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Feb. 11th, 2021 09:55 pmI am still in Facebook jail for mocking white people - or specifically using the phrase "blue eyed white devils" in regards to Game of Thrones. The algorithm did it. The algorithm is a fucking Nazi. Facebook is bullshit and yet I'm addicted. As soon as Tuesday comes I will check every hour to make sure I know when I can go back.
Gambit is dead. My other cats are leaving each other alone. Oskar is still shitting in the kitchen. Felix is still taking some grisly shits and not covering them up properly. I apologize for that update but he just did it and I can smell that. Damnit Felix.
I waited for the call for the Fair Hearing only to learn that the New York Burial Fund that denied my claim had sent me a packet ONE WEEK AGO and expected me to have it by now. I actually do have it. It's in my mailbox but I didn't check the mail. I asked for an adjournment. I don't know if I'm going to succeed. They didn't get the paperwork from the Veterans Administration or Isabella Geriatric. I'm going to have to figure out ways to say that it's still ok to pay me. With Isabella I contacted a lawyer for a possible lawsuit and they are stonewalling me for medical records. With the VA, I don't know. It's not my fault that they are not sending in the fucking paperwork.
Besides I didn't even use the VA. The VA would have paid for burial expenses and put Mom in a military cemetery (just like grandmother and grandfather are buried together in Fort Snelling because grandfather Jake was in WWII). Mom wanted to be cremated. So no money from the VA.
Speaking of which I still have Mom's ashes. I really don't know where to put them. I just brought out Gambit and put him in a park next to a tree (only Socrates got a burial because my friend worked at the local church at the time). But Mom was only in New York for the last few months and for a couple weeks in September 2004 when she drove me here (and then flew back). She had a good time then. She really liked TIme's Square. Should I spread Mom's ashes in Times Square.
Also Isabella may say that Mom owes them money because she was supposed to give them her entire Social Security and Pension. She never signed that paperwork. And for fuck's sake I had to use the money to keep her from starving to death with that shitty food. They got about $40,000 a month from the state for her. They didn't need her $1000/month. Anyhow Isabella - the place that killed my mom - may very well stop this. But they are also just not sending in the forms.
So it's my fucking responsibility? Fuck this.
I had the same issue back in September when I tried to apply for rent relief. Not the rent relief that paid HALF of my monthly rent (I'm still five months behind because Cuomo is a master of the empty gesture) but a rent relief that would be a loan. I wanted it to pay off my rent, but I didn't want it as a loan because like other loans it would have just added to my debt.
But I did TRY to get all the forms in. Only the fuckers in the department decided that they needed a SIGNED NOTE from my roommate stating how much he paid a month. My roommate who doesn't fucking talk to me is supposed to sign a note. I got everything else but a fucking note. This is worse than when the people at the humane society hear that I have a roommate and decide that despite years of taking care of cats and having cats in my apartment that they want me to BRING MY ROOMMATE WITH ME to the animal shelter to give over their approval. That was back when I actually had a friendly roommate who might have been convinced to do it. But it was still idiotic.
So I probably won't get money from the state for my mom. I got money from GOFundMe.
Speaking of which here's the gofundme for Gambit's vet bill - https://www.gofundme.com/help-pay-veterinary-bill-for-gambit
I don't think I'm going to get much. I'll find out next week when I can post on Facebook but generally people prefer to help living cats. This is basically me spending $1200 to find out that my cat has cancer a day before he died.
I probably should go to another vet. When Patches died, I only had to pay $700 to find out that she was dying of FLV.
Pretty nothing days. I still have to finish a short story.
I am also trying to help a guy out who is editing an anthology that interests me (I also submitted) and he's trying to get diversity but looking in the wrong places. He thinks that most horror writers are white dudes and hasn't been proactive in testing that assumption. He's also not accepting reprints which is increasingly becoming a pet peeve. If you are editing an anthology and NOT paying pro-rates (or even semi-pro) then fucking accept reprints. I got a few dozen stories that would fit but I published them already. I have friends who would have great stories for the anthologies but they were published already.
Seriously, pro-rate writers are not going to submit to a token payment anthology under the best of conditions. And without accepting reprints there's no way to get them.
My pro-rate sales are few so I don't consider myself a pro-rate writer. I submitted a story because it's very niche - 1918 anarchist werewolves with Yiddish idioms throughout - but had the anthology not been almost made for the story I would have avoided it.
Anyhow, the 1986 anthology is still there.
Last thing, my freezer is filled up. I went to the grocery store and used almost all of my SNAP benefits. They came today. Keyfood is fucking evil in its markups.
Oh yeah, I also have been having too much fun with Dogecoin. Since you can day trade the shit out of that volatile preposterous thing I've been selling it high and buying it low but it looks like it might be crashing finally. I mean a month ago it was less than a penny and then it shot up. It's now going between 6.5 cents and 8 cents a coin. Last week when I started buying these things they were 4 cents a coin.
