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I dislike hearing from my father's and his side of the family. Thankfully, contact is generally infrequent so I can pretend they don't even exist. Today, however, I was treated to not one, but two calls from my father and one indirect inquiry from my aunt.

The first call from my father was him asking me about some film festival in NYC and whether or not I would be going and if I wanted him to arrange lodging for me. I tolld him no, all around no.

The second call he asked about my mother, mentioning "her abdomen looked swollen" when he saw her. What the eff kind of thing is that to say? I said she was fine and got him off the phone.

When my mom got home from her class tonight, she mentioned to me that my father's youngest sister called and asked if I would be interested in meeting a "lighting person" from Taiwan because he is rich and... get this... needs to stay in the US. In case the implication isn't clear, she wants me to marry this rich dude from Taiwan so he doesn't have to go back to Taiwan.

Yeah. Really.

I'm done for today.

Whoa. Haven't had one of these posts in a long while. Generally, he just calls me and I don't answer the phone.

I came home today and my mom wanted to talk with me and my brother about something to do with my father. Uhm, okay. She's heard that my father's girlfriend is probably pregnant (there was no official announcement) and she wanted us to know that if something happens to her, she doesn't want the money we get to go to that kid.

Don't remember exactly what I said, but I'm pretty sure I snerked and gave the equivalent of, "I don't really give a shit about that kid." Because, seriously, I don't. That kid is not my problem and I sure as hell won't be giving him any money ever or babysitting or going to meet this kid. I don't care about his other family. It's not like he ever gave a crap about us, and I'm not about to give a crap about them.

So there you go.

Last night I was at katkel and sweetwildandmad's for a Memorial Day party. Fun :)

Meh. My father just came back to get his crap. Hopefully he just gets it and leaves. I'm not really in the mood to deal with him.

Best Buy is offering Babylon 5 series box sets for $19.99 each. Prices are good in store and at the website. I just bought the first three seasons for the cost of one. Sweet.

Babylon 5: The Lost Tales has a street date of July 31 with a retail of $22.99.

Eureka Season 1 is being released July 3, retailing $29.99

My Big Train DVD came in yesterday, as did my copy of Majandra Delfino's Tarte.

I just got myself a free pack of MOO cards. For the free pack, you need to friend moocards before you place your order. Also, it pulls the images for the photo cards from your lj gallery, so upload any images you want printed there first. I think it's a pretty neat idea and if I like the printed cards, I might get my business cards printed there. There's also a flickr community where you can see what people have done with their Moo cards. And discussion about MOO Card tins.

My father is on fucking drugs.

( whatever )

Think what you will, but this is very odd, odd behavior. He never contacts any of us unless he wants money or information and I know he's just looking for my mother to find him $20k so he can get hisself a condo in NYC. Also, in 23 years, my father has never, ever closed any sort of conversation with "love you." That's just fucking weird. And makes my skin crawl.

I need to have a conversation with my mother about not talking to my father about me.

Also, the sound is not working on my desktop. *pokes it*

Went out to dinner with the fam (jackhole included) for brother's birthday. Of course there was much talk about this and that and how I must go to graduate school and it doesn't matter that I don't know what I want to study - I should just go. Uhm. Okay? As soon as he found out that I'm also selling stuff at our shop, he jumped all over me to give him samples so he can show a "friend" who is a buyer for some NYC card shops. I told him I wasn't interested and he got all pissy saying I didn't know anything and why would I pass up a chance to sell stuff in NYC. liekohemgee. Told him I wasn't interested in making a lot of money from my art right now and somehow his logic was that no, it wasn't about money, it was about being able to afford things... which sounds a lot like being about money. Right. Meh. I basically told him to go fuck himself.

Going to queenmaab's tomorrow to watch "Dune" and Firefly. Wheee! I'm bringing scallion chicken for lunch/dinner/whatever. I think I've made enough for four or five people XD

*dances* I am soooo excited about my shiny new laptop. What shall I name it? Must be appropriately geeky. Schrodinger's been over done and I'm not sure I like the implication. Hmmm... *ponders* Suggestions?

tagged by bishounenjunkie

6 Favorite songs meme
1. Tom McRae - the Girl Who Falls Downstairs
2. A Perfect Circle - Judith (Renholder Mix)
3. Zox - Canon
4. Velvet Chain - Everyone Loves the Art of Noise
5. Coldplay - The Scientist
6. Kelly Clarkson - Break Away (no, really)

Tag 6 people: Um.. I really don't know who hasn't done this yet... lilorphanannie, queenmaab, seishin, zen_of_punk, callmecayce, spark

Work. Was good. Cleaned a lot. Spent the last hour sort of puttering around because I didn't know what I was supposed to be doing. Get to open at 7am tomorrow since I'm taking mom to the airport. Ex.citing.

