Talked To The Kitties For The First Time In About 10 Days (I Had Laryngitis)

i was able, for the first time in almost 2 weeks, to speak words out loud. never had laryngitis before. what a crazy trip that is.

anyway…i spoke to the kitties today and they didn’t care one bit.

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That One Time In 6th Grade…

i got some money for xmas. bought some “magic” stuff with it. disappearing ink and a hand buzzer (not magic, but funny as fuk to a 6th grader).

as soon as i got to school, i immediately walked up to the principal and squirted his white shirt with (what appeared to be) blue ink.

every child around froze and had a look of fear i’m not sure i’ve seen before. all the adults stopped everything they were doing and looked like “oh allen…you finally crossed the line.”

then i realized nobody knew what it was, so i screamed “no! don’t worry. it’s magic disappearing ink i got for xmas. just give it a few seconds and it turns to water with no stain whatsoever!”

that was an indescribable 20 seconds of my life. everyone around just staring at his shirt. then…it went away.

he ended up chuckling at me and told me to never do that to anyone ever again.

everyone hated the hand buzzer, btw. best. buy. ever.

(i have no clue how old i was here. that was my dog among 6 cats in our home. her name was “princess”. she had a german name when my mom got her, but changed it because “it sounds too angry”. i’m wearing an “air force” tshirt because i was a “military brat”)

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I Could Be The “Jane Goodall” For Cats (Day 9 Of Not Talking To My Cats…)

since my laryngitis, i’ve been unable to speak (barely even whisper at the beginning). they said the only cure is to cease and desist all talking, whispering, or any sounds.

of course, during this time, i have not spoken to at all. normally, i talk to them a LOT.

they know something’s wrong, but are not clear what it is.

here in the jungle, i’ve noticed that since i’ve stopped talking to them for over a week…they have (exponentially) decreased their meowing.

i still hold and love on them constantly, of course, i just haven’t been discussing politics with them lately…

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Defending Myself (Yourself) In Court? Been Studying/Memorizing For 4 Months. I Might Give It A Go Against Someone.

in my opinion (and from what many google searches have said), bank of america fucked me over and continues to do so. i can’t stop them…i’m a drop in their ocean. i sincerely believe with all of my heart that (right at the EXACT time the mortgage stuff collapsed along with our economy) they sold me a predatory loan. i had zero clue what it meant (or eventually would mean). (the answer is financial disaster and loss of well over 100k, i think).

because there’s no money in it for the lawyers, it seems they’re all very busy right now. i tried “free” legal organizations, but nothing. so then i thought…is it a dumbass thing to attempt to file a civil suit against a giant like boa and also be your own lawyer? what’s the old phrase? “anyone who defends himself has a fool for a lawyer”.

then i googled “defending yourself in civil court” and got a myriad of quality information. some very detailed. but they all did say one constant: if you lose, you lose your case, what you were suing for (or to keep), and you have to pay all of boa’s attorney fees, court costs, and jesus christ himself will come down and make you give him one million dollars. (cash only…he’s like that.)

if i won (and the judge was cool), i’d ask him/her to say “you’re out of order, mr. mcnulty!” so i can do the famous court bit most know. after everyone’s left, of course haha

also, i really, really, really, need the judge to be a sassy, black, lady. not only will i feel like i have a fair and impartial judge, but we can also do the sassy, black lady head roll when bank of america says some bullshit and we catch ’em on it.

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Day 7 of 14 Days of Laryngitis. My Cats Still Can’t Figure Out WTF Is Going On.

it’s really weird to attempt to talk and not even a peep comes out. i can whisper just a little. i’m only half-way through the course, assuming i’ve been diagnosed correctly.

my cats think it’s sorta’ effed up that i don’t talk to them anymore. i love on them more than i should, but i don’t speak to them. they remain confused 🙂

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A Small Part Of Just One Coming Out…

because of indescribable hatred and violence towards gay people in 1985, i was 19 before i came out to one friend and my mom. mom said “well…it’s going to be a sad an lonely life” and didn’t speak to me for around 3 weeks.