There's a very really chance that I'm going to lose as it just crashes back to that .0003 a share. But I've never had more than $50 in it. So it sucks but I can consider it an expensive lesson.
Ok. That's it.
Gambit is dead. My other cats are leaving each other alone. Oskar is still shitting in the kitchen. Felix is still taking some grisly shits and not covering them up properly. I apologize for that update but he just did it and I can smell that. Damnit Felix.
I waited for the call for the Fair Hearing only to learn that the New York Burial Fund that denied my claim had sent me a packet ONE WEEK AGO and expected me to have it by now. I actually do have it. It's in my mailbox but I didn't check the mail. I asked for an adjournment. I don't know if I'm going to succeed. They didn't get the paperwork from the Veterans Administration or Isabella Geriatric. I'm going to have to figure out ways to say that it's still ok to pay me. With Isabella I contacted a lawyer for a possible lawsuit and they are stonewalling me for medical records. With the VA, I don't know. It's not my fault that they are not sending in the fucking paperwork.
Besides I didn't even use the VA. The VA would have paid for burial expenses and put Mom in a military cemetery (just like grandmother and grandfather are buried together in Fort Snelling because grandfather Jake was in WWII). Mom wanted to be cremated. So no money from the VA.
Speaking of which I still have Mom's ashes. I really don't know where to put them. I just brought out Gambit and put him in a park next to a tree (only Socrates got a burial because my friend worked at the local church at the time). But Mom was only in New York for the last few months and for a couple weeks in September 2004 when she drove me here (and then flew back). She had a good time then. She really liked TIme's Square. Should I spread Mom's ashes in Times Square.
Also Isabella may say that Mom owes them money because she was supposed to give them her entire Social Security and Pension. She never signed that paperwork. And for fuck's sake I had to use the money to keep her from starving to death with that shitty food. They got about $40,000 a month from the state for her. They didn't need her $1000/month. Anyhow Isabella - the place that killed my mom - may very well stop this. But they are also just not sending in the forms.
So it's my fucking responsibility? Fuck this.
I had the same issue back in September when I tried to apply for rent relief. Not the rent relief that paid HALF of my monthly rent (I'm still five months behind because Cuomo is a master of the empty gesture) but a rent relief that would be a loan. I wanted it to pay off my rent, but I didn't want it as a loan because like other loans it would have just added to my debt.
But I did TRY to get all the forms in. Only the fuckers in the department decided that they needed a SIGNED NOTE from my roommate stating how much he paid a month. My roommate who doesn't fucking talk to me is supposed to sign a note. I got everything else but a fucking note. This is worse than when the people at the humane society hear that I have a roommate and decide that despite years of taking care of cats and having cats in my apartment that they want me to BRING MY ROOMMATE WITH ME to the animal shelter to give over their approval. That was back when I actually had a friendly roommate who might have been convinced to do it. But it was still idiotic.
So I probably won't get money from the state for my mom. I got money from GOFundMe.
Speaking of which here's the gofundme for Gambit's vet bill - https://www.gofundme.com/help-pay-veterinary-bill-for-gambit
I don't think I'm going to get much. I'll find out next week when I can post on Facebook but generally people prefer to help living cats. This is basically me spending $1200 to find out that my cat has cancer a day before he died.
I probably should go to another vet. When Patches died, I only had to pay $700 to find out that she was dying of FLV.
Pretty nothing days. I still have to finish a short story.
I am also trying to help a guy out who is editing an anthology that interests me (I also submitted) and he's trying to get diversity but looking in the wrong places. He thinks that most horror writers are white dudes and hasn't been proactive in testing that assumption. He's also not accepting reprints which is increasingly becoming a pet peeve. If you are editing an anthology and NOT paying pro-rates (or even semi-pro) then fucking accept reprints. I got a few dozen stories that would fit but I published them already. I have friends who would have great stories for the anthologies but they were published already.
Seriously, pro-rate writers are not going to submit to a token payment anthology under the best of conditions. And without accepting reprints there's no way to get them.
My pro-rate sales are few so I don't consider myself a pro-rate writer. I submitted a story because it's very niche - 1918 anarchist werewolves with Yiddish idioms throughout - but had the anthology not been almost made for the story I would have avoided it.
Anyhow, the 1986 anthology is still there.
Last thing, my freezer is filled up. I went to the grocery store and used almost all of my SNAP benefits. They came today. Keyfood is fucking evil in its markups.
Oh yeah, I also have been having too much fun with Dogecoin. Since you can day trade the shit out of that volatile preposterous thing I've been selling it high and buying it low but it looks like it might be crashing finally. I mean a month ago it was less than a penny and then it shot up. It's now going between 6.5 cents and 8 cents a coin. Last week when I started buying these things they were 4 cents a coin.
There's a very really chance that I'm going to lose as it just crashes back to that .0003 a share. But I've never had more than $50 in it. So it sucks but I can consider it an expensive lesson.
Ok. That's it.
