#it's also 41C today fuck that

[chipped-chimera]

I am a woman looking for:

⬛ men

⬛ women

✅ a 20 gal/75 litre fish tank I can actually fucking buy in (Western) Australia

#kerytalk #fish nonsense #lol joking also looking for women #but no seriously why the fuck is everything under the sun available up until about 60L and then it's like 120L/31 gallon #yeah I could go to the local fish shop but that requires going outside and you know ... energy #it's also 41C today fuck that #last thing I wanna do is go in there and look at all the tanks like 'well none of these work and now I'm just tired' #western australia specified because oh boy do we get the short end of the imports stick #you thought aussie biosecurity laws were bad - wait until you find out my state has its OWN laws on top of that lmao #also tanks heavy #also jesus christ the amount of people selling tanks WITH fish on facebook marketplace #buddy I don't want your fucking fish also - literally shouldn't be selling them on here

[seraphym100]

100 Days of Writing

[Day 28] Off-Book

For Day 28, @the-wip-project asks whether we have an expression we use too much in our writing.

My very arrogant answer is no, I don’t ever overuse an expression. I read and re-read my WIPs so much that any repetition in them really sticks out and annoys me. I go out of my way to make sure I never say a phrase twice, and I hate repeating words as well. The only exception to this is “he said/she said”, because there’s no way to avoid that without ending up with overly embellished dialogue.

So because my answer to that question is so short, I kind of want to go off book and talk about what’s been going on in my life. And then ask something.

Today’s actually my birthday. And it sucks. We’re in for record-shattering heat here all day on the 28th, which is also the third straight day of record-shattering heat. I have two kids and a senior at home I need to keep cool in a three story house with no air conditioning. My mother (senior) is bed bound and basically can’t leave her room on the ground floor. My kids had no choice to be cooped up in my room because I have one, old, rickety, wheezing portable air conditioner which can keep a very small room about ten degrees cooler than the outside temperature, which was 41C/105F.

The middle floor is simply unliveable. I only have one thermometer, so I couldn’t tell what the temperature was on it, but it didn’t matter overly much because I was always just passing through on my way upstairs to check on my kids playing in my room or downstairs to adjust fan positions and switch out cold cloths and mist my Mom on the ground floor. Thank all the gods in the pantheon that her room stayed about 5 degrees cooler than outside naturally (so 35 degrees Celsius, which is 95F) and that I was somehow able to keep her comfortable with all my jerry-rigging of tinfoil over the windows and sheets frozen in the freezer and spray bottles and ice packs. She has chronic wounds also, so you can imagine the discomfort she’s in no matter what the temperature.

It could have been bad. We in the Pacific Northwest are as prepared for heat as Texas and Alabama are prepared for snow.

You’d think that would be enough, right? Well, my spouse was running around in our NON-air-conditioned car trying to get a fan and other essential things to my 78 year old father, who has been in the hospital since May 12. I won’t bore you with all the details, but he went in because he was vomiting blood, and it has been a long, gut wrenching, heartbreaking recovery that has felt like three steps forward and two and a half steps back. We’re not allowed to visit. We’re an extremely tight-knit family. He is the lifeblood of this family and our household and it’s not overstating things to say that I have been lost without my cheerleader, best friend, mentor, and emotional support Dad. Worse, he and my Mom are literally the love affair of the century and watching them tell each other that they’re each other’s guiding star and the words of every love song… my god, I can’t keep talking about it. We’ve spent about 7-8 hours every single day on video chats with him because … well because what are we going to do, just go on like it’s normal that he’s not here? We can’t. And he needs us because he hasn’t seen anyone’s face in two fucking months.

All that would have been enough, but on my birthday, something happened to Dad and we didn’t know what. But he turned feral. Vicious. He told my Mom she didn’t care about him, told the nurses and the doctors to fuck themselves, and oh my god.. just. That is not. who. he. is. My Mom, who has been housebound for two years and bedbound for two months, managed to convince the hospital to let her come see him, and they relented, we got her ready, put her in the car, I mean, I thought she was going to die before she got there. I only let her go because I figured, well, if things go sideways… at least she’d already be at the hospital?

He kicked her out. He refused to talk to her. I’ve never heard my Mom cry like that ever. Ever. And we have been through some shit as a family, so that’s saying something. For three days, we’ve called the desk to find out if he’s eating, if he’s okay, what’s happening, and the news is all bad. He’s going downhill and he won’t talk to us.

That’s been my birthday. And my week. I’ve tried to journal it, but it’s like I don’t want to commit these atrocities to reality by enshrining them in print. For some reason it was easier to just spill it out to you guys… even if no one reads it, it feels somehow comforting to think someone might read it and think kind thoughts. I don’t know. I don’t really know what I’m saying.

The writing question is that I can’t decide if writing right now is additional pressure or self-care. It doesn’t feel right to be in a fantasy world with fictional characters when my real life family is in such a bad place, but… I had recently come to believe writing is something I need to cope with this bad place. How do I tell which one is right?

#100daysofwriting

[xottzot]

2018-03(FEB)-Tuesday-15th--meanwhile at midday and after at this hellhole area.

2018-03(FEB)-Tuesday-15th--meanwhile at midday and after at this hellhole area.