#itgetsbetter

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5th Or 6th Day Of Severe Laryngitis. I Know Sign Language (ASL), But That Doesn’t Help For A Single Second.

i have to run errands with (non-contagious) severe laryngitis. i can’t speak (not even whisper) for around 14 days straight. (i asked the dr. “business days”?) she laughed.

i have to communicate. it’s inevitable and ubiquitous. if i whisper to them, it sounds like i’m going to kill them later. when i write something down, they all think i’m deaf.

some who think i’m deaf, call for someone else to help. WHY???????? can you not write or speak or read? you need better social skills. i don’t know how my deaf friends deal with being treated like an idiot all the time.

anyway…i know sign language (asl) pretty ok. it’s been 20 years, so i probably suck pretty badly. but so far, not one single person i’ve encountered has been deaf or know asl.

the journey continues….

[shout out to all my hoh and deaf friends in seattle!]

(comment below with something stupid or interesting…)

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5th Day With Laryngitis (Cats Remain Aware, Yet Confused)

due to the laryngitis, i haven’t spoken to my cats in five days. a few loud clappings to stop from from doing cat stuff that makes a disturbing sound, but nothing verbal. i’ve snuck in a few whispers, against doctor’s orders, but remain concerned and confused.

laryngitis is one of the oddest scenarios i’ve ever been in.

i know there are people out there with far worse issues, but fuck them…this is about me! 🙂

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My First Tweet Post On My Blog…

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Sorry About All The Laryngitis Posts, But…

i find all the ways and needs of communicating interesting. especially being a somewhat social person. no matter the cause, i still have to communicate. i had to call my bank on something urgent that couldn’t wait on an email, for example.

words to live by: never whisper something to a bank teller. they get really concerned…

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I Didn’t Realize How Much I Talk To My Cats Until Laryngitis Hit Me

52 and have never had laryngitis. had one rough talking night during my dress rehearsal the night before opening of our high school’s musical “my fair lady”. i played professor henry higgins. my voice was back to normal the next morning. the late, great, randy bryant, directed it at seventy-first high school in fayetteville, nc (71st)

apparently, the only real and sure cure for it is zero use of your vocal chords. not even whispering. stfu, is all everyone says works.

but i constantly catch myself saying some nonsense to one or both, quite often. i think they think something’s up because i haven’t been talking to them. i mean, isn’t oral communication just as important even though neither of us have any clue what the other one’s saying?

(note: it just dawned on me that they might just be enjoying the peace n’ quiet of me shutting up for once in my life.)

(next day note: now i’ve resorted to loud clapping and foot stomping to make them behave and follow all of my human rules. i hope nobody’s watching or they’d lock me away.)

(day 3 of laryngitis: no words spoken for 3 days. a few whispers. i think my cats have determined they have an upperhand, they just don’t get it yet.)

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Another “Me On Twitter” Post

it’s a bit boring on twitter without your love, devotion, and smartass comments. follow me on twitter! @allenmcnulty

i permanently deleted facebook months ago, btw. was thinking about trying what’s app, but i’ll have to read stuff.

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If I Hit The Big Lottery…

i promise to be an instrument of good.

i’ll be a good witch, not a bad one 🙂

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Mom’s Words Still Ring True…

“whenever in doubt, read the instructions.”

she said that a bazillion times to me…usually saying it when i’m stuck on a project and start getting pissy.

i don’t know if her dad drilled the same line into her and she passed it on…or what.

that line still helps. i’ll have to google its etymology.

