I am dead

Fenton Small is dead. At least at this location. If you are among a select few, you will be getting an email telling you the location of the new blog. It's been a good run, but I must go into witness protection before anyone finds out where I've been blogging. See you on the other site!

Not a date

Yeah, tonight, it was totally not a date at all and, to be honest, I'm really glad. Don't get me wrong, I had tonnes of fun, but I honestly can't see myself with this woman on any level past friendship. As similar as we are, we're way to different. I can't really place it, but I just don't feel it. And, maybe that's it--a lack of romantic chemistry. As friends, yeah, there's a certain chemistry, but nothing of the romantic sort.

It was fun though, driving around aimlessly, hanging out in a proper sized apartment, and wanting to live there instead of here (mostly just because I really want a bigger place). It's a decent location, actually, and a nice size, so I would seriously considering moving into the complex this summer, assuming there is an opening. If not there, then somewhere similar. It's right next to a mall (with proper hours, unlike City Centre), and is in relatively quick driving distance of my friends, family, and work. That's the kind of place I need--non-central enough to be relatively cheap and relatively large, but not so out of the way that it's inconvenient. It's also along several major bus routes, so it wouldn't be horribly impossible for the many carless people I know to come and visit. Of course, I'm getting way ahead of myself here. I'm still locked into a lease for several more months and, despite what you might believe from reading this blog, I actually do enjoy living downtown--it's just not something I want to do in the long-term.

Also, I am thinking of abandoning Fenton Small. This alias is too compromised. More and more, I am fearing that people who shouldn't know about Fenton would be able to find him quite easily. So, probably, in the next few weeks, Fenton will die, and he will move to a new location. This new location will be emailed to a select few people, and Fenton will die the death of so many forgotten blogs. (Well, probably not. I'll probably still use Fenton's account, but move to a new URL, and make this URL "non-public," so you won't be able to see it if you look at Fenton's public profile...it's still be online, just inactive and slightly more difficult to find by "accident.")

Well, that's it!

New car stereo is installed. I don't know if it's draining more than it should (and if, as a result, I should connect it directly to the battery, instead of to the circuit it is currently wired into), or if we knocked something loose while we were putting it in, or what, but some of my lights were funky. Actually this, I know, is because of a power issue. I now have a 20 amp fuse where I should have a 15 amp, because if I use a 15 amp it blows as soon as I start the car, leaving me without instrument lights and taillights. But, the lights that flash when I use the power locks, or that turn on when I use the command start...these don't work. Or, rather, they work, but not in those situations. As long as they work when the vehicle is actually in motion, it's all good, I suppose, but I still want to figure out why they aren't working, and fix them. Someone suggested "parasitic drain! connect direct to your battery OR ELSE TROUBLE!" so I'm thinking that I'll probably do that bit or rewiring on the weekend.

In other news, I have a kind of sort of "date" on Friday with "old love interest." It is just a friendly get together, probably, but I am getting this odd vibe...a vibe of "I am going to seduce you Fenton!" Of course, I suck at reading vibes, so I'm probably way off. Really, she is probably planning to castrate me or something...

Things

1. Why the hell do I always fall for the girls who are "not interested in dating at the moment?" Mr. Smoothride gives me Emily's phone number this morning but says, "There is a stipulation with this number, and that is that she has thought a lot about it [ed: about what? romance in general, or me in specific? I'm assuming the former, but what a fucking burn if it were the latter], and she isn't interested in being in a relationship right now. She's interested in meeting friends though. So, consider that if you decided to pursue anything with this phone number." Well, okay, I still want to get to know her better, because she's a really cool person, but seriously, what the hell? This is pretty much the story of my love life for the past year. Fenton meets girl, girl is currently uninterested, and shows no signs of being interested anytime soon. Fenton whines about it on his blog. I'm seriously starting to think that maybe I should just let other people set me up with women they know, at least that way I'll know that, if they shoot me down, it's actually because of me, and not some vague "I'm not in a relationship state-of-mind right now." Bah! Oh well, I shall continue my attitude of, "I will just hang out with cool people and see what happens as a result."
2. I have been a pretty shitty friend lately: making up excuses to refuse offers to hangout, not bothering to get back to people, completely forgetting about birthdays even after reading about them multiple times on blogs...I need to shape up! I also need to get out of the strange funk I've been in lately. Many times in the past few weeks, I feel like I want to do nothing except watch TV and eat crappy food. This is okay once in a while, but it's been a lot lately. I blame the weather: nice enough to make me feel bad about not going outside, but still just crappy enough to make me hesitant to go outside for more than the time it takes me to walk from the door to the car.
3. I am more indifferent about the election results than I thought I would be--perhaps becaues I pretty much knew that what happened was going to happen, and I had already come to terms with it. Plus, honestly, the Grits and the Tories are practically the same, despite what people seem to think.
4. Work is stressing me out a lot lately. This is mostly due to the fact that everyone else in the office is projecting their stress onto me (and each other). Personally, I find it really easy to go with the flow, and not let work stress me out. However, when everyone around you is stressed out, it's surprisingly hard not to find yourself stressing right along with them, even if you have no reason to feel stressed.
5. I need much alcohol! Also, SEX SOMETIME BEFORE I DIE WOULD BE NICE, JUST TO REMIND ME WHAT THE HELL IT IS LIKE! (I'm not hard up! I'm not bitter! I'm not angry! Ahahahahahahahahaha!)
   

