Conversationally Cursed

I know I promised not to use this blog to rant, but really, what else are blogs used for? I will hereby change the promise I made to "I promise not to use this blog to rant about petty problems." I will however blog about stuff I think is worth ranting about. Stuff that has a point and meaning.

I try my best to social network., and sometimes, most of the time, people can't hold conversations or just don't care to talk and be friends. This seems petty doesn't it? Wrong. I don't social network because I want people to like me. I social network to work on social skills that elude me, or are difficult for me. I am autistic (well, since Aspergers' Syndrome is finally recognized as its own disorder, it technically isn't counted in the autistic spectrum, but it is just easier to say autism). I won't go into detail about it as I will type on forever about it. Instead, you can read this handy-dandy wikipedia article about it. (I haven't gone through the whole thing so it may be a little dated, we all know the internet, right?)

So, while not replying to a message or replying with one word replies doesn't seem like a big deal to you, it is to me. It is actually extremely frustrating. I do not think most people realize how much energy, thought, and trial I put into something even as simple as "Hello, how are you?" It takes a lot of courage and effort on my part to do so. Reaching out to people is not something  generally enjoy doing. Part of me does it because I need to. I need to for CKKC, for my hobbies and interests, for friends and most of all, for myself. I do in fact wish I could just curl up and hide in my room with my pets and live life without worry. Unfortunately we all know that is not how it works. I instead choose to wish for people to realize what a gift conversation is. It is also frustrating when people who I actually wish to talk to do not reply. I understand I do not completely have the choice to communicate and make friends those the people I want to, and I am glad for that. Some of the most interesting people I know, I did not intend to commune with them, but it happened. Most of you take communication for granted. I do not merely mean idle chat. I include in this connotation, pitch, eye contact, mannerisms and body language.

Part of the reason I guess I wrote this post is for people to gain an understanding that it is hard for me, and I put a lot into social networking and communicating. The other part of the reason is hope that people will realize and not shrug conversation away as nothing. It is something. It is how things can start, end, evolve and mature.

Up and Packed, Not Quite Settled.

Sorry for the long delay in postings. A lot has gone on and I needed to get settled again before I could update.

I moved out of my parents place for the first time. It is both exciting and nerve racking, free and frustrating. The new house is a really good one, despite being so far down south in the city. The distance and transit are really the only downsides though. All of my pets even have their own room! I got another pet as well, but I will save that for another post.

I also got a great job. I got a position at a high end piercing shop. I work long hours and my days off are not back to back, but it is worth it. I am having a lot of fun there. I am not a piercer, but it is so neat seeing how things are done. It is getting me closer to a community I always wanted to be a part of but never really had the chance before. I think part of that is because I moved out. The job has taken up a lot of my time and that is a bit of a bummer. I have less time for the communities I love to help out and indulge in.

I have yet to fully unpack, however, the animals are set up and that is what is important.

A Tumultuous Transfer

After a rather turbid time trying to figure things out, I have managed to change the account this blog is administrated by to the account I actually use.

I was using my old email address, but I got a new one when bearpup came around. I inadvertently made a Google account for it and thus, will not allow me change the old address on the account to the new one as it is "already associated with another account". You apparently cannot delete Google accounts and when I tried to email them, it said I couldn't use a Gmail address to email Google Support. That is kinda pathetic in my mind. On top of it, they would only give me 25 goddamn spaces in the goddamn comment box to explain the goddamn problem.

Anyway, with a bit of direction from Roscoe, I manage to add my new email address as a moderator to the my blog, and then change status from moderator to administrator. I could then deleted my old email address as the blog needs at least administrator at all times. This effectively switched the blog to be under my new address' full and utter control! Muh ha hahahahaha!

This has not changed anything to do with the blog, other than the administrating email address.

Another Year Passes

I dislike the title of this post but it is 2:34 AM and I cannot think of anything better. My birthday was on Sunday and now I am 24 years old. I had a fantastic time. I went frolicking at Sikome lake with a bunch of friends around 1 PM. On the way there we picked up Danica and she gave me a $25 gift card to Mountain Equipment Co-Op, stating " I know you like camping and stuff, so here you go". I love it and cannot wait to visit the store. Some friends, a couple, knew I liked mead and cider, however hey couldn't decide what kind of cider and mead I liked. This lead them to buy me a box full of assorted kinds. I am excited to sample all of them!

