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Well that took a turn for the serious
Jul. 13th, 2013 08:52 amI should really begin my assault on something but right now I'm kind of blah. Yesterday I moved my mini cube stack (the one with only two instead of four) to the top of my hope chest and spent time putting the MH dolls on stands because they really are basically being packed up last. This frees up space in front of the BIG bookcase, though I still need to gut the smaller one before a proper assault on the large one can begin.
Yesterday evening I thought I would begin my tour of the office only I realized why I'd never managed to get much further than I already had: most of the stuff on the side I was starting with is Mumsy's and I don't know what she's keeping and what she's not. So. I stalled. It wasn't until sometime after our late dinner that I realized I should have just switched over to the left side of the room which is filled with my crap. Oi. Might do that in a little bit.
Instead of doing that, I went looking for Scentsy info. I don't know why as I have no interest in selling the stuff (I might if I thought I could sell to myself but then I read the Things You Must Do To Stay One Of Us and realized, nope, not gonna happen) and there are only so many warmers a human being could possibly use and I've got eleventy billion bars already (and 12 more on the way!) but I like knowing things. So Cass mentions there's a loyalty program (I swear they write these things in the most complicated language they can manage short of slipping into Corporate Proper or Legalese) and I go off in search of info on that when she doesn't immediately reply (I had to wait a precious five whole minutes! Egads!) and in addition to the Overly Complicated Loyalty Copy I found the Fall 2013 catalog and pictures from their little shindig the last couple of days that showcased the holiday lineup.
Which we will peek at in more detail in a bit. (Whoot plug-in! I hear you calling my naaaame!) In general though, if the holiday stuff is It (and I doubt it, there seems to be a slight lacking in the sheer numbers alone) I am disappointed. Last year's lineup was pretty sweet but this years (again, if pictures are to be believed) looks like a rehash of last year's with a giant candy corn thrown in. Um... no? I don't mind bringing back the awesome of last year but you don't rest on that. Giant candy corn is just not cutting it, Scentsy. So here's hoping there's more awesome in store.
I must admit that flipping through the virtual catalog, there are a couple of warmers I will likely cave on. Oi.
One last thing before I head off to war: Last night the cat and I watched the latest episode of The Fosters. In it, Callie's sorta boyfriend, Wyatt, invites her to a party he's throwing at his house. The catch is that it's a foreclosure party because the bank is taking his house. So it's a bit of a pity party and a lot of a fuck you party. Which I'm on board for, but I'm thinking whoever wrote this episode was guessing at some of this.
Mostly because the things Callie says are just not quite right. I can't think of the first thing that pinged as wrong, but at the actual party, where Wyatt is handing out spray paint, glow in the dark stuff, and god knows what else to destroy the house, Callie eventually tries to call Wyatt out by saying, "People are destroying your house, the house you grew up in and you don't seem to care."
Which is just to highlight the breakdown he's about to have but it still never manages to fully grasp why someone would do this. I guess, in the context of the story, it sort of makes sense why Callie wouldn't understand although again, it feels less like Callie not getting it and more like the writer(s) not getting it. She's never had a house, ever. The joy of being a foster kid.
Thing is, as a terribly immature kinda sorta adult, I completely understand destroying the house you are being forced out of, especially if you felt it could have been prevented. If the bank had decided to work with you instead of deciding "fuck it, we want all the money now or we get the house." In Wyatt's completely fictional case, clearly that's how it went, so he's decided they wanted the structure so damn badly, they can have it... after he's made sure that this is clearly a case of be careful what you wish for.
It's not the house that's being destroyed. No, this is the biggest, boldest, only fuck you that you can give to an entity that doesn't care about you (or anyone, really) but only cares about stuff and in this case you're fucking their stuff up royally. The way they fucked you up. Royally.
The thing that kept me from crying after awhile about the fact that hey, we're losing our house, is the knowledge that BoA is thinking they're getting a pretty sweet deal here and yet this place is cursed. I actually think it's legitimately cursed, given that the family before us had money issues concerning the house, too.
So yeah, BoA. You wouldn't let my mother postpone her 'talks' with you while my father was in the hospital (there were threats that if you didn't speak to mums or dad, despite being told he was in the hospital, frequently in the "oh shit" ward, you would just ignore all the work/progress Dad had allegedly made by that point), you kept calling after he died before we had any time to even begin thinking of anything other than getting out of bed, maybe, and you call every day even though this is as close to resolved as it will be short of us actually having left the building.
Every time I think about someone coming in and realizing what the fuck they fought so stupidly hard for even when we stopped fighting back, when someone somewhere might realize that they kind of helped kill my father for this fucking house that was clearly built by drunk people who cut corners EVERYWHERE and sold by a world class asshole who didn't think to mention that there were foundation problems?
