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Yeah, it's YouTube so by and large junk-candy, but - a couple of creators there that have some interesting stuff.
Wintertime, the snow and the cold are settling in, the daughter's off in Bankok (the sane one in the family, and why didn't I think of that? Or budget for it...) - so - look at videos of interest to me.
The first, a long video on the rubies of Mogok - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MjaRE1bE5MU. Of interest noting the landscape the finds are made in, the rocks, the many, many similarities with our geology here...
And then a couple of interesting short videos made by "The Trek Planner" and "Desert Drifter", who basically scour the desert on Google Maps - Utah, Arizona, etc, then go looking for what's there....
Always, Ancient Ancestral Pueblos, potshards, arrowheads. Short adventures for those trapped in a cold climate. Always they find something interesting, and they're responsible adventurers, leaving the potshards and arrowheads behind for others to find and enjoy.
Anyways, my media diet as of late, could use some improvement (but no more fucking-how-to-art-videos!!!).
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-22 Degrees this morning, errands to be run, break them up with frequent stops. Bank. Thrift Shop. Drugstore, do some grocery shopping (not going all the way to the supermarket today, thanks!), then again at the ethnic food store, which has an absolutely immense selection, although at substantially more $$ than you'd pay in the big city. I pick up some dried habanero peppers and a peculiar Mole sauce, which I'll figure out a use for.
It's cold enough, walking - I've dug out my big faux-fur Russian top helmet with ear-flaps - but I'm going to have to hunker in. Stop for coffee. The sun is warm through the coffee-house window, bathe in the sun. Every time the door opens there's a blast of freezing air, but the door's quick to spring closed.
After the coffee & sun to the pot shop, I'd received a gift of a vape a few years ago, only it wasn't working, I'd never used it, the oil had thickened too much. I've a mind to diversify my vices, gentrify even, after the local custom, having well and truly mastered alcohol it's time to try some other things.
And all these stops, they're made as soon as you're toes stop reporting, fortunately the town is small, you're never 2 minutes away from a pop-in.
Pot-shop done, now to the soup kitchen, it's cold enough I can foresee not going out the rest of the weekend, and if I'm to be cooking I'll take advantage while I can.
Soup Kitchen, today, on the menu, chicken alfredo (no, but I can't say anything), prawns (OK but Katsup isn't cocktail sauce), the standard.
It's not about the food, it's about filling in the cracks of my diet, the things I wouldn't cook for myself.
Then, home, warm up, check Facebook - wing-nut postings as always.
Notably, Cracky-McCrackhead Sara has not posted since moving to Newfoundland, whether she just blocked everyone who didn't support her go-fund-me to get there or just hasn't found an internet connection, who knows, she used to be good for posting 2, 3 times a day, always nonsense, but she's since disappeared. Maybe it's rehab, or some sort of familial imposed sobriety.
And there's the other, always posting, mentioned in the summer, recognizing her as homeless (as well) we'd hang out if we ran into one another. Facebook friend, but not one you'd make plans with, just the standard if you run into you say "hi" and grab a coffee.
Anyways, she's a big poster, trying to forever sell the same stuff, always grossly overpriced. She's got some issues. And there are the "Jesus" and "Satan" posts, and the "gratitude" posts, and the big thanks for the gift cards she was given and with she bought some beef and some lamb and...
She's living in a trailer in the valley. With 2 demon Chihuahuas. Her trailer needs work, lots of it, only she's unable to do it herself, she's just a girl...
She identifies as "disabled". So she doesn't work, collects whatever the government pays for that sort of stuff, and crowdsources the rest. Always a call-out to the friends that she needs this fixed in her trailer, or that, needs this appliance, or this heater/toilet/sink/shower fixed, insulated, what have you.
And gathering from the posts someone is always coming through because the next day it's the same; "Praise the Lord" and "Thank you Jesus" and "I am truly blessed" but there' s never a shout out to the person or friend that came through for her and did the work (for free!!). From which I gather if you wanted to witness the second coming of Jesus he's somewhere in the Valley doing trailer repairs and handing out gift cards...