After swimming, there was a party at the Calgary Eagle. The theme was "fire hydrant red", so everyone that came had to wear red. I wore my Sepultura shirt, the one with the Canadian flag on it, and some fantastic pants I got.Now time for a quick side story! Woohoo! I was at T.D. Square with Danica and saw these pants. I called my mom and asked for some money because I absolutely needed these pants. She transferred some money to me. Since my mother gave me the money for the pair, I am treating it like it was my birthday present from her. The are bright red (my colour of red) stretchy jeans, in leopard print. Yeah they are fucking amazing, Anyway, Roscoe and I arrive at the bar to be greeted by many close friends. As soon as I walk in, I see Sir Johnathan who immidietly grabs my had and drags me to the bar. "One paw up on the bar boy. Now the other. Good boy. Hey Kevin, 3 shots of Honey Jack for the pup!" He grins and tells me to drink all three right away. I do as I am told and he quickly asks me what I wish to drink. I say a Strongbow would be swell. As soon as I recieve the pint of cider Sir Johnathan tell me to take a sip. I sip and place the glass back down on the bar and he says to me "that's a girly sip, drink down to here" as he points a quarter way down the pint glass. Another two shots of Honey Jack ensues, and to be followed by two shots of Jager. Sir Joel brings out platters of potato salad, hamburgers and hotdogs and more. I reach for a hotdog, Joel stops me and tells me to follow him. I am led to the back room of the facility and he hands me a plate with a steak half the size of the dinner plate! It was delectable. I was soon told to sit down, and a cake was brought out as everyone sung happy birthday. The cake was little mini chocolate chip banana bread muffins around in the shape of a fire hydrant with red icing to top it off. It was so delicious and awesome. After a few stories were shared about Hoover being a poodle, a good friend Brent decides he wants some pictures with me in the new wrestling singlet I bought myself for my birthday. Ryan shows up at this point with Cisco. It was very nice to see them there. Brent and I pup out a bit on the stage at this point, which was short lived but very fun. Brent informs me that he got me a present but left it at his place so we venture over there after finishing up at the bar. He got me a fucking speculum. It looks so alien and intriguing, It is an interesting toy.

It was a very fun birthday, and I am glad to have seen everyone who showed up at the bar. I ordered myself another birthday present, but that is for another blog entry. ;)

Food-Hungry Feathered Fiend

A quick trip back to the other day. Roscoe, Danica and I wanted to go for a dip, so we drove down to southern Calgary to go to Sikome lake. The website said it was open first weekend of June and we adore swimming so naturally we were all really excited. When we got there, we found out via sign pasted over that the man made body of water was closed until June 16th! How rude! We decided to go downtown to a measure of the river and plunge ourselves there.

We parked by Eau Claire Market and walked through Prince`s Island Park where they have a branch of river that is usually inhabited by a voluminous congregation of geese, ducks and the occasional gull or two, sometimes innumerable. We strolled past the water and down and around the park where Danica decidedly photo bombed a picture of some adolescent imp on a bridge. We made it to the river, though we did not wonder in much more than the what we could call the sand bar. We skipped some rocks and splashed each other and had a grande time. We started to head back to the car, again walking around the park and such, I almost got hit in the head with a frisbee. We made it back to the goose indwell and watched some goose-lings and mallards swim about with the larger geese.

This next part was my favorite part of the day and honestly, the main reason why I am posting about this expedition. Across the arm of water, some people started feeding the birds. The smile on our faces lit up when we saw this. We know how geese are. We know that a life long fear of geese would ensue in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... the child goes screaming towards the mother after the goose snapped at her hand. The goose concluded that it should follow, for she has food. The little girl, who appeared no older than 6, reached out to grapple onto her mother`s leg as the goose was in pursuit. That feathered fowl tackled the bantam damsel in distress! I know it may be cruel, but it had to be the most hilarious thing in a while and I was the only one to watch it go down! A goose on a rock on our side of the brook chose to go evacuate its bowels at the exact same moment the one across was determined to contend with the food abnegating child. The other two I was with were distracted by the said poo-clad event.

What a glorious day.

Crazy Cards With The Czar

"You Sir are a fascist! People do not look back on Mussolini and say "Oh that guy, he made a mean lasagna", NO. That is fascism!"

No truer words have ever been spoken during a few games of go fish and crazy eights, and better way to kick off this section of my blog.

Bilateral Blog

Greetings! This entry to to kick of the new portion of The Hydrant, "The Boy Chronicles". This section is to account for all those moments in life were I feel like posting all that absurdity that is not kink related. A lot of you know me as a pup, and for good reason. A pup is mainly what I am, and my kinks mean a lot to me and have become a lofty, even exalted part of my life. However, there is a bit more to me than that. Everything that is likened to that part of my life will be posted in this section. I hope you enjoy the new version of accounts of my vigor.

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