The Magic Flute

Despite my complete fuck up about getting the venues mixed up for the opera "The Magic Flute", in the end this turned out to be the most awesome weekend ...ever!

Awesomeness #0: When my companion arrived, she took a selfie of herself next to the "car" so she could prove to others that she went to the opera in the tardis.

Awesomeness #1: got to witness my companion make out with a stripper. It was a moving experience.  I discovered that lesbians in "gentlemen's clubs" are golden....especially on a Saturday night when the place is crowded.   You get much more out of tipping the ladies than the guys do.  And the guys don't complain about it, because you become part of the show.  

awesomeness #2: got to take said companion to Tucson and have dinner at one of my old haunts.

awesomeness #3: above companion's tenacity paid off. We went to the correct town and managed to have the box office guy exchange our tickets so we could see the final performance of the opera and it didn't cost a single Pfennig more.

awesomeness #4: The Magic Flute was more magnificent that I could possibly have imaged. I started tearing up at the overture and leaked all the way through to the Queen of Night's aria and pa-pa-pa-pa-papagena.

Awesomeness #5: got to lightly cuddle with said companion during the show. Nothing untoward. Just hand holding and shoulder wrapping mostly. But it was the first time anyone has been affectionate with me for a long time.

Awesomeness #6: on way back from the southlands, had an impromptu shadow production of RHPS.
Best fuck up ever! Best companion any timelord has ever had.

Kill the Faggot

I have been asked to speak about the "Kill the Faggot" game that the media, in particular the gay media, has been all abuzz about.   The game itself a non-issue.  The distributor, Steam, pulled the game within two hours of it being uploaded.  All records of it ever existing have been expunged from YouTube.   Although the creator of the game said he will be back with an even more offensive game, the word is out on this guy and it's highly unlikely that any game distributor will ever let him upload again.   

But the issue goes beyond the appearance of an egregiously hateful game.   The creator defended his action with these words:

"These people that think if you are even remotely homophobic, you are 'hateful' and a 'bigot,' and do everything they can to destroy you in every vicious way possible.  So I decided to go down a path that most developers are afraid to go down: to piss these people off by making the most overly offensive game possible to these idiots to prove a point."

These aren't the words of a homophobe or bigot.  These are the words of a "troll." 

A troll, in the modern sense, is someone who delights in angering people. They have no clear ideology or agenda. They make no serious attempt to persuade people.   Trolls thrive on the attention they get from the people they offend.  They derive an almost sexual pleasure from scorn.  They are all "Yes!  Everyone is attacking ME!  I am important! I matter!"

Trolls can be dangerous of course. The murderer of John Lennon was not angry with Lennon or with his music.  He wanted to destroy something people loved.  He wanted to be remembered as the man who killed the Beatles.   (But you know?  I can't quite seem to recall his name right now.)  This was an extreme case however.  Most trolls are impotent losers.

The trollish need for attention is ultimately their downfall.   Because they relish ignominy, protesting, boycotting, or writing critical news items on them only feeds their fetish.  The only way to deal with trolls is to completely ignore them.  Obviously, if they directly threaten bodily harm to someone, they must be stopped.  But if they are simply speaking hateful things or making hateful games, the best way to deal with trolls is to simply ignore them.   

If no one bought an Ann Coulter book, if the Westboro Baptist Church never got air time, if Arizona's own Steven Anderson was never protested against... all these trolls would shrivel up and die. 

This, therefore, is all I will say on the subject.  Criticizing a troll, writing a press release against them, or paying any attention to their hate is like giving them a hand job.  I'd really rather not. 

Mother's day 2015

I went through my most recent surgery alone.  I went to the hospital and checked in alone.  No one was with me while the medicos stuck pins in me and took me to the operating room.  No one came to visit me during my stay and no one helped me home.  One dear friend helped me somewhat behind the scenes, but I faced the regeneration completely removed from anyone I cared about. I'm not complaining. It seems appropriate that I should go through this final transformation so completely alone.  It seems almost poetic. 

The one exception to that was my mother.  She was obviously with me at my first birth but I couldn't stop thinking about how she was not there for my second.  That did not seem right.  Poetically speaking, she should have been next to me, holding my hand and telling me that everything would be all right.  She died nine years ago, so if anyone had caught me silently tearing up as they wheeled me into the operating room, that would have been the reason. 

Manifesto

As part of my quest for tranquility, here are the rules I will follow:

1.) My quest to find an SO is over.  I will no longer obsess about having sex with the "new plumbing."   I will be like a timelord.  Timelords can be fiercely loyal to their human companions and even share affectionate moments.  But timelords do not obsess about their companions and they definitely do not have sex with them.

2) I will no longer be concerned with my weight.  Not a damn thing I can do about it anyway.  This gut is a birthday present from BOTH my parents.  No matter how hard I try to restrict my eating, no matter how hard I work out at the gym....nothing touches it.   And every time I have another surgery, my body freaks out and demands that I add ten pounds.   Here are my new eating rules:

   a) I will eat only when I am hungry. 
   b) I will stop eating when I feel full.
   c.) I will eat more fruits and vegetables
   d.) I will eat relaxed.  I will not eat while watching TV and I will meditate before every meal.
   e.) I will drink alcohol moderately (this is not what you think.  Currently, I hardly drink at all.)
   f.) I will favor eating things that I have cultivated myself.

3) I will not go to the gym to lose weight.  I will not weigh myself at the gym or anywhere else.  I will only concern myself with getting stronger, not thinner. 

4) I will continue to try not to play computer games....It is still rough.   Lots of getting on and falling off the wagon. 

5) I will learn to embrace my isolation as a blessing.  Timelords are generally solitary beings anyway.  It is easier to fuck the Goddess when one is not distracted by mere humans.

6) I will learn to love my matronly curves rather than obsess that do not have (nor ever had) a girlish figure.   

7)  I will no longer obsess about whether anyone is reading or has ever read anything I write.  I write to entertain myself only.  

8) I will continue help out folks financially where I can....No, strike that.  I don't help anyone and keep my considerable fortune to myself.  I hide all my gold coins in Morgan's room and bath in it regularly like Scrooge McDuck.   

Addendum: Yes, I know I'm not REALLY a timelord.  But NO ONE is a real timelord.  I hazard to guess that I'm come closer to being a real time lord than anyone else.