Again?

Guess what happened this week?

WE BLEW ANOTHER FUSE IN THE APARTMENT!

I would not find this SO bothersome except that the chart showing which fuse is for what is so worn out that I have a better time reading Mandarin than I do trying to figure out what the fuck I am doing.

I had an interesting idea for a post! I don’t have time to get it all ready before this goes live, so it will have to wait a week. Though not research heavy, I want to make sure that I get my facts correct. I also plan on garnishing a few opinions from the wheelchair community. This way, if my writings are wrong, I cannot take full blame!

So, yeah: be on the up-and-up for that next week.

In case, for whatever fucking reason, you want to help: the topic will be on learning to move in a wheelchair. Leave me a comment, and we’ll talk. I have some metaphors and tips lined up.

I am going to take advantage of this post to gush about my favourite EP. “Everywhere and his Nasty Parlour Tricks” is one of Modest Mouse’s many EPs that they have released over their long career. This particular one came out in 2001, just before “Good News for People Who Love Bad News.” It feels like it. All of the floaty guitar lines and strange, yet horribly brilliant, lyrics. It was so close at hitting my top list that I published a while ago

I have been asked why I don’t link the albums/books I am talking about, but funny story: I DO! The image below the post (and above this explanation) is a link for the Amazon page for the item in question. Usually, it is right to the Amazon store page. Sometimes I can only find an independent seller. Anyway, I am sorry to get so condescending about this, I just wanted to put the explanation somewhere to quell any further inquisitions.

Stumped.

The single most confusing thing to me is people who expect me to walk who have never seen me walking. It infuriates me to no end, and I am not sure what they are getting out of picturing me walking around. I am as independent as possible and RARELY ask for assistance: so it’s not like I am begging for a hand doing simple tasks.

No. I can no longer drive. Even if I started walking tomorrow, the seizures have made that a fact. I am, however, not driving. I always got myself around and rarely asked for rides. I even avoid making plans to events I know I have only a small chance to get to.

The major thing that I missed from driving was the soundtracks that I concocted to join me on the venture. Yes, I can listen to what I want to when I want to now, but there is something magical about music playing over your actions.