Thursday, Jun. 30, 2005
Come On Babe Ignite My Flintlock
And now I remember why I not only stayed single all of these years, but didn't even go out or so much as look at a man. Well, okay I looked, but didn't touch. Mostly.
Remember K? He of date hell? I brushed him off politely but firmly last weekend. Apparently not firmly enough, though, since he IM'ed me and jumped straight to the crude, lewd and rude. Oh yeah, now there's a man I can really like and respect, right off the bat. Go out once, recognize it ain't gonna happen, tell him adios, and get that on an IM, interspersed with "I miss u babe."
Hell-LO?? We went out one time. I had only talked to him for the first time a few days prior to that. How the heck can you miss someone you barely know and who also just told you to take a hike? Am I being somehow completely obtuse here? Did I miss something painfully obvious?
Furthermore, I am not his "babe." I don't mind some of the guys here on Diaryland who call me sweetheart or honeybunny other endearments. Most of the guys here read my diary and have commented or talked to me on the phone or email and shown themselves to be kind, thoughtful, intelligent, and sometimes funny and irreverent, but never rude or crude to me. I know the difference. This guy is neither friend nor lover nor anything remotely close. He's just creepy.
He actually had the balls to ask about coming back up here this weekend and expected me to say yes. I wasn't hazy when I told him last weekend that no, I didn't want to see him again. I made it very clear, stopping just sort of becoming genuinely pissed off and telling him off then and there.
You'll be proud of me. I didn't tell him tonight what he could do with himself and I didn't send him any nasty e-viruses (yet.) I did shut down my IM and walk away lest I rip him a new one. I learned a few years ago that if a guy has already been rejected and comes back like this, turning into the bitch from hell just turns him on, which is something I'd rather avoid, thanks just the same. If he contacts me again I'll try blocking him. If that doesn't work I'll change my Yahoo messenger name. It's a royal pain in the butt, because I then have to email or IM everyone on my buddy list and let them know the new name, which means logging in, which means the all-too-real possibility of another contact.
I'd block him now but I'd already deleted his name and forgot to write it down tonight, and I can't remember it. I know it's kris and a five-digit number. Unfortunately that leaves a heck of a lot of possible combinations.
Sheesh... After this I feel no qualms about posting his name. And here I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, trying to hold out the hope that just because he came across as less than stellar, maybe he really wasn't a jerk, after all.
We finally got moved today (the radio station, I mean.) There are boxes stacked in the new location but I got us up and on the air and set up so I can handle everything tomorrow soon as I arrive. We're not sure yet what we'll do in terms of Internet service. I won't have the 'net at work yet so will have to do some of my show prep from home before I ever leave. And the phone wasn't hooked up yet when I left this afternoon - though the phone techs had managed to mess up the phone lines for the OTHER station sharing the building.
Moving is such fun, after all. (And if you buy that, I've got this bridge for sale in Brooklyn...)
I am hoping to get things together enough that I can only work half a day on Monday. I am in dire need of some genuine rest and relaxation. As in maybe sleep, watching television, pretending to be human, maybe even watching the fireworks (provided we have fireworks.)
Speaking of fire, the Cave Creek fire is holding steady around 173,000 acres or thereabouts. The numbers vary according to where you're looking. Lots of smoke, though, drifting thick over this town even though the actual fire is probably twenty or thirty miles away. The photo at left shows what it was like where I worked at about 8:30 this morning. The worst of it did lift during the day but it was still pretty hazy all day.
You can normally see the mountains south of town with absolute clarity unless we're in the middle of a deluge. Today was a whole 'nother story. They were wrapped in smoke all day, even though there wasn't any fire on them, far as I know. But this is the third day where the fire really didn't spread northward. It's stopped at the Verde River, which is what held back the big Willow Fire last year. I know that seems perfectly logical to most readers: fire is stopped by water. Trouble is that the Verde River may or may not contain water, depending on the time of the year. And this time of year it's probably dry as a bone, with brush growing from the sandy riverbed.
Common flora in an Arizona dry river bottom includes mesquite and saltbush, tufts of buffalo grass, and so on. All of those things are fuel to a wildfire, not a deterrant.
So with high winds and favorable conditions, why the heck didn't the fire climb up the mountain and engulf the obvious targets? Heaven only knows. By all logic it should have. Incidentally, the places at risk are the two tiny communities that hosted the strawberry festival I attended two or three weekends ago, and they've got an arts and crafts festival scheduled this weekend.
Ugh... It's 10:30 and I really need to get some sleep. It's gonna be a long, long weekend if the creepazoid shows up on my doorstep. Y'all know I'll have to kill him then. I've already done the stalker thing and while it destroyed me before, now it just pisses me off.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )