If you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell?
I don’t know.
I don’t think that I could open up a shop.
I don’t know what I’d sell.
I don’t feel comfortable asking people for money, even if I am trading them goods for their money,
Tag: dailyprompt
What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?
What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?
In this day and age I’d have to say that my smartphone is.
It contains all of my personal information, all of my banking information, and all of my medical information.
And they’re secured on the phone. I don’t use facial ID and I have encryption turned on.
It also has software installed on it so that I can view the major systems at work so that I can keep an eye on things.
And my music.
Music is a distraction for my brain. I can’t listen to music while I am trying to complete work that requires mental contemplation, but when I’m working with my hands on mechanical type work I need music to distract my brain from getting lost in thoughts and memories.
Describe your life in an alternate universe.
Describe your life in an alternate universe.
In the ideal alternative universe my father would have worn a condom or would have pulled out in time.
Or ideally my mother would have obtained an abortion.
Barring that, my grandmother would have miscarried my father.
And if none of that worked out, then my father would have never joined the Canadian Armed Forces.
And barring that, even if my father had joined the Canadian Armed Forces, the politicians in this country would have never allowed the Canadian Armed Forces to “wash their laundry in-house” with their own private and beyond public scrutiny police force.
There’s a lot that I wish could be different in an alternate or parallel universe. They’re very specific wishes.
You didn’t think that I was going to wish for fantasy type wishes, did you?
List 30 things that make you happy.
List 30 things that make you happy.
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3-?
4-?
5-?
6-?
7-?
Who the fuck am I honestly trying to fool?
Make me happy? I don’t think that anything makes me happy.
See, as a kid I learned to not hope, or desire, or want. If I let Richard now that I wanted something or hoped to get something he’d make sure that this would be denied to me
Happy? No, you didn’t dare be happy around Richard. If you made this mistake of letting Richard know what made you happy then he’d go out of his way to make sure that you were kept aware from what made you happy.
At work things don’t make me happy. Doing things correctly and properly shouldn’t be sources of “happiness” and it isn’t. I do what I can, not because it makes me happy. I do what I can so that people can’t attack me.
I learnt a very long time ago to always make an effort to appear happy. People like that shit.
Nobody likes emotionally disturbed people at work. Nobody wants to work with depressed people.
Nobody wants to work with anxious people.
People don’t like this shit.
What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?
What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?
It’s too late for me.
But I would really love to see the National Defence Act re-written so as to make it very clear that the military has absolutely no jurisdiction to investigate any type of service offence that has been committed against a civilian, especially if the crime has been committed against a military dependent.
It’s a stretch, but I would also love to see the criminal code of Canada and the National Defence Act ammended to nullify the pre-1998 time bar, and to nullify any decision by a commanding officer to dismiss charges that had been brought against their subordinate.
Future Travel Plans.
Well, the USofA is out of the question. The situation down there isn’t going to clear up anytime before 2028 – 2029. And that’s assuming that Trump is out of office in 2029. And even then it will take a few years for normalcy to return. So as it stands, January of 2025 is probably the last time that I will ever be down to the USofA.
About the only place that I would want to travel to before March of 2027 would be Iceland for December 2026. I was in Iceland in 2023 for the summer solstice, so being in Iceland for the winter solstice would be a neat way to finish off my life.
Much like 2023 I’d stay for 14 days.
Just absorb the Aurora Borealis, the cold, and the isolation and get ready for March of 2027.
I have no idea of what will actually happen in March of 2027, I do know that after I make my application for Medical Assistance in Dying it will take a few months before I get to go for assessments. And then even after approval there’s a “90-day cooling off period”. So it’s not like I’ll be gone right away in March of 2027.
But I do think that if I manage to make it back to Iceland in December of 2026 that this will be my absolute final trip anywhere.
Maybe this time I’ll try to go to the north side of the island so that I can say that I’ve made it north of the Arctic circle.
Traditions?
This one is an easy one.
I’m not a piss tank alcoholic like my father was, so there’s that.
I’m also not a rage prone asshole that isn’t afraid to use physical violence to dominate others.
I don’t make up lies.
I don’t make promises I have no intention of keeping.
To the best of my knowledge my father had no traditions. He was so empty and so damaged that there was noting there. The only other adult that was in my life as a kid was my grandmother, but she was usually so drunk that she couldn’t pass on a tradition is she wanted to
This was today’s prompt.
In no particular order:
- At least 2 false fire alarms per day due to patients smoking / vaping in the hospital.
- People complaining about the elevators.
- The voices in my head, specifically my father and Captain Totzke
- Code Blue pages.
- Code Grey pages.
- The phone ringing non-stop.
- Self doubt.
- Complaints about 40 year old equipment that’s been running 24/7/365 breaking down.
- Complaints about a building designed 50 years ago not surpassing today’s design criteria.
Who would I invite for dinner
Daily writing prompt
If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?
Would this have to be a civilized dinner or could this be something straight from the pages of “The Game of Thrones”.
A civilized dinner?
Can’t think of anyone.
A “Game of Thrones” themed dinner.
Yeah, far too many people involved with the Canadian Armed Forces………
Today’s prompt
I honestly never expected to live this long.
I obviously never put any thought into retiring.
When your adolescence and early adult years are spent trying to figure out the best way to kill yourself without looking like a loser, planning for a long life or planning for retirement aren’t really priority number one.
I still have no retirement plans.
As I’ve said before, I don’t exist outside of work.
The childhood I had didn’t lead me towards finding meaning for life within myself. The meaning for my existence has always come from working.
And to anyone who thinks of coming at me with “well, we’ve all had tough childhoods”……… you can go fuck yourself.
I’m tired.
Even more so since I got involved with the Canadian Forces National Investigation Service in 2011.
You can only be called a liar so many times by the Canadian Armed Forces before it really takes a toll on your mental health.
And let’s face it, my mental health wasn’t all that great to begin with before I sent that fateful email off to the Edmonton Police Service in March of 2011.
And believe me, getting called a scam artist by Harjit Sajjan didn’t help my depression or anxiety much either.
The only reason that Sajjan allowed the release of the courts martial transcripts and the CFSIU investigation paperwork in 2020 is he realized that somehow I had become aware of the existence of the documents and he calculated the risk that I would somehow find out the contents of those documents and he didn’t want to have the public find out that I had been telling the truth about CFB Namao while he called me a scam artist to my face.
And my brother’s death has really reinforced for me the fact that no one really gives a shit.
So yeah, I have no intention of sticking around past 2027.
I have no intention of retiring and spending more time with my constant companions of betrayal, depression, anxiety, and CPTSD.
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