayz, and also anyone who's not like them). Their ranting includes:
  • Penis cakes. I'm not even sure what this means. As my friend Megan notes, "I, perhaps foolingshly, assumed that a cake at a gay wedding would not automatically be shaped like the participants' genitals." 
  • Christians being second class citizens. You know, like all the other groups of people who are denied services based solely on an aspect of their protected class. Oh, wait...
  • Being forced to provide services on an equal basis is akin to slavery. You know, I don't think that word mans what you think it means.
  • And my personal favorite, how Christians are now persecuted for their beliefs, because God told them to treat an entire segment of the population like dog shit. Again:
As a purely pragmatic matter, I think Governor Brewer's veto was wise. This issue was decided many years ago (can you say "lunch counters?" I knew you could), and this piece of shit bill is quite obviously unconstitutional. Defending it in Federal Court would have cost Arizona tons of cash, and really we all know they'd much rather spend it on keeping those dirty brown people out of their state.

Score one for the right side of history, and let's move on.

2 comments:

Random Michelle K said...

I don't know if you and your doc have tried this, but I'm taking Periactin (Cyproheptadine) before bed, and it very much helped me with vivid, exhausting dreams.

I didn't have nightmares, just dreams that were so vivid I woke up tired. The Periactin helped to dial back the vividness. It also helped with grinding my teeth while I sleep, but that was just an added bonus.

Also: I love you.

Unknown said...

Twelve petty officers! Wow! And I thought our first apartment was small (300 square feet)