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I’m Here & On Twitter. Nothing Else. Hoping On A Holodeck, Though…

i should be putting my twitter posts here instead. twitter’s too weird for me. @allenmcnulty is my twitter name if you want to read my crap and/or follow me 🙂

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Dear Dallas…

dear dallas,

you did something courageous that i could never do…you said goodbye.

i tried numerous times, but i never wanted to hurt you like that. i’m happy now that you had the courage to call it off. it had been over for a while, so an ending was the best choice.

my anger when you left was, among other things, my fear of losing my best friend of 13 years. i was also angry that you barely helped with anything: with the chores, a job, nothing. you did “you know what” every day, remained that way all day/evening/night, and played video games almost 24/7. when you *finally* made an attempt at bringing in income, it was too late and you quit doing even that after a very short time and went back to playing video games, and continuing our arguments about your not doing chores. you’re not the only one to blame, but that was the case for our entire relationship. a little help could have made me see you in a different light…but you kept getting darker and i eventually didn’t even notice you any more.

words are too late now….so me, butter, and tommy, wish you well.

all my best,

he looka like a man

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Onomatopoeia Childhood (Original “Adam West” Batman TV Show)

batman was one of my favorite tv shows. during fight scenes it used a lot of onomatopoeia by splashing words on the tv screen…like “POW!” and “BOOM!” maybe that was there way of getting around the censors for violence? regardless, it became an icon.

i bet they saved a lot of footage and editing doing that. plus, it was weirdly cool.

(i should buy one of those subscription sites where i can use any of their images without copyright issues.)

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Opening Doors For Others (Is It A Southern Thing?)

mostly, i grew up in north carolina. then i learned the internet before the majority came along, so i attempted to sell websites to people. i went on over 100 calls. some were intrigued by the “concept”, while everyone else looked at me like i was speaking a the language of an unknown african tribe. i made 4 sales that cost me way more than the travel expenses, had to print new brochures that dumbed it down a bit, ramen noodles, etc. 🙂

one day, i got a wild hair to move to seattle. i had one friend who lived there who was happy to help me transition. rec’d all my ups shipments (like my heavy, at that time, desktop computer, monitor, and peripherals…along with quite a few shipments of stuff i argued with myself a lot to keep or lose forever. the computer and cat was all i really needed, i guess.

anyway…seattle proved to be a great decision as they were very high-tech with tech-savvy people (for the most part). after my culture shock (among the other horrible things i saw, i constantly ran into people begging for food or money and a LOT of homeless people of all ages. i actually had to switch off that ethical part of my program. i was helpless to help (hundreds a day).

the rain? for me, it seemed to rain mostly during non-summer times. summers were always cook-out ready 🙂

one of the many culture shocks was that people didn’t hold or open the door for you. perhaps a rare person, but probably a tourist. i retained my southern hospitality by always checking mu 180 to see if the next person needs a small help. but my big question is….is this just a southern thing or is it everywhere except seattle (even the pacific northwest at large?) just wonderin’ 🙂

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Black People & People Of Color. Why?

when i was a child, the majority of my white friends *hated* people of color. an indescribable, deeply-seeded, hate. my mom was absolutely racist and (i think) the rest of her immediate family was, too. i recall that my mom told me her dad (my grandpa) was once the grand wizard to the local kkk. i say this with neither pride or reverence.)

to this day, i don’t get why the color of someone’s skin initiates such hatred and/or violence by white folk. what could possibly be the predominant trigger. first psychologically? but why/what? ingrained pre-conceived notions?

looney tunes was very racist with some characters/situations and every child i knew were glued to the tv to watch bugs bunny, etc…so were most shows, until “good times” and “sanford & son” hit the waves. by local black credence, i was not allowed to call them between 1 and 2pm on sundays, because that was when “soul train” was on.

when kevin rotary dialed me (or anybody black my mom recognized), she’d shout out the door “one of your little friends is on the phone.) when my white friends called, she’d *always* call them by their name. did she not remember their names? would saying their names summon a demon?

anyway, hanging out with my black friends for much of my young life, showed me so much. i got lucky.

i was called “n-word lover”, by white people,for most of my young life. although i had no fear, fast wit, and was a tall for my age…i coulda’ raged out on them, but one of my (black) friends told me to ignore it…don’t respond…be the bigger man. because of his advice, and as much as i could, i felt a piece of his struggle for a moment. he goes through life like that (and worse) than i could ever fully empathize with.

i know it’s 2019 (as i write this) and that very little has changed on the racist rage, violence, and wrongful murder nightmares. i just thought it would all get better. do things really have to get that bad before it gets better? seems like it’s been plain long enough.

blacklivesmatter

feel free to comment below…

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Search Engine Optimization (SEO) – One Of My Specialties, If Your Site Needs Help :)

the rules of google, bing, et al are constantly changing. what once was good for your site, can now be penalized by the big search engines.

no worries, though, because i’m a hardcore geek who keeps up daily on all changes that web sites need to comply with.

read about my work skills here.