This annoys me, though, the community is good at coming together for those in need, but - in doing so it doesn't seem to allow that the individual has some obligations to his/her self as well. By "Identifies" as disabled she claims disability - of some sort, it's not obvious, not, clearly, incapacitating, and as the nature of "work" can be varied - from construction to office - she has identified work in general as the one thing that she can't do - not the in-specific one particular sphere of work she can't do.
Anyways, done scrolling Facebook and now off to do some work. Inside. Thank God.
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And been feeling a bit under the weather lately, told myself it was the flu. Shortness of breath, thick green mucus when blowing nose, slight fever, chills, etc, so I get curious, look up the symptoms, pretty sure this is it:
Link: https://globalnews.ca/news/10203470/jn1-covid-symptoms/
Today was worse, up, feeling clubbed, back to bed, up, feeling clubbed, back to bed, up briefly, clubbed, and back into bed.
This - reading up on the variants expected, predicted, is going to get a lot worse, most people I know have had it - in the past couple of weeks, and - for something that's going around and laying us all low (and no immunity to this to be expected from the current Vaccines, too different) - it's getting surprisingly little press. Everyone, keep calm and carry on and DON'T MISS WORK ANYONE.
If I can stay awake long enough time to make some congee and head back to bed...
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This was the event of the year.
I mean, there are others, but in the summer, for the winter there's nothing that comes close.
The boy, he's brought his girlfriend down from Calgary for this, NY in Nelson, so it's important to get the party right.
The boy, doing well, wearing an admirable offensive shirt (I admire it, apparently one of mine...) and a fine vintage leather coat (as well, as it turns out, one of mine), a great watch (....you knew it was mine)...
Anyways, split up for the day, I got to rest up, clean up the apartment, it's going to be a big night. We meet up, he's done the conventional NY at a popular nightclub, now on to the private party, the "Event", I'd told him he didn't need the nightclub, comparatively a conservative crowd, but he'd wanted to hit all the bases...
Anyways, the Party, a private event, kept on the down-low, a large space booked for the party, perhaps 300 people in attendance. The theme was kink/sexy, and while I just go with "well dressed" a surprising number of young ladies brought out the old leather body harnesses...and I gotta say, there's probably more leashes here than at the Calgary SPCA....
Standing beside someone, a short couple, proper wood trolls, and then I recognize her, she's one of my "Facebook Friends" whom I add when I get drunk and recognize 3 friends in common. While Facebook friends - for the most part - don't even count as acquaintances, but this, seeing her in real life...well, never mind, I rarely run into these people in real life...
The boy, his girlfriend, they're impressed, this town parties well above it's weight, the music's good and better, everyone is friendly, there's the poly couples out searching for the third wheel, one girl showing me her "purse" filled with fucking dinosaurs, stacked 3 deep, yes, very cute, clever, I'm not a dinosaur, this Poly thing, I mean, if you don't want to fuck your girlfriend what makes you think I want to...
I make it until 3:00, the boy and his girlfriend hang on, but really, enough is enough, it's the best NY Eve Party in Town, probably for 1000 Miles, but I have to be somewhat recombobulated for the morning...
And so passes NY Eve 2023.
2024, still no snow on the ground, more than half the province under severe drought, 2024 is going to be a hell of a year...
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I mean, Elon Musk is a scammer for sure, but this is hilarious...
YouTube, frequently in the ads that pop up, I get one with Elon Musk telling me that I've been selected ... one of 45 people... he doesn't know how, specially selected.
And I know it's a scam, I mean, know, but if I didn't the fact that I've received this ad a few times would tell me...I'm being selected...again and again.
And I've never listened to it to the end, he wants to make me rich, he's just that sort of guy, at which point I'm off listening to or watching the content I came for, but I know people - I mean; how stupid do you have to be to fall for this, yet, here we are, they wouldn't be running it if they weren't making a killing...
Now, at what point does Google/YouTube start becoming responsible for the ads they run?
It's like Facebook, which, while I report any number of their ads - for adult websites, or underaged girls in lingerie asking me to like their photos - who vets these things? I mean, it's the wild west out there, and they seem to put the onus on their customers to report these things - and - who knows if they actually stop running the ads, I think they just stop showing them to the complainer, they probably make too much off of them to be picky, so run adult content, illegal content even, make the money, and hide it when people complain.
I almost feel like I'm being a poor sport about it all...