Category: Real Life

  • Diabetes Daycare

    At the class on the 7th floor of Burnaby General.

    Got my blood sugar metre, connected it via Bluetooth, so the results would be stored. It has a decent app, and it looks like there are other apps that’ll interface with the data. It’ll even send emails/texts like this one:

    Last blood sugar reading: 5.4, After Meal, In Range
    Date/Time: 01 Jun 2016, 10:11

    It’s a Bluetooth link, and I’ve a habit of keeping my Bluetooth off. Thinking I’ll get a RFID couple of  stickers for the case, tap the phone, unlock it, enable the Bluetooth, then tap the phone against the case again to shut the Bluetooth back off. Something to look into.

    Beyond that, I’ve got tools now, which means I can track things better.

    I’ve been tracking my walks on my phone via the onboard pedometer and GPS, but I wonder if I should get a fitbit or something more accurate. I’ve got a good Garmin watch, that I should reinstall on my new pc, now that I’ve managed to free up some USB ports.

    Jeeves, add that to my to-do list and remind me to do it in 6 hours.

    Wait. I don’t have a Jeeves. Damn it.

  • Weekly board games – end of may.

    51st State Master set, arrived in the mail yesterday, got in two games of it last night. Despite the similarities to Imperial Settlers, it plays fairly different. The limit on the tokens you can convert per turn changes the dynamic. You can’t just work with the raw materials.

    Innovation, twice over the weekend. It plays fairly quickly, though it gets a big chaotic with 4 players.

    Shipwrights of the North Sea. Sunday night. Drafting ships and workers, with limited space. Workers are your income and base material to convert to other goods. It’s interesting. But seemed to stall midgame.

  • Social training

    A recent facebook post a trio who saw someone drug a woman’s drink and then told her about it got me thinking about social conditioning. Specifically that for the most part, people don’t intercede in things. There are a few exceptions, who have that protective impulse that overrides the Someone Else’s Problem Field that so often protects the perpetrators.

    Would it make any sense to create a group that operates something like improve anywhere, but with a domestic abuse focus? Creating scenes in public and seeing who, if anyone, intercedes, and then perhaps talking to the witnesses about it afterwards?

    I can see this having a few legal hurdles and a few ethical ones. Some people might find being exposed to such things to be triggering. Overall though, would it be worth it? I think if it contributed to the dialogue, it might be.

    A recent reddit thread, people were talking about how it didn’t matter who they were, if they left their drink unwatched, they pitched it out. It felt like it was implied that not doing so was foolish, which to me feels like victim blaming. Often times, that seems to be where the conversation in society is at when it comes to domestic abuse, various forms of rape, etc.

    Part of that is sadly just the nature of the offense. If the perp is anonymous, it is hard to mentally assign the blame to them, and for many people, the residual blame will just drift onto the person who disturbed their quiet illusion of a safe world, the victim. And in cases where the perp isn’t anonymous, but is someone that you don’t want to believe would do such things, it’s hard to accept it. Another comfortable illusion at risk, the trust you had. The person wasn’t the monster you were expecting. They did monstrous things, but there wasn’t all the warning signs that you were taught to expect; they were just too normal.

    Of course there’s also the sort who have a reputation and are known to be a problem, but action isn’t taken against them, for various reasons. Those bother me the most.

  • Content generation

    It was suggested earlier that I should consider doing a podcast. That I take my gift for writing and create some decent serial content.

    This means I need a writing partner, and a session partner. Any volunteers?

    Also, there is a suggestion to create a series about using esports to influence frat boys into rivalries in a series of vaultec style experiments. Monoculture and tribalism.

  • Writing a bit more, but not writing enough.

    I need to be working on more of my fiction. I need to be reading and writing on a daily basis. I haven’t worked on much fiction lately, and I really should be. The only way to become a better writer is to write, to keep putting words down. Minimal edits for clarity, rather than writing and rewriting the same chunk over and over again, until you bugger off from frustration.

  • The Patrician’s Oubliette

    A few months back, I killed my fetlife account, ceased being active in the community, and basically put that aspect of my life on the backburner, including dating.

