gridlore: The Imperial Sunburst from the Traveller role-playing game (Gaming - Sunburst)
Today I dropped off a ton of books and old games at Half-Price Books and got just enough back to pick up Mongoose Traveller 2nd Edition. I like Half-Price because even though they don't pay the highest price, they take everything you bring in. We have cleared enough space to shelve all our books on actual bookcases, with room to spare.

My standard for removing a book from the collection is simple. If I look at it and either remember completely from reading a single line or just have no desire to ever read it again, it goes away. I know many of my friends see getting rid of books as anathema, but we live in very cramped quarters and need the space.

Now to Traveller, purchased at my Friendly Local Game Store. Whenever possible, I prefer to buy locally and from small businesses. I practice what I preach. The new Traveller is a very nice book. The print is clear and large enough to be easily read. There are some odd breaks here and there that leave you searching for where the text resumes, but that's pretty rare. The illustrations are full color and well done, evoking the feel of Classic Traveller. I love that the equipment chapter is set up as a catalog, with illustrations and sales text. This moves Central Supply Catalog to the Must Buy Soon position.

First look at the rules shows a nice, clean system that uses a simple target number system. 2D6+Skill+Characterisitic modifier. Clear rules for time (and the benefits and penalties for taking your time or rushing things) and modifiers for things like having excellent tools or working under harsh conditions. Combat is equally streamlined but will have a bit of a learning curve to master. On the surface, it looks deadly, which I approve of heartily.

Lots of options in character generation. No, dying is no longer an option. These kids today will never know that joy. But you have 12 broad career paths, each with three subsets, allowing for lots of customization. As an example, the Noble career allows you to be in Administration, serve as a Diplomat, or, my favorite, the Dilittante, a useless scoundrel living off the family's fortune and name . . . or is he something more?

In each four-year term, the character gets a misnamed survival roll and an advancement roll. Failing the survival roll takes you to a disaster table and ejection from that career (usually.) There is also an Events table for each career category. These rolls really help define the character, creating not only narrative points, but giving the character contacts, allies, and rivals; all of which create potential storylines to explore.

A character is free to try to enlist in a new career after each term, although it gets harder as you get older. One career, Drifter, is an automatic option for anyone expelled from a previous career. (This really describes the career path of Beowulf Shaffer, come to think of it.) Mustering out and aging is similar to earlier editions.

There is a 13th career path: Prisoner. Several results on the various disaster tables can send you to prison; local, planetary, or Imperial, it's up to you, and you stay until you roll for parole. Again, a great character-building tool.

Just thinking about it, I'm realizing that John Rambo was a three-term character: Army, Drifter, Prisoner. No one would say he was an inefficient character!

Delving further, we get the skill listings with subskills as needed. I might make a pistol/longarm subskill requirement for my game. The skills for shooting are quite different. But the skills are comprehensive and well described. A good chapter on environmental dangers, animals, and encounters. All sorts of way to die!

Then we get the starships! Operations, combat, and a selection of some of the classic designs all with "exploded floorplan" deck plans. Very, very nice, but I have to reread the chapter to answer some questions I have about fuel use. A short chapter on psionic powers, trade, and then a woefully short chapter on world building.

Lastly, we get the sample setting: the Sindal subsector. This one hurts a bit, as Sindal is in the Trojan Reach. I had the contract to write the Trojan Reach for Steve Jackson Games and the project got killed due to my failures and declining sales of GURPS Traveller. Still, it's a good basic subsector.

This is a good game and playable as is. I'll have no trouble teaching new players. I plan on starting a game in January. Finders, Inc. is looking for YOU!
gridlore: One of the penguins from "Madagascar," captioned "It's all some kind of whacked-out conspiracy." (Penguin - Conspiracy)
I have no idea what to write. I want to keep my streak alive, but I feel like shit and have no ready subject at hand. Also, I'm on heavy duty pain-killers right now after having yet another growth on my back biopsied. Fun times.