Stuff. Instead of doing really useful things, I'm making "Serenity" icons. Which, to some people, might actually be useful. *shrug*

Jackhole. Wow, where to begin? He got another traffic ticket - this one from March, also a fine of $115, plus a $10 late fee. Since my mother legally owns the car and he got the ticket while illegally parked, it's black mark on her, pretty much. Dude. WTF? Stop parking in retarded places in midtown. Next, my mother had checked their joint e-mail account and found some interesting mail in his deleted bin. Basically, he's got some fun-filled party event at Biny this weekend and he's invited some girl named Lilly to go with him. Slick man, really slick.

Mkay. Gonna get going with these icons then bed - have to be up waaaay early to get mom to the airport at 6am. Ugh.

This is for my own informational purposes.

The jackhole hasn't been home in weeks. He hasn't given my mother any money to pay bills and hasn't mentioned paying for my brother's tuition. The times he did call this week were to bitch about taxes and how he's not going to pay what he owes - because apparently my mother spends all his money so she should pay for it. I think I mentioned this part already. Well, my mother has seen some shifty e-mails to my father from some girl asking about his cabin and horseback riding. To which I say.. dubbya tee eff. This evening we got a call from the girlfriend of loser!redneck my father knows. She's pissed because my father is up in the Catskills hooking her abusive (yes, she called the cops on him for hitting her) boyfriend up with Chinese girls. This is interesting news because.. well, hell, we didn't know where he was going to be. The fact that he took his loser friend out to dinner (repeatedly) with three girls is.. not surprising, but we didn't know, so *shrug* My mother just thanked trailertrash!gf for the info and informed her that she didn't care. Heh. Some days I wish my father were physically abusive or obviously mentally disturbed so there were be at least some way we can get him gone. Being jerked around all the time is just no fun, especially when the only times he calls are when he's bored and to yell at us for something. Damn, I should have recorded those nasty messages he left on my mother's voice mail.

In other news, my crazy aunt is still.. crazy. My mother keeps saying that she has Alzheimer's. I really don't think that's the case. She's always been a little off and it's just gotten worse every year for the last twenty plus years. Today, something happened to her dog and her sister-in-law found the poor thing crying and bleeding while my aunt tried to spray the very serious wound (I hear there was exposed muscle and lots of bleeding) with Windex and rubbing at it with a towel or something. Sister-in-law carried the dog into a room and locked the door so Crazy!aunt wouldn't try to windex the dog again. 911 was called. Cops came to check it out. Saw the dog. Saw the aunt with the windex and told her to, uh, not do that. She got confused and aggro and apparently fought the cops. They put her in a choke hold and she was biting the cops. So they handcuffed her until she calmed down. At some point, she was laughing at the dog when the cops were telling her that the dog may die from the injuries. Cop told her to stop laughing and she responded by laughing more. My cousin came to the house finally and they took the dog to the ER. Doctors say the dog will be fine, but they're keeping him there for a couple days so he, uh, doesn't get Windexed again. At this point any sane person would take care of the crazy lady who was laughing at her bleeding dog. Actually, at this point any sane person would be looking for crazy lady's medication. My cousin, instead, took my aunt to dinner because they had reservations and plans to meet with people. He then tells the people at the table that my aunt would be paying for dinner because she has a lot of money and it's not like she'd know what to do with it, so who cares?

You can't make this shit up people, you just can't.

I shouldn't be amazed that even from a hundred miles away he's capable of ruining my weekend. The jackhole called at 8am to say that some guy would be stopping by soon, around 2pm, maybe, to pick up his laptop for him. So... guess who has the fantastic job of sitting home and waiting? I was really looking forward to getting out of the freakin' house since I was sick all week.

Oh well.. i guess I could use the time to do some work. meh.

It's always nice to be woken up in the morning by screaming parents arguing about gods know what. Then the jackhole comes into my room screaming at me that my mother said that he wants us to make money for him to spend and is that what I think? So I told him that I think he's loud and crazy and that he could drive his own ass to the hospital.

This went on for half an hour, but I have to give my mom credit for sounding mostly indifferent and rational while my father completely freaked out. He is so psychotic and I'm sick of hearing about how we're spending his money and all this other bullshit.

Mom just called. She told me how the fight started. She was supposed to take my father to the hospital today for his colonoscopy and she said that after she dropped him off, she'd be going to work until he was done. He flipped out and started saying something about my brother's college tuition. Yeah, I have no idea. Then he comes back and asks if she'd be going back to work after she dropped him off at home - she said she was. He flipped again and started yelling about something else.

He? Is completely mental.

Don't talk to me like you know how to take care of the dogs, because you don't. And don't ask me about their behavior and then question my answer. You do not know what's going on and don't pretend like you're suddenly all involved and authoritative. You are and always will be a jackhole.