    There were a few things that caused this, one factor was my continued discomfort with the toxic masculine behavior I kept seeing online.  The final straw though, was lack of reaction from the community to an act I considered to be unforgivably wrong by someone else in the community.

    Last weekend, a local promoter called me, because he thought he needed a last minute favor. I agreed, showed up, helped with things. Didn’t attend the event, just helped with the setup. I thought about, but decided against it.

    Later in the week, I helped with the load out, showing up with the van to move the gear. On the way back, we had a conversation about the event and various things. Some of it reminded me of what I’ve been missing about the community.

    So, I’m trying to figure out how to go about it. How to reactivate my account, how to reconnect with people, get myself out there again. In the meantime, I’m focusing on my health goals in the background.

    I’m still having the same issue with dating that I was having before. It’s hard to explain, but basically it boils down to this. There are plenty of aggressive and abrasive assholes out there, hitting on women, both within the community and in the general online community. It bothers me, though it’s hard for me to articulate exactly how and why, beyond the simple “Treat expletive-ing people with respect, they’re people, expletive for brains.”

    I don’t know how to stand out from that crowd, when I’m uncomfortable enough wading into that cesspool in the first place. Mostly what I do well, is writing. The problem is, writing isn’t really something people appreciate these days, as people tend to TL; DR most of it.

    My brain keeps bouncing off a brick wall when I try to figure out how to best express what I am. Especially since I keep feeling like I need to distance myself from the toxic ideals that I keep seeing. I don’t know how to explain that part, though perhaps by saying I’m not suffering from “Nice Guy Syndrome”, but at the same time, I’m generally a nice guy.

    Right! This is an issue of semiotics; specifically shorthand, expectations and frames of reference.

  • Skipped the party.

    I can move things, but I’ve no reason to try to be part of things. I’m not what belongs there anymore.

    I’ve grown off in a strange direction, somehow.

    I’m in a poorly tailored meatsuit, one that is falling apart from neglect.

    I’ve no desire to expose myself to my past. The regrets would likely carve a chunk from my chest.

    Disjointed and malformed thoughts. Hindsight forsaken for fear of clarity and painful truth.

    Friendships have felt strangely empty. I’m out of phase, so the handshake is fragmentary.

  • Went hiking

    So, I hiked up the TransCanada trail, from the base of SFU, over at Dalla Tina Ave, up and around to Cardiac Hill, and back down. It was about 9km, over the course of 2 hours. I went with a small group, a couple friends from work, some others who were in the area. I lagged a bit behind for most of it, the rest of them in better shape.

    Afterwards, I had intended to be social, but that didn’t work out. My legs were a little too sore, same with my feet. But I’ll probably do something similar next week.

  • Returns…

    So, tonight I’m headed back to Club 23. Now known as Hindenburg. It was a place I spent more than a few nights over the years. Some good times, some rough times.

    I’m going to be working it, moving furniture, helping with getting an event up and running. For a community that I’m not sure I’m part of anymore.

    I am fond of the people who have asked for my help, which is why I’m doing it. I’m just unclear if I’ll fit into things these days.

    I killed my fetlife account, after a promoter who used to work at this club posted a link to something I’d written and tagged my real name on the post.

    I’m wondering if I should bring back the account.

    I’m wondering quite a few things these days.

    I’m dealing with the diabetes, though I lack the equipment to really understand the effectiveness. Though that’ll change soon. Next month, I get my diabetes daycare classes.

     

  • Two weeks later.

    Well, I’ve been watching my diet and I’m back to walking around 30 minutes a day. I’ve dropped down to 345lbs, which is surprising progress. Surprising enough that I am doubting the scale currently.

    Other than that, the weekend was a bust again. Didn’t manage Shadowrun, which was expected, didn’t manage the backup plan either.

    Did play some video games. The new episodic Hitman is pretty decent. Though it seems like I’m having issues with getting up to the third floor on the Italy level.

    I need to be writing more, I think. But I’m often lacking in inspiration these days.