As usual, I've been sent to a new doctor. I had a dermatologist, but she left the area shortly after my first set of skin tumors were pulled off. That was the year the county just decided all on their own that I didn't want health insurance anymore. No that was a fun fuck up to clear up.

But anyway, this is why we need single payer in this country, or failing that, California. A few weeks ago I noticed some rough stops on my back that were painful to the touch. Having had this before, I knew I had to see a dermatologist. But I can't just call a dermatologist. No, first I have to make an appointment with my primary care doctor. So he can look at me for five minutes and agree that I need to see a specialist.

As an aside, almost all my doctors are Asian at this point, from all across the spectrum. This become relevant soon, I swear.

Having done my job in informing the primary care, I wait for an authorization letter from Anthem Blue Cross, who do the paperwork for my version of Medicaid. Now let's recap: I've had benign skin tumors before, but there is no guarantee that this batch will be the same. I, and my doctor, have both said "is cancer? Could be!" to the insurer. Which is why after a long week's wait, I finally called my doctor back to ask where my referral was? Another few days, and I finally get a phone number.

Call that, get an appointment. Place in Milpitas, right along Montague Expressway, where they are building the Bart extenstion. Nice little office block. Find my building and suite, go in, and . . .

It's a clinic that mostly caters to Vietnamese folks getting cosmetic laser surgery. It's an eye-rounding clinic, folks. And I'm in there with my poor-folk insurance. Fuck My Life.

At least the staff speaks English, mostly.

Meet the doctor, who seems a bit brusque. Go over medical history, quick exam, schedule biopsy date. All what I should have been able to do before! In one phone call! This is the part that drives me insane!

Anyway, after several weeks of tumor growth (I'm paranoid about cancer for some reason) I finally go in Monday. Which is when I learn that I really need a new dermatologist. First of all, one of the receptionists, who was very soft-spoken with a HEAVY Vietnamese accent, was trying to get through some insurance providers phone tree. On speaker. Those things don't work in perfect conditions half the time. The better part is I can her the identification numbers the machine is asking for and the numbers she's replying with! This is the equivalent of reading your credit card number out loud on a bus.

Go back, and learn that my skin-care physician isn't brusque, he just has the personality of a bag of wet sand. I'm not kidding. I got nothing close to a human reaction the entire time I was there. Medical robots in Star Wars have better patient skills. The biopsy itself was easy, lidocaine is awesome. But here's where I got mad. After explaining that I'm a stroke survivor and really need instructions written down, he just told me what to do for wound care and sent me out the door. Not even a good-bye.

Luckily, I remembered what he told me. Mainly because it was kind of weird (I've never been given a lesson in how to apply a band-aid before.) Made my appointment for the stitches removal and discussion of what was found, and got the hell out of Dodge.

But I can't help think how much easier it would be with single payer. I'd call Dr. Son and say I need to see a dermatologist, can he recommend anyone? Or just look up a local dermatologist and make an appointment. No fuss with referrals and who is in network and who is out, just calling a doctor when you need one.

Same goes for ER visits and ambulances. If you need to be rushed to the hospital, call 911 and get a cool ride! If you're like me and have a stroke, you shouldn't wake up and immediately wonder how you're paying for it.

We are the only industrialized Western nation that doesn't offer single payer. Let's elect people who want to fix that.
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Default)
Work continues on the Free Trailer Beowulf. I'm going to straight up admit that Kirsten has been doing most of the grunt work, and she's been stunning.

One thing we learned early is that we suck at backing the trailer into parking spots. To fix that, she bought a hitch dolly. A simple ball hitch attached to a wheeled dolly. Our trailer is light enough to be easily pushed by hand, and using this puts the pivot point right at the hitch point rather than 10' forward at the truck's front wheels. We used it today to correctly position the trailer in its storage yard slot. Along with that, we got a wheel dock to hold the front jack leg in place.

My contribution today was spraying the mold Kiri found with plenty of vinegar and pulling down the contact paper that was serving as wallpaper to see if the fungi had spread. We'll probably end up staining that wood and sealing it with a spray coating. Glow in the dark stars and moons will happen. During the process I found that the previous owner had left a small camp mirror behind. One less thing for us to buy!

