fatrockstar: (fambly)
My sister is in a strange land about to experience a wonderful thing. Up until a week or so ago I was ready to buy her entire registry to help her prepare for that, but now I am not.

Unlike my mother and her sister(s), Charlotte and I actually like each other. There is no resentment or hostility here, just a genuine want for her to be happy and healthy and in a good place. I am my sister's champion, even when she pisses me off like she did in 1983 when she destroyed my only copy of John Denver and The Muppets on cassette. Yes, she was barely two, but still... I love my sister and want the world for her.

If you have a few bucks to spare, please make a purchase from my sister's registry. Her friends have not bothered, and extended family cannot be relied on. Heck, a congratulations card would be appreciated. Registry info is on my FB wall -- for those outside my FB circle please email me.
fatrockstar: (The Man in Black)
You are an idiot. Pull your head out of your ass and email your daughter. She is pregnant with your grandchild and wants to know that her daddy loves her and cares about her well-being. There are no "lessons" to be conveyed here. Nothing at all will be gained by sharing long-winded philosophical navel-gazing with her. She will simply think that you are a loony who cares only about himself.

Please, for all that is sacred, do the Christian thing and show your daughter some love and consideration. Our children inevitably disappoint us, but that does not make them unworthy of love and acceptance.

Oh, and Fuck You for being a pious asshole in the first place. "Intellectual Christian" my ass.

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fatrockstar: (Martha)
I am not traveling in Europe and have not found myself with only 30 minutes of time at a library computer. Just want to put that out there.

With very little to spare, I managed to have a Christmas that was pretty nice. I tried to send my sister a piece of nostalgia as a gift, but I think it didn't get there in one piece. I can't tell - she didn't pick up her phone on Friday OR Saturday, and all I have to go on is a cryptic text message. If she hates it, fine. Something is better than nothing, which is what I get from her every year. I'd rather not worry, though. She'd better call soon.

Lots of video games came my way. I only wish I had the strength to play them. One was a fitness game for my Wii that I'd been mooning over for a while (yay!) but I won't be able to play it until I get over this cold.

I hate being sick.

Lots of chicken soup and vitamin C. I'm hoping this time around won't require any Afrin. Cold medicine is expensive.
fatrockstar: (Default)
In the year 2000, I had just begun my relationship with Garret. In the course of two weeks I started a new job, attended a family reunion, and had my 19-year-old sister join me in my one-bedroom apartment. It was a little crazy.

I promised my sister I would not bring up anything about the month she stayed with me to her, mainly because it was a difficult time and I was stressed out by her visit. I wrote a lot of things on my then-blog, wynnec.com, vented with Garret, and butted heads with her. Not that it helped much, but in an effort to set a good example of not dwelling in the past I told her I didn't want to discuss it anymore because there wasn't a damn thing either of us could do to change what had happened. All we could do was move on.

Ken was getting acquainted with my art supply cabinet recently and found one of my old sketchbooks. It had a lot of old sketches in it that I had forgotten about. A lot of them were of Garret, back when I was all memegoo over him. Some were of Teamun in all his turtley goodness. I think there were some character sketches for a comic I wanted to do in there, too, but I digress...

Behind the cut is a strip I did of a daily occurrence in my apartment while my sister stayed with me. )


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