Life continues lifing…… (totally a word (or not))

Last week’s therapy was a bit weird.  Too much of it for my comfort was discussing how I felt about the difference between his diagnostic position and that of my previous therapist.  Being put in a position where I am supposed to break a stalemate between two informed people while being my ignorant of the field self is deeply uncomfortable.  Psychology is one of the few sciences of which I know basically nothing, at least not of any academic standard.

Though there was also a bit on my other most uncomfortable subject, being encouraged to try to date.

On Thursday I caught up with Oli, briefly when he dropped round for a cuppa.

On Friday I had Exalted in the evening.

Saturday was many hours of being carsick.  A drive to Otautau.  Fortunately not as affected by flooding as expected, but was still almost four hours each way stuck uncomfortably in the back seat feeling deeply unwell.  I do not travel well.  But my sister is a spoilt brat who makes drama about how unacceptable being in a backseat in for her, so I just had to suck it up and deal with it.  All for a lunch thing at the Otautau playcentre, that I was only just getting over feeling gross from the ride to be the time we had to start heading back.

Such fun.

And I got home to try and fix GOG Galaxy having killed my Baldur’s Gate 3 installation during updates to find that it temporarily killed windows ability to access that hard drive at all.  GOG is clearly having some issues - the forum shows a lot of people having issues with Galaxy though I didn’t see anyone else having disappearing drives, so I may be uniquely cursed.  I got it fixed and just won’t be using GOG Galaxy for a while.

Sunday I spent significantly in bed.  And a little bit playing Stardew Valley as I needed something mindless.

This morning I woke to an email from ACC with the not surprising news that I was having my claim declined, though that fact it opened saying saying they had been “unable to contact” me by phone, when my phone shows no record of missed calls recently has left me a little doubtful about how much credit to give to anything else my ‘recovery partner’ has to say.

My NZ COVID Tracer app has just caught on to the fact it is now utterly impotent and is simultaneously asking to have Bluetooth tracing turned back on and admitting that is no longer possible. 

It seems so tragic. I guess the kindest thing is to delete it and put it out of its digital misery. 

Back at home, and arguing with YouTube

The weekend of the 8-10th my dad came through town and I caught up with him briefly as he dropped by the house I was sitting on both Friday and Saturday and then picked me up on Sunday and Brough me in to town to water my plants and check my mail for the first time all month, and have lunch with my sister for her birthday.

As usual I had spent too much on her and she wasn’t particularly appreciative.  I don’t know why I try.

Also, as usual, conversation with her always seems to be lined with her setting traps that she seems just as offended if I don’t set off….

Family is not worth the effort.

Then on the 17th, Simon and Joe got back, and were jet lagged and semi-conscious.  I got dropped home by Joe yesterday morning.

No more looking after the cat.  No more constantly vacuuming up ginger floof.  No more endings scratching throat from my growing cat allergy.

Though I am already getting fed up with how noisy my apartment building it.  I had forgotten the constant frustrating noise of the building and the idiots in it.

More randomly, though not for the first time, I am getting annoyed at home someone is self identifying in a video YouTube autoplayed at me, for for pretty much the exact some reason.  Guys talking about having come out as gay and “coming out again” later as asexual and then describing their journey to self discovery in ways that don’t sound remotely asexual to me.  They always sound like more sex positive versions of me, and I am pretty sure I am not asexual.  I am just a prude who doesn’t like people touching him much, that does not an asexual make.  Neither does my thinking of sex as the price of romantic intimacy. 

I think these guys are trying to hard to have special identity positions.

And now I am one of those grumpy old men calling people special snowflakes… because they really seem like they are claiming a thing on very tenuous grounds.  If their explanation was a force answer test, it does sound like I would score high on it than the guys I the last two videos on this I got irked at.

Could YouTube stop autoplaying videos that irk me.

It achieves no good.

If I am going to be angry at YouTube I would rather just be angry at all the ads for ACT.

Starfield is disappointing

After finishing my Dark Urge play-through of Baldur's Gate 3, I started into Starfield.  It is like a mix of No Man's Sky and Skyrim.  Bad parts of No Man's Sky and Skyrim.  It should have been like the best of both considering the money and resources behind it, but it really isn't.

It is like a story mod for No Man's Sky that broke a bunch of the gameplay in the process.

I don't understand why so many people online are talking it up, I am finding it powerfully unfun to play.  It is just not good.

In lighter news, after watching Apple TV's Bad Sisters, I watched Amazon Prime's The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart.  So I am using all Simon's streaming services to watch the shows about women being driven to kill their domestic abusers....... so cheerful.

I also had a weird Thursday connecting my old therapist with the new one, which might help with the ACC situation or not.  But was mostly just a bit weird.

Otherwise life is just servitude to the ginger peril.

So much fluff.

How can such a small creature moult so much fluff.

The hair gets into everything.

It fills the vacuum so fast.