August 28, 2003

The good news came when I viewed the new X-Rays. A definite improvement on the sesamoid bone of the left second MPJ when compared with the X-Rays from two weeks ago. The bad news was that removing my second week's cast revealed a rash.

In a perfect world, I would have applied some Witch Hazel and leave it air for an hour. But, this is conventional medicine and I'm in a specialist's office. He put some white cream on it and wrapped it into cast #3. It wasn't so bad until I woke up this morning with a growing itch. ARRGH!

Meanwhile, today is MTV's VMA. Down the way from my train station they've painted the street with their logo and have stuff going on before the ceremony. The good news is there's a Planet's Funniest Animals marathon this weekend on Animal Planet.

DD 12:57pm EST on Thursday, Aug 28, 2003

*sigh*

DD 12:34pm EST on Thursday, Aug 28, 2003

August 26, 2003

Rinstated! Yes! I'm on the iCity Welcoming Team! I even helped someone last night, so there's logs for my monthly report.

Cybertown? Last week I hosted my opening of Sickbay. That was fun! This week it's an event for my neighborhood. I refurbished the hood clubhouse and for the day we'll be open to the public. Afterwards, we'll close and chuck out all the people on our members list who don't live there. Our theme is insects and pests: "The Late Summer Bug-OFF!"

In the "I hate when that happens" department, someone's confided in me about their personal medical problem... [more]

DD 1:13pm EST on Tuesday, Aug 26, 2003

In the land of the virtual...

The other 3D community I go to drastically altered its policies.

iCity is different in structure from Cybertown. One can actually walk up to their home in most cases. Can even walk from one end to the other, venturing into the public places in between along the way.

Getting a job here is not easy. Most options afford socializing with the Israeli set. Can't even read or hear actual Hebrew through the English Blaxxun interface. Just lots of gibberish. Most hours are seven hours before my primetime. I'd landed a Welcoming Team gig but was unable to login for awhile to act on it. Getting reinstated hasn't succeeded thus far.

And perfect timing: They decided to eliminate parking. That is, sitting idle and earning experience points and money by the hour. Points and contributions to the city in the form of missions advanced me in rank, and rank defines privileges and what jobs you can take, what range of homes you can rent, etc. I want that apartment in Old Jaffa which has a private beach. I need to be Rank 5. I can own a private island at my level, but I'm not the Gilligan's Island type.

So missions at the employment center kiosk have been few. Everyone's taking them to rove the city and rate homes for quick money and points. At least with my rank I was able to do a mission which resulted in a turquoise planter on sale in the municipal shops. Woowoo!

DD 1:02pm EST on Tuesday, Aug 26, 2003

What a day!

Yesterday I did some website editing work, with more scheduled for today. Meanwhile in the morning we got 5,000 emails in the accounting inbox. What? All this because of a large mailing? It jumped the first hour by over an additional 100. Suddenly networked sites and web-based applications stopped. For about 2-3 hours, only AIM functioned. Wild rumors of it being regional spread through the office (a call to Dad stopped that one). Eventually AIM went out, and we were digital islands.

Our supervisor started a pool: How many emails would be in the accounting inbox when we went back online? [more]

DD 12:51pm EST on Tuesday, Aug 26, 2003

August 25, 2003

That dork with the blog wrote about me and got an interest SO way off base.

One of my peeves was people thinking I was obsessed with Errol Flynn on a lusting, stalking level. I thought he was one of the few who really understood the mystery of cracking open an enigmatic eccentric's mind to understand what no other fan had.

Naturally it's BECAUSE I am female that this whole notion exists. Some MALE co-dork from that Cr-Apa alpha I once belonged to sent me a freak letter because I pursued the whole Flynn stigmata and he psycho-ily said how heroic FLYNN was and what a great guy he was and how brave. Whoah... a little confused, boy? Flynn was none of those things. Maybe reckless. He couldn't act, he got in trouble, he was mentally disturbed, in part because his mother abused him. But he was a hidden genius and incredibly articulate. The biggest trouble for him has turned out to be guilt-by-association and fags making up stories about getting laid by him (since he isn't alive to punch their lights out LOL), and it wasn't a fair shake since his own health beat him down for all the living trouble he caused.

In passing me and a friend agreed with lots of protection he'd be good for a single fling, but other than eye candy, it wasn't a typical pursuit. And the fans who emailed me on the website have totally burned me out with their similarly freak notions.

He even lied that I had a poster of Errol Flynn over my bed. Totally left out that I needed pics to draw from at first, then to scan for the website (I gave up when I couldn't do any more on the site without retching and I got so much crap from Cr-Apa Alpha that I was totally uninspired to pursue the comic mini-series I learned to draw him for), or that I had lobbies of Oz, Eddie Cantor, and Buster Keaton on my walls as well.

Come here you fuck! I won't wait for the foot to heal: I'll kick your ass NOW!!! You're ANOTHER reason I can never be female on the net! I can never be judged for what IS, just what you twist in your head. It's people like you that made me an numb artificial intelligence! Fucking shithead...

DD 3:13pm EST on Monday, Aug 25, 2003

I see that there will be two types of people I'm going to have to endure over the next 5 weeks: People who profusely insist that I take their seat. People who avoid me and/or avoid me and/or try to make believe I don't exist and slam doors in my face. I've just got a fucking fracture! YOU CAN'T CATCH A FRACTURE, ASSHOLES!

Yeah sure I might have to get used to the first type and store some pride. The doctor would certainly not mind that. But those others (okay there are three types)... as soon as this foot's healed, I'm going to kick their ASSES with it!

Heh!

My foot is really bothering me. It feels mushy inside from the zinc stuff on the bandage. Am I the only one to fear maggots in a cast? Some lasting impression from a Willowbrook documentary... or was it that pointless correlation between Japanese monsters and elephant trunks bulging with worms.

DD 2:57pm EST on Monday, Aug 25, 2003

I guess it's time to get back to thinking.

I came to work to share blackout stories. Three came to work on Friday morning with Internet apparently up and running by then. One said Anthony stayed in the office overnight, unable to get back to New Jersey and aware he couldn't return if he had (chances are the former was unlikely anyway); he finally got home Friday evening. Several walked home to Brooklyn or the Bronx, a few had friends or family in parts of Manhattan. Our supervisor threw her back out sitting in the same cramped express bus seat for 4+ hours. yes, those were the LUCKY express buses.

I understand the boards in the lunchroom had invitations for people to stay w/co-workers who had room and fancied a sweltering slumberparty. I put "blackout" on my timesheet for Friday. Others put their full day of work, one put a sad emoticon. Basically no one flinched about my not being able to call in or come to work.

Emails went out to our entire list last night in anticipation of new site changes. Deluge due to commence. Some initial heresay mailings and the question I guess nobody anticipated: "Will I have to cancel now and then resubscribe after the site change?" I thought that very unique reasoning until I got a few more similar replies.

DD 2:57pm EST on Monday, Aug 25, 2003