Lazy Sunday

No, this isn't a post about the now classic SNL short, it's about today. I woke up late, but not ridiculously so, ate cold pizza for breakfast, and took a short drive to the grocery store. It's an absolutely gorgeous day out, perfect for cruising around aimlessly, which I'm not doing at the moment, but might do later. It's so nice out that I don't even mind not having a stereo. Just roll down the window and listen to the sounds of the city. Until then, I'll sit here listening to the cool jazz-hop that is Moka Only (pre-The Desired Effect). Classic Sunday afternoon.

Putzes Anonymous

My name is Fenton, and I'm a putz. You see, I am too fucking inept to know when is the right moment to ask a girl for her phone number. If we were in a one-on-one situation, it would be easy, but we weren't, and so I suddenly became completely fucking inept. I'm a social retard sometimes. Despite failing to actually get a phone number, it was a great night, and so far all of my suspicions about her have been confirmed. She's smart, and hilarious, and witty, and sarcastic, and acserbic, and just plain fun to be around. It doesn't hurt that she's really fucking cute, either.

So, after the excellent night in which I didn't ask her for her phone number, I call Mr. Smoothride and say, "I'm a fucking putz. I think I need you to get me her phone number so I can call her and tell her that the reason I'm a putz is because I've got kind of a crush on her and I'd like to take her out sometime...but, in a way that's more smooth than that [Who am I kidding? I'm not smooth, awkward is my nerdy version of smooth and, sometimes, it even works -- ed.]" Of course, instead of just saying, "Yes, here is her number. I know you are a classy guy and would not harass her or continue to call her if she was uninterested or blah blah blah," he says, "I will ask Mrs. Smoothride to ask Emily if it's okay for me to give you her number." This, apparently, is the "proper" way of doing things. It sounds kind of like the junior high school way of doing things, but whatever. I guess formalities are important to some people.

In any case, I will most likely be calling her up later this week to say, "Hi! The reason I appear to be a fucking moron in front of you is because I'm attracted to you, and attractive women turn my brain into mush until I actually get to know them!" And, no, this does not prove the Hydrass theory of being disappointed when you think too much about it and then it doesn't turn out the way you thought it would because:

1. I didn't really "think" about it too much. I mean, yeah, she was on my mind a lot, but I didn't really imagine a lot. I didn't sit there thinking, "Man, it will be perfect because we will do this and this and she will be just think this!" I admit that I have done that many times before, and was usually disappointed as a result, but I didn't really do that this time.
2. Despite my ineptitude, things actually went really fucking well. Everyone involved had a fucking blast, and this excursion only confirmed my first impressions of her. She is an awesome person. Even if it were doomed to be mere friendship, I would still be pretty satisfied. I mean, sure, I'd be disappointed that it didn't go further than that, but the point is that she's awesome...and something about some theory that I somehow didn't prove (as you may have noticed, I'm rambling. I am in RACE mode at the moment. I was speeding A LOT on the way home tonight, and I'm still speeding inside my fucked up little brain).

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Seriously though, it went really fucking well, ineptitude aside.

Shaw is slow to update...

Apparently, the reason that recent updates to my other site aren't visibile is because Shaw has not updated it's DNS cache in several days. See, I am on a new server. Shaw is still pointing my domain to the old IP address. As a result, YOU CANNOT SEE THINGS UPDATED AFTER THE MOVE! This annoys me, as it has been several days already. In fact, I'm pretty sure it was working, and then started pointing to the old IP again...what the hell? If you are not on Shaw, you probably have no problem seeing recent posts...I however, cannot see recent updates to my own blog. They are published, and online, but I cannot see them...