Next step is to hook up the trailer and take it back over to Kiri's office. The Manly Men there saw some deficiencies in the front of the A-frame, and there is welding equipment and a stock of steel at the warehouse. The wiring is also a bit of a kludge, and needs to be cleaned up a little. While that's happening, I'll be inside carefully scrubbing the dead mold off the wood and sealing the affected areas.

After we took care of things at the storage yard, we decided to go check out the new Bass Pro Shop in New Almaden. Dear Gods, that place is huge, and so much fun to wander through! A giant aquarium stocked with really big fish, huge selections in every department, and even a well-stocked firearms section. We did buy handles for our 30oz thermal mugs. Prices there were iffy, but we can compare with REI for the best deals now that we know what's there.

The plan had been to hit the grocery store after all of this, but by that point we were both tired and my legs were spiking at seven on the pain scale. I'm planning on doing the Y tomorrow (I expect it to be empty) and I'll hit to store on the way back home.
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Default)
Yesterday I had my first dental appointment in a few years. Yes, people with no teeth are supposed to still see a dentist. This was to address my denture issues.

I got dentures back in 2008, and due to the massive amount of bone loss from my chemo, the lower plates never had nothing to grab onto. As a result, eating almost anything with my teeth in was impossible. I wore the teeth mainly for show, and for comfort when I was still driving for a living.

But after my stroke, and going nearly month without them between hospitals and rehab, I just stopped wearing my dentures. There was no need. I can manage most foods by carefully cutting and using my tongue to mash them up before swallowing. Also, i let my facial hair grow over my lip, which hides the lack of teeth most of the time. I've not worn my dentures in nearly three years. (I do keep them clean, just in case.

But in the last several months, I've been told by multiple doctors that I really need to chew properly to get all the nutritional value from my food. I also discovered that there is in fact a dental version of MediCal, called Denti-Cal which covers many things, including dentures. But not implants as a rule.

Which brings us back to yesterday's appointment. We went back to the same dentist who had done my extractions. They remembered us, which was nice. Got really cool X-rays (there's a machine that circles your head like a scanner; no more film shoved in your mouth!) a quick exam, and a discussion.

Turns out that getting what I need is going to cost close to what the Istanbul trip cost. But there is hope! I'm going to call my doctor to see about getting a consult with a dietician. See if we can't get my medical team to sign off on my getting teeth as a medical necessity to cover at least some of the cost. Also, there are payment plans. We looked at the brochure briefly and [personal profile] kshandra said we'd be making car payments on my teeth. I have an appointment to see an oral surgeon in a few weeks to get his take.

One way or another, we'll make this work.
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Penguin - Exploding)
Earlier this month, we got a fun letter from Social Security. Evidently, this time the glorious State of California has decided to stop paying for my Part B Medicare payments, retroactive to November, and the Feds would now be deducting that cost from my SSDI payment. That payment, by the way, works out to about $5.14 an hour assuming a forty hour work week.

This is an almost $100 drop in monthly income. Which is not acceptable. So we carefully followed the instructions on appealing and sent in the form. Yesterday I get a call from the SSA saying that doing exactly what the government told us to do was wrong, and we need to go to the state to fix this.

This morning, I spent 35 minutes on hold before being able to plead my case. We now have another number to call to set up a hearing. Which Kirsten is going to have to do, because that one phone call fried my day.

What part of "permanently disabled" do these guys not get? I have multiple issues that are not going to get better and that keep me from working. How the fuck are we supposed to lift ourselves up if they keep cutting the fucking rope?
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Penguin - Carpe)
Over the last few years a tradition has grown that after the horrors of Black Friday comes Small Business Saturday; a day when you are supposed to patronize locally-owned small businesses and give them some of your holiday money. I love shopping locally, and heartily endorse this idea.

