A Deadly Game of Cat and Blender
Jan. 26th, 2002 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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First up, I had absoballeylutely no idea, but Amy is on LJ as well. Most cool.
Today has kinda been a no nuthing, do nuthing day. I worked on coloring Part Two of the old A Different Perspective comics, which you can see here.
Other than that, today has been Crunching WAVs down to MP3s (yes, legally obtained WAVs for those of you who frown upon such things) and dodging Dad's constant nagging dissertations and questions about weather. Topics du jour were "How do I meditate" (Which I answered him, but he simply used it as a launching pad for beating up on himself), "Why don't they show the endings to cases on COPS," and "Why does everyone blame the parents of The American Taliban WHose Name Escapes ME."
I hate these dissertations. They pull me away from work I WANT to do, to give dad a chance to talk at length about nothing. I get VERY impatient with him about that because he often asks the same questions every few weeks, and nine times out of ten, his questions are used to FIND a reason for him to beat up on himself. CONSTANTLY.
He loves to talk to me about "I was a terrible father, wasn't I?" when he wasn't. If I tell him no, he fishes for something - ANYTHING - so that he can dwell on it and feel bad. He reads self-help books so that he can fail at them, and feel bad. And he knows he does it..he just can't stop it. He also knows that HIS mom (my grandma) literally imprinted this on him, and I can see why. She's not happy unless she's miserable...and everyone ELSE around is miserable, too.
Jeeze. My grandma messed with my Dad, my mom messes with my head.
Maybe this world would be better off run like Logan's Run...with baby's taken away at birth and raised by humming computers until 18. Humming computers don't fuck their kids up.
Yeah, I'm annoyed. When I'm interrupted every ten minutes or so, I get that way.
First up, I had absoballeylutely no idea, but Amy is on LJ as well. Most cool.
Today has kinda been a no nuthing, do nuthing day. I worked on coloring Part Two of the old A Different Perspective comics, which you can see here.
Other than that, today has been Crunching WAVs down to MP3s (yes, legally obtained WAVs for those of you who frown upon such things) and dodging Dad's constant nagging dissertations and questions about weather. Topics du jour were "How do I meditate" (Which I answered him, but he simply used it as a launching pad for beating up on himself), "Why don't they show the endings to cases on COPS," and "Why does everyone blame the parents of The American Taliban WHose Name Escapes ME."
I hate these dissertations. They pull me away from work I WANT to do, to give dad a chance to talk at length about nothing. I get VERY impatient with him about that because he often asks the same questions every few weeks, and nine times out of ten, his questions are used to FIND a reason for him to beat up on himself. CONSTANTLY.
He loves to talk to me about "I was a terrible father, wasn't I?" when he wasn't. If I tell him no, he fishes for something - ANYTHING - so that he can dwell on it and feel bad. He reads self-help books so that he can fail at them, and feel bad. And he knows he does it..he just can't stop it. He also knows that HIS mom (my grandma) literally imprinted this on him, and I can see why. She's not happy unless she's miserable...and everyone ELSE around is miserable, too.
Jeeze. My grandma messed with my Dad, my mom messes with my head.
Maybe this world would be better off run like Logan's Run...with baby's taken away at birth and raised by humming computers until 18. Humming computers don't fuck their kids up.
Yeah, I'm annoyed. When I'm interrupted every ten minutes or so, I get that way.
