I gotta start making these journal entries smaller, or I'm never gonna update this thing. I've been putting this one off anyway because I didn't want to call a very good thing before I was confident in it, but now I am! There's a lot I didn't say or post here with regards to my last grocery store job, because it was just bad all around. The people were nasty, the management was sketchy, communication was hilariously nonexistent, managers would literally ignore you when you needed their help. I Read more
I've been meaning to write this post for literally a week now! I'm just...really busy at this point. And likely to fall asleep the moment I get out of work. I haven't talked much about my job on here because I think everyone around me is a little sick of the "Cammy doesn't like his job" carousel even though this one probably legitimately deserves the complaints. At my last two jobs, I was at fault, really—a lot of me being a baby for no reason, a lot of issues with customers and other employees Read more
I'm in one of those dry spells with the journal right now where I'm not particularly into updating it. I should get back into it; lots has been going on. I guess it's the pileup that makes it overwhelming. Let's do a roundup quick with the last two hours of the month. nofi nofi is complete! I just need to draw a bunch more Alexis for it and it'll be finished. As of right now, though, all the pages are in place and they work great on Netscape 3.0. Your favorite retro browser will love it too. Read more
This past week, and really the month as a whole, has been odd. Frankly, I was wondering if any of this making-stuff-and-posting-it-online business was still worth it. To be clear, it's been a mixture of things—the 25 year itch (I'll be 25 in June), folks in Somnolescent being busy or stressed out with life on their own, alternating indecision and disinterest in my art and writing, my own struggle at finding a job—but the last straw, and where this affects the Internet, a place I'd really like Read more
If that wasn't the longest pause on journal entries yet, it's probably close. I'm so out of practice with these! For a bit, it was because I genuinely didn't feel like updating it, and now I have a bit of a pileup of stuff to cover, so let's not let that put me off further. I'll split them up into sections. Let's go! Protoweb! I've already posted this literally everywhere, but my first Protoweb restoration has been accepted! I restored imax.com, circa 1998. It was in incredibly good shape for a Read more
I'm back in the US now. It's 6AM local time as I write this—or 10AM in Wales time. I'm still operating four hours ahead of myself. I fell asleep at 10PM accidentally the past two nights. Of all the days I'd have to fly to Ireland for a connecting flight, of course it'd be St. Patrick's Day. I didn't intend for that, nor did I even remember the day existed (due to my allergy of sixth- and seventh-generation Americans who still consider themselves Irish). That was fun! Dublin is the only airport Read more
Well, I was supposed to be back home yesterday. I am not. I am still in Cardiff. Let's talk about how this all happened. My flight was to depart at 10:45. I was not aware of the rule that check-in closes an hour to departure. For extra hilarity, thanks to a rule with my carrier in the US, my phone's international calling and roaming is disabled by the 5th. "I'll be home soon, it's all good," I think. I'll get back to that.
Caby and I make it to Heathrow departures at 9:50. The check-in fails. I Read more
Before we begin, NEW CABY SITE. NOT A DRILL. PLEASE GO VISIT IT. OLD FLASH GAME VIBES ARE EVERYWHERE. IT'S ADORABLE AND IT'S FUN. Paired with that, she wrote a journal last night while I was out getting snacks from Lidl with Trys, and she's been chewing on a lot of the same thoughts that I have about leaving. It's a phenomenally bittersweet thing, more so than last time. It's become so natural, this trip has been so relaxed, so domestic, and yet I am so much more aware of myself and what I'm Read more
Think like you haven't ever, try to remember the days When we would talk 'til the light, before morning Your summer neck is burned with salt and sand I lost my fingers trying to find your old hands In time, maybe We'll discover we Could've been closer to the core, yeah In time, maybe We'll discover we Could've been closer, closer It's funny, how perspective works. I've mentioned this before, but I've really sequestered myself these past few years. There's only so often you can watch things blow Read more
I write this sitting in Caby's family lounge! I would stream tonight, but I've just gotten situated in Cardiff with all my logins and shower stuff and I've been recuperating. The world can wait a week. I am rather glad we stayed in London a day less this time. It's a lovely city, but it sure is noisy. And big. And we had a few snags navigating back to Cardiff. We had to contend with line maintenance—the Piccadilly Line that normally services Heathrow was partially closed, leading to us using Read more
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