As most of you know, [personal profile] kshandra was in a car accident a few weeks ago. Nobody hurt, but the damage to Barnum, her PT Cruiser was so extensive that the insurance company wrote it off as a total loss. We got a substantial check (more than either of us had expected) and Kiri began searching for a new car. She found a great one at D&B Auto Brokers in Redwood City. This is a one man operation, and not at all polished. But there are some great deals to be found there. After a test drive, we paid cash for a 2005 PT Cruiser with only a few thousand more miles on it than the old car. We're picking it up Tuesday. To follow in tradition, the replacement for Barnum is named Bailey.

By the way, if you are shopping for a used car, do yourself a favor and spend the $55 for CarFax's unlimited account. Unlimited reports based on the license plate number, six VIN lookups, and good for 60 days.

After that, we headed to one of our favorite place, BookBuyers in Mountain View. We still had a bit of credit from our last sale here, and we wanted to support a business that has been struggling. Well, we supported all right. Walked out with a pile of books including one by my favorite historian. John Julius Norwich's The Middle Sea, a overview of Mediterranean history from reed boats to steam ships.

Food was required. Chili's is not a small business, but they make damn good food.

Finally, we supported our Friendly Local Game Store, Game Kastle. After much hemming and hawing, and on the recommendation of friends, I bought Feng Shui 2. Really enjoying it, and I realized that this would make an excellent system for gaming Tim Power's Last Call/Expiration Date/Earthquake Weather triptych. Hell, throw in Declare for good measure.

So, what did y'all do to support local businesses?
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Much Rejoicing)
Most people just ignore the weekly pile of adverts and spam that clog our mailboxes. But, since we're poor, I do comb through looking for coupons and deals. A few weeks ago, I found a doozy.

Everyone has heard of Omaha Steaks, right? Amazing purveyor of dead tasty animals? Pricey as hell and worth every penny? Well, in amongst the coupons for car washes and Japanese drive-thru, there was an offer from Omaha. We pounced. Because for about 50 bucks we are getting the following:

  • 2 5oz Filet Mignons

  • 2 5oz Top Sirloins

  • 4 4.5oz Chicken Fried Steaks

  • 4 3oz Polynesian Pork Chops

  • 15 oz package of All-Beef Meatballs

  • 4 4oz Omaha Steaks Burgers

  • 4 3oz Gourmet Jumbo Franks

  • 16 oz package Omaha Steakhouse Fries

  • 4 Caramel Apple Tartlets

$227 value. With shipping, we paid about $70 total. And that's going to be several excellent dinners for us.

The offer is good through the end of November. Jump on it.
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Penguin - Carpe)
Actually, what I need is money. [personal profile] kshandra and I have started fund raising for the Istanbul trip. We figure $12,500 will get us there and back alive, we've picked a good hotel at a good rate, and have figured daily expenses.

Now we need your help. This is seriously the one trip in the world I want to take. The one city I want to see and experience. Byzantium/Nova Roma/Constantinople/Istanbul... whatever you call it, it is the Queen of Cities and I have dreamed of those streets for so long now.

So, please follow this link and help out if you can. If you can't, please boost the signal. If you're Elon Musk, dude, I made two runs a day to to the Tesla plant in Fremont when it was being converted from the Nummi plant. How about some gratitude?

If one of you actual knows Elon Musk, that would help as well.
gridlore: Doug with Kirsten, both in nice clothes for a wedding. (Me - with Kirsten)
Next year [personal profile] kshandra and I will be marking our 25th wedding anniversary. Despite my recent meltdown over my birthday (and I apologize to anyone I offended with that), we want to do something special, life a cruise.

The problem is we're still poor. But Kiri deserves a real vacation. She has been so awesome for so long, she has earned a big ship and a fruity drink with an umbrella in it. I actually told her the other day that I don't care that we were looking at Alaskan cruises, she was getting a goddamn fruity drink with a goddamn umbrella in it!

My question is this: what would your reaction be to me starting a GoFundMe for this trip? I hate begging, I hate admitting that I can't do it, but to really have a great trip, we'll need help. Would you be offended? Think we're asking too much? Spread the word?