For YEARS, DECADES, in Kalara Road there was a household that housed a pile of the most useless shitty drunks/drug addicts/criminals. The street verge was a place they commandeered as their own where their interminable cars were always parked.

And as part of all that shit, they would come from Midland direction, turn off Clayton Street, drive up Kalara Way street, suddenly veer OFF the road and drive over the kerb and onto street verges, whereby they would drive ON THE FOOTPATH AND GO AROUND THE CORNER AT SPEED to eventually park upon the street verge outside their place.

And of cours people complained. And of course NOBODY in authority listened or did anything to get them to stop. The fuckwits doing it all just said a huge FUCK YOU! and kept right on doing it all for YEARS. - It was all part of the lawlessness of this hellhole area that it had become.

Eventually the Swan Shire council brought it a load of metal railway lengths and cut them up and embeded them vertically in a line in an attenmpt to to physically stop the shit from going on. Bear in mind that innocent pedestrians ALWAYS ran the risk of being run over by these shits in their cars using the footpath as their own private 'driveway' which of course it never was. Even the normal residents of the corner household and their children I knew and grew up with, Micheal, Donna, Aubrey, were at risk of being killed.

Scuttlebutt was that shitty household around the corner and next door to them at Kalara Road that they had 'won Lotto' and then they supposedly moved away. - (that event it always sounded fake and suspect, espcially so since they were always so criminal and only a snippet of them I've ever talked about.)

After THEY had gone though, eventually the council removed the vertical posted railway sections...... - I still have somewhere old photos of all of this as historical proof all this existed in the streets), and I also have photos of the streets long BEFORE they all became widened in width to twice their width, re-covered in hotmix instead of the rough bitumen that was there for decades, and before Clayton Street even existed in Koongamia, even when it was under construction. - I doubt whether you will find any other photo proof of any of this anymore. Ditto for the Koongamia school oval being built....NOT what is currently there which is an oval FAR LARGER than what was there before right next to the Koongamia school. The original school oval has also become a place where shitheads in cars would tear all about upon so much that the authorities dug a deep trench around it to try to 'dissuade' the shitheads from doing that.

Perhaps you could even ask Stephen Dedman the Australian scifi & fantasy books author? - He and I were in fact once best friends in Koongamia School when no other person wanted to become his friends. He slowly moved onto better things in life and perhaps also unfairly fared worse than he wanted in his personal life, but at least he was away from this hellhole area and probably chooses to forget his past here.

Thereafter began many years of different people renting the place until they too all left.

Well....today.....a little after midday noon.....the BMW open soft-top vehicle of the people who 'live' there now.....it did EXACTLY THE SAME THING as those arseholes had been doing for so many years....it veered OFF Kalara Way street, crossed over the flat stret kerb, then drove around the street corner on the footpath and parked on their street verge. A street verge which has been worn away to be worn-away dirt because they of them constantly coming and going all the time from there (or park inside their front yard via the pulled out section of fence).

The black BMW was driven by 2 women who were loudly swearing and 'talking', being that their every few words were just swearing and shit. They got out with shopping bags and went into the household with the hidden gate, but they walked through the physical small real gate that leads to their front door.

So......are the shitheads currently living there the SAME shitheads that have lived there so many years ago?

Or....are they shitheads which have adopted shittyness as their mode of living and 'to hell with everybody else' atitudes to match just as the original shitheads were for so many decades?

In any event, any pedestrians once more risk being run over by simply using the footpath to walk on because a car could be flying around the corner and run them over at any time it seems once AGAIN.

It would be an utter farcical joke to have the Swan Shire council once AGAIN install vertical poles as a barrier to 'dissuade' them. - Is this going back to shitty hell meant to be counted as 'progress'?

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One shithead person which DOES richly deserve to be run over however was just walking minutes before on that very footpath at that very location. He's a abo who came out of either the main abo criminal household of Kalara Way or the brick house next to it which is also low-lifes and abo's, and he walked on the footpath all dressed in black clothing wearing shorts and in a hurry as he kept walking past the old guy with the green fence. He paused and waved to the old guy (or was tomenting him) and then he kept walking. He continued on, not to the Koongamia school, because he's school aged but does NOT go to school, no, he kept walking until he crossed Jinda Road and continued to (other abo crimnal households) in the east of Koongamia or the most easterly topmost part of Koongamia which has long been for decades an area full of very shitty and criminal aboriginals of all ages across the road from the nearby deep water reservoir which is totally covered up to prevent evaporation whereas it used to be completely open to the skies.

If any such shitty abo was ever run over by any such shitty vehicle, and if any authroties weer demanding to know what the hell was going on and how could it all have happened AGAIN, well....they'll never get any aid from me. - Fuck the entire lot of them.

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It's damned HOT about 106F (41C) outside and getting HOTTER at this hellhole area. And of course nothing like that will ever make the official records because it NEVER makes any official records.

The useless evening TV weather reports (which I stopped watching years ago), would often each day present some far flung remote place in country Western Australia official temperature reading as if it was some sort of inane fun sports trivia report. - And I've lost count of the times Fliss and I would always say, 'What!? They think THAT was hot, then they should've been HERE today!'

(a place that is within 20-30 minutes from Perth city)

But of course the news weather NEVER does report about it here nor the weather. - It never will be. - This is just hell.