The Runcible Blog

Not to be overly dramatic, but although I'm starting a new and exciting job tomorrow, my personal life is once again up in the air.

Is it too much to ask my best friend and companion to be supportive rather than resentful? Is it unreasonable to expect that I won't be manipulated and made to feel like crap by someone I care about? Is relative stability even possible?

To me, stability doesn't mean boring routine and a constrained life -- it just means that I'm not forced to think about where I'm going to live (and with whom) every weekend. It means I don't have to become a mind reader to understand my partner, and that my partner will make some small effort to maintain the partnership rather than running away from home any time something doesn't go well.

I know I'm ranting, but what better purpose for a blog than for passive aggressive venting when all modes of communication are suppressed?

Now is not a good time to have to move (not that I want to move anyway), but I can't go on being treated like garbage because of someone else's whim or uncontrolled anger.

Not to be overly dramatic, but although I'm starting a new and exciting job tomorrow, my personal life is once again up in the air.

Is it too much to ask my best friend and companion to be supportive rather than resentful? Is it unreasonable to expect that I won't be manipulated and made to feel like crap by someone I care about? Is relative stability even possible?

To me, stability doesn't mean boring routine and a constrained life -- it just means that I'm not forced to think about where I'm going to live (and with whom) every weekend. It means I don't have to become a mind reader to understand my partner, and that my partner will make some small effort to maintain the partnership rather than running away from home any time something doesn't go well.

I know I'm ranting, but what better purpose for a blog than for passive aggressive venting when all modes of communication are suppressed?

Now is not a good time to have to move (not that I want to move anyway), but I can't go on being treated like garbage because of someone else's whim or uncontrolled anger.

Ah, breasts. Here's an article about the evolution of breasts found via reddit. I learned so much about human nature (and myself!) after reading about why women have those wonderful, floppy bags of fat...

I noticed a man walking his strange-looking black pug ahead of me near The Druid on Cambridge Street. When I passed him, I looked back and recognized his face.

me: Do I know you?

him: [skeptically] No, I don't think so...

me: What's your name?

him: Errol...

me: Errol Morris!

Errol: Yeah.

me: Nice to meet you! [shakes hand] Well, I don't know you, but... [walks away]

Errol: [turns down Oak Street] ...And Jackpot.

me: Jackpot? He's cute.

Errol: Thanks.

So, I totally blew my chance to learn everything about documentary film making from Errol Morris. Geeze, who would've thought?! Maybe I'll spot him walking Jackpot some other time, and then I'll be prepared with questions. Although, now that he knows there's some weirdo with a pierced septum who recognizes him, he'll probably change his route...

It's pretty close to official: I'm going to be working at Tabblo a week from Monday! Needless to say, I'm quite excited, but considering it's 11:20 on a Friday night after a long short week, I won't go into the details of my excitement about the future.

I'll say more later, but in the meantime, chickety-check me out on Tabblo. Then, try it out for yourself!