I'm still in a weird place emotionally. But Kirsten and I will celebrate a quarter century of marriage with something more that dinner at La Fondue. Kirsten and I will go someplace awesome (I hear Alaska is just filled with nature from reliable sources) and I will do whatever it takes to make this happen.

Other options we've discussed are a trip to Washington D.C. (she's never been) and possibly a Mexican Riviera cruise. The fantasy trip, which would take around $50,000 to do right, which is probably out of reach.

So, friends, Romans, countrymen. Your opinions on doing a GoFundMe for a vacation for our 25th?
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Default)
Finally got the stitches out of my back this morning. [personal profile] kshandra and I have ended up with the same dermatologist, who we both love. Due to the insurance fuckery, I had to tell them to submit today's visit and the surgery to remove the tumor from my back directly to Medicare. That's what Medicare told me to do.

After the obligatory visit to Starbucks so Kiri could get her arcane tea drink, we headed home. Kiri had taken the day so we could sort out what happened to my insurance. I'd make the calls, but my aphasia gets really bad when I'm stressed.

We still don't know what happened; but we found out that my I'm still enrolled in California Connect, and Anthem/Blue Cross is doing the re-enrollment process. So that appears to be resolved. We hope.

What we really need to do soon is sit down with some legal person and hash out a durable power of attorney so Kiri can manage my affairs, my medical directives (and there's a really tough conversation - when do I want to give up and die?), and my will. It's not like I have a large estate to be divided amongst my heirs, but I do want my wishes made clear.

But for now, I have my insurance resolved, my stitches are out, my Baycon schedule is settled, and tomorrow I pick up my mom from SFO and then get to enjoy Earthbaby's company event at the San Jose Giants' game.

I can't complain. Much.
gridlore: Doug with Kirsten, both in nice clothes for a wedding. (Me - with Kirsten)

Obscure Who references for the win.

Today is the 24th anniversary of my marriage to the ever-awesome [personal profile] kshandra. I am so lucky to have found her.

In other news, Kirsten and I have started pricing wheelchairs. The simple fact is that walking over long distances and extended periods is becoming increasingly difficult and painful for me. I can handle a shopping trip, but I'm actually dreading getting around at Baycon. I still walk a lot, I just want the fall back so I'm not spending all my spoons on dealing with the problems with my legs when I should be enjoying an event.

This is not something that Medicare will pay for as I've not gotten a doctor's order for it. But I feel that it will be good in the long run, as the cost of renting a chair every time I need one would soon outstrip the cost of just owning one.

I'm not looking for a mobility scooter for a couple of reasons. Cost is the first one. Second is I still have occasional balance issues that make me a little leery of  sitting on something that has me perched on a seat. This is why I use the recumbent bike at the YMCA. Finally, I want to stay as in shape as possible. Running a person-powered chair helps with that.

Ideally I'd like to find a good, sturdy, lightweight folding model. Orange frame would be nice, but not vital. Looks like we can get a decent one for under $200. We're going to the Palo Alto Farmer's Market next weekend, we may do a little window shopping for chairs on that trip.

Speaking of Baycon, it would be nice to have my schedule.

Now, everyone go tell Kiri that she's awesome.

gridlore: The word "Done!" in bold red letters. (Done!)
In the wake of getting kicked in the face by Social Security . . .

Done today:

  • Called the SSA to determine exactly what we need to get my benefits back.

  • Made an appointment with my doctor for this Friday.

  • Did about half the dishes.

  • Helped (slightly) [personal profile] kshandra do the various governmental forms.

  • Small shopping at Smart & Final.

To be done tomorrow:

  • Go to the SSA office in San Jose, drop off paperwork and fill out additional required forms.

  • Visit my Congressional office. I'm still incensed at the ridiculous idea of what job I can hold.

  • Maybe go to the YMCA.

  • More dishes.


  • I've let this completely derail me.