I laugh so hard I nearly cry. You wanted it? You can have it.
Yesterday evening I thought I would begin my tour of the office only I realized why I'd never managed to get much further than I already had: most of the stuff on the side I was starting with is Mumsy's and I don't know what she's keeping and what she's not. So. I stalled. It wasn't until sometime after our late dinner that I realized I should have just switched over to the left side of the room which is filled with my crap. Oi. Might do that in a little bit.
Instead of doing that, I went looking for Scentsy info. I don't know why as I have no interest in selling the stuff (I might if I thought I could sell to myself but then I read the Things You Must Do To Stay One Of Us and realized, nope, not gonna happen) and there are only so many warmers a human being could possibly use and I've got eleventy billion bars already (and 12 more on the way!) but I like knowing things. So Cass mentions there's a loyalty program (I swear they write these things in the most complicated language they can manage short of slipping into Corporate Proper or Legalese) and I go off in search of info on that when she doesn't immediately reply (I had to wait a precious five whole minutes! Egads!) and in addition to the Overly Complicated Loyalty Copy I found the Fall 2013 catalog and pictures from their little shindig the last couple of days that showcased the holiday lineup.
Which we will peek at in more detail in a bit. (Whoot plug-in! I hear you calling my naaaame!) In general though, if the holiday stuff is It (and I doubt it, there seems to be a slight lacking in the sheer numbers alone) I am disappointed. Last year's lineup was pretty sweet but this years (again, if pictures are to be believed) looks like a rehash of last year's with a giant candy corn thrown in. Um... no? I don't mind bringing back the awesome of last year but you don't rest on that. Giant candy corn is just not cutting it, Scentsy. So here's hoping there's more awesome in store.
I must admit that flipping through the virtual catalog, there are a couple of warmers I will likely cave on. Oi.
One last thing before I head off to war: Last night the cat and I watched the latest episode of The Fosters. In it, Callie's sorta boyfriend, Wyatt, invites her to a party he's throwing at his house. The catch is that it's a foreclosure party because the bank is taking his house. So it's a bit of a pity party and a lot of a fuck you party. Which I'm on board for, but I'm thinking whoever wrote this episode was guessing at some of this.
Mostly because the things Callie says are just not quite right. I can't think of the first thing that pinged as wrong, but at the actual party, where Wyatt is handing out spray paint, glow in the dark stuff, and god knows what else to destroy the house, Callie eventually tries to call Wyatt out by saying, "People are destroying your house, the house you grew up in and you don't seem to care."
Which is just to highlight the breakdown he's about to have but it still never manages to fully grasp why someone would do this. I guess, in the context of the story, it sort of makes sense why Callie wouldn't understand although again, it feels less like Callie not getting it and more like the writer(s) not getting it. She's never had a house, ever. The joy of being a foster kid.
Thing is, as a terribly immature kinda sorta adult, I completely understand destroying the house you are being forced out of, especially if you felt it could have been prevented. If the bank had decided to work with you instead of deciding "fuck it, we want all the money now or we get the house." In Wyatt's completely fictional case, clearly that's how it went, so he's decided they wanted the structure so damn badly, they can have it... after he's made sure that this is clearly a case of be careful what you wish for.
It's not the house that's being destroyed. No, this is the biggest, boldest, only fuck you that you can give to an entity that doesn't care about you (or anyone, really) but only cares about stuff and in this case you're fucking their stuff up royally. The way they fucked you up. Royally.
The thing that kept me from crying after awhile about the fact that hey, we're losing our house, is the knowledge that BoA is thinking they're getting a pretty sweet deal here and yet this place is cursed. I actually think it's legitimately cursed, given that the family before us had money issues concerning the house, too.
So yeah, BoA. You wouldn't let my mother postpone her 'talks' with you while my father was in the hospital (there were threats that if you didn't speak to mums or dad, despite being told he was in the hospital, frequently in the "oh shit" ward, you would just ignore all the work/progress Dad had allegedly made by that point), you kept calling after he died before we had any time to even begin thinking of anything other than getting out of bed, maybe, and you call every day even though this is as close to resolved as it will be short of us actually having left the building.
Every time I think about someone coming in and realizing what the fuck they fought so stupidly hard for even when we stopped fighting back, when someone somewhere might realize that they kind of helped kill my father for this fucking house that was clearly built by drunk people who cut corners EVERYWHERE and sold by a world class asshole who didn't think to mention that there were foundation problems?
I laugh so hard I nearly cry. You wanted it? You can have it.