For those of you not following my Facebook, We came home from FogCon to find a notice that, according to the US Government, I can now work and don't need benefits anymore. We are getting a lawyer.
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (US Flag)
Trying to replace my Medi-Cal card has been taking me through a labyrinth of state and county phone systems. Mainly because there are so many different programs. It's astonishing, really. And it creates a bureaucracy that would make a Byzantine logothete sigh in contentment.

So I have a simple solution. Get rid of all of them. Instead, institute a basic national income.

Every single adult citizen living in the United States and in a household making less than twice the median household income a year (before taxes) gets an annual payment of $12,500, tax free. Assuming roughly 200 million adults qualify, that's $2.5 trillion a year, but we lose the cost of all the myriad programs, including things like Social Security. Social Security, health care, and other entitlements make up close to half the federal budget and a lot of that i overhead.

What you do with the money is your business. The money would be administered by the IRS. So if you owe taxes, it's just taken out of your annual payment. Allow the Post Office to handle banking and establish accounts for the homeless (who, with a guaranteed income, should be able to find some sort of housing pretty quickly.)

College loans? Who needs them? Parents can just bank their annual payments for a few years and pay for a couple of years of schooling. Meantime, the kid attending college gets their money as well.

One of the big advantages I see is a change in how we see work. America is a still stuck in the whole "work until you die" model. This plan allows people to work less if they like, and they can even plan for sabbaticals or going back to school without worrying about income. Obviously, if you want more, you work, but if your goal is to work part time while establishing your career as an artist, you can do that.

It might even bring back communal living. Six people coming together to live and work together would start out with $75,000 a year to work with.

Now think of the local tax benefits. I would expect that a lot of that money is going to be used the way people use their tax refunds - they're going to buy things. Think of the sales tax boost from that!

The Guaranteed Personal Income. Make it happen.

Comments welcome.
gridlore: The word "Done!" in bold red letters. (Done!)

  • Went and voted, dropping [personal profile] kshandra's ballot off at the same time.

  • My voting location is in the Triton Museum

  • So I wandered a bit and looked at some of the galleries.

  • Pretty cool stuff.

  • But I had places to go, people to annoy!

  • Next stop, RiteAid for a prescription refill, and SaveMart to turn a $10 into quarters.

  • Also picked up a lottery ticket.

  • $311 million would be nice to have.

  • From there, off to the library to return some books.

  • Honestly, with all the books I've recently acquired, I don't see myself needing their services for a while.

  • Two weeks, even!

  • Last thing on the list, Smart & Final.

  • Still have some money on that card we won.

  • Cokes, shredded Mexican cheese, and the Drain Cleaner of DEATH for the tub.

  • I'm going to miss that card when it's done.

  • Now I'm filling out bloody surveys for the nice people who pay my medical bills.

  • No, I cannot work. Still.

  • Yes, I do suffer pain. Daily. Constantly.

  • Yes, strokes suck.

  • Gimme my bennies!

  • Hoping for a miracle in tonight's election results. So many important races are so close.

  • Just in case any of you want to get me a Winter Gift...

  • My Amazon Wishlist

  • Holy crap, the Giants won the World Series. Again!

gridlore: Doug with Kirsten, both in nice clothes for a wedding. (Me - with Kirsten)
Ever look at the receipts you get from stores and fast food places? Notice those "take our survey and be entered to win" links? I do them every time. Never mind that I like making sure that corporate knows when good service is happening, I have all the free time in the world. So I fill out questionnaire after questionnaire; submitting my opinions on cleanliness and friendliness of staff into the maw of the data-cruncher.

Then, about a week ago, I got a call. Smart&Final had selected my survey for a $500 shopping card. It showed up Thursday. Today, [personal profile] kshandra and I went shopping. We had to keep telling ourselves that this was all free. We loaded up with what, for us, is a month's worth of groceries. We didn't go crazy, didn't buy things because they looked good (OK, we did buy brownies, but I had been craving them), and still looked for deals.

At the end, with the cart loaded to the brim and having traversed every aisle, we went to check out. After seeing that impressive load come across the scanner, the total was... $193.94. We didn't pay a dime of it. We could do this again and still have about $100 left on the card.

So the lesson here is fill out those surveys! You can't win if you don't enter!
gridlore: One of the "Madagascar" penguins with a checklist: [x] cute [x] cuddly [x] psychotic (Penguin - Checklist)

  • Been a while since I've done one of these.

  • Recovery is proceeding apace.

  • Aphasia is still a major bitch.

  • I've now added peripheral neuropathy to my woes.

  • Mostly in my left leg.

  • Been given lidocane cream for that.

  • Spent this morning at the DMV renewing my license.

  • Yeah, that sucked.

  • But it's done.

  • In other news, I'm really enjoying my writing class.

  • See previous entry for my first attempt at a short story.

  • I'm cutting way back on beer for financial reasons.

  • It's a luxury, frankly.

  • Had to let my Anticoagulation Nurse know, since changes like affect how I absorb the Warfarin.

  • But this will work well with my other big change.

  • If I get a story idea, no matter when, start writing.

  • The story I just posted came to me as I was lying in bed trying to go to sleep.

  • Still twitchy about Burning Man.

  • The Giants are currently sucking badly.

  • Pull out of it, guys!

gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Default)
I don't remember you.

Thanks to my stroke I have almost zero retention of names and faces these days, even with people that I've known for decades. Unless you are part of my daily life, I stand a really good chance of having a blank look when you say hi.

Even with a name I might have problems. So many people go by different names in different places, I might know you as Captain Skippy from Live Journal, but not remember that you're Bob in real life.

So I beg patience and help. This, along with the aphasia, are the two most annoying aspects of  surviving my stroke.

I'm also broke, so if anyone wants to buy me food or a drink, I'll not say no.

gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Default)
We went into Fry's looking for Dragon software to help me write with a little more fluidity. We decided to hold off on that for more research.

But wandering around we found the 1.5qt slow cooker we had been wanting along with a new Foreman grill with the removable plates, both on sale. Earlier we had taken in the recycling and a box of stuff to Streetlight Records so we got two things we need and still ended up ahead on the deal.
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Penguin - Wobble)
To quote [personal profile] kshandra:

Good news: [personal profile] gridlore's supplemental Medicare insurance was approved while we were gone last weekend.
Better news: The policy is retroactive to 10/01.

Bad news: We now have to come up with $524 for them by 11/01.

And I'm getting daily phone calls about our outstanding cable and internet bill - which they've already reduced for me once, but is still $200.

And we're starting to get phone calls about the imaging bills from Doug's hospital stay in August.

And the rent is due in a week.

I am fresh out of cope...and out of shame.

The PayPal address is purplekoosh at gmail. I know money is shit for everyone right now, so I certainly don't expect anything, but even just a dollar will help. And if you haven't got a ha'penny, boosting the signal is welcome.

I'm waiting to hear if I qualify for food stamps. And if you've never seen a $210,000 hospital bill, lucky you (Medicare cut that way down, but still...) We are once again at the end of the ropes.

I figure five grand gets us clear. Pays all the outstanding medical and insurances bills and keeps us alive. So, I'm making you an offer and making an announcement.

I'm writing my first novel. And I'm selling characters. Drop $100 and I name a character after you. Drop a grand, and you get the horrible death of your choice. Dump that five grand that's been burning a hole in your pocket, and you get the best death I can think of. A death that will make George R.R. Martin sit up and exclaim "why didn't I think of that." A death that takes five paragraphs to describe and ends with other characters trying to decide if that chunk is a foot or maybe some ribs.

No idea if this will ever get published, but still.. gift us money so I may stay alive and murder y'all (fictionally, of course.)
gridlore: Doug looking off camera with a grin (Bosch)
So, about a month ago I had a stroke.

Seriously. I had a fucking stroke )

So, what does it all mean? )

So, that's the deal. Thanks to everyone for their continuing support. Kirsten has been an absolute Goddess through all of this. Treat her as such.


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