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WordPress Got You Down? Don’t Worry…I Can Help!

i’m an expert in online programming (25 years experience) and i find wordpress for web design to be very simple. i understand, however, that many out there need a little (or a lot of) help, so just contact me with your issue(s) and i’ll see what i can do to be of help to you or your business 🙂 i can also help with your google and web presence so people can find you. i’m great at marketing ideas and would love to discuss that as well, if you’d like.

to see my skillset, click here.

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Body Electric

men continue to have power and use it to tell women what they can do with their bodies.

that’s effed up.

i mean, women in power don’t make laws about my junk.

don’t tell me what i can/can’t do with my penis.

(looking at you lady at gas station who told me to go fuck myself.)

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Mothers & (Gay) Sons

i feel sorry for my mom, in that she didn’t get a “stereotypically gay” son. i didn’t know i was gay yet (til 19) and all i cared about was playing sports and watching tv. she’d ask me which outfit looked best and i just didn’t know. poor thing never got the benefits package.

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Philanthropic Lottery Win Ideas…

trying to decide what philanthropic thing i’ll do when i hit a big lottery. there are so many issues that need money. i think paying for rape kits sitting on shelves to be processed would be one. also, the innocence project. something with animals, too, but not sure what. (comment below if you have any thoughts on this…)

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I’d Already Said Goodbye To Aunt Florene

florene richardson williams — 1928-2015

i visited aunt florene about a year or two before she passed away. we both knew i wouldn’t be coming back, so we said our goodbye’s then. she told me how much she loved me…and that she always had. i knew she loved me, but it was still nice to hear her say it one last time.

she protected me as much as she could and i’m forever thankful to her for that. i think she knew it was an impossible task, but she persevered nevertheless. she was my advocate when nobody else would take on my biological mother. only i knew how to handle my batshit, abusive, mother. aunt florene always tried to reason with her, but you can’t reason with crazy. i would usually disarm my mom with a smile…something only i was able to do…but only sometimes. aunt florene tried to apply logic to an illogical scenario, where i used humor and guile. my aunt never gave up, where eventually i did.

aunt florene was about the only member of my small family i truly loved and respected. she was somewhat well-read, easy for me to make laugh, strong, and determined. she was a country girl who never left the tiny town of eagle springs, nc, where she was born and raised. she had a strong, drawn-out, southern accent, that gave my name more syllables than necessary. most of the time when we arrived at her house on our usual sunday visit, she wasn’t in the house. i always knew where to find her, though. i’d run through the field of cows to the gigantic chicken houses, where she’d be feeding and checking on her chickens. there were a bazillion of them and i hated going inside when the chickens were adults. what assholes chickens can be. when they were chicks (baby chickens, but she called them “bitties”), it was easier to walk through them to get to aunt florene for a hug and kiss.

my aunt was even tempered. the only time she would scold me was when i’d sit in one of her dining room chairs and put my feet on the foot rails. drove her insane. you see…she and uncle marvin were simple folk. they farmed, raised chickens, and lived a meager, country lifestyle while raising two daughters. having survived the great depression, they wanted the few things they had to last an eternity. my scratching up the foot rails with my shoes was counter productive to that. even to this day, i think of her when i rest my feet on my own chair rails. it’s odd the things that become forever etched in our memories.

after her brother, in a drunken fit of rage, burned down the house my grandparents left to my mother and me, i stayed with aunt florene for a while. i slept on a pallet on the floor and woke up every morning to her cooking breakfast for me before school. this was something i hadn’t experienced before. my mother raised me, an only child, to be independent and not to count on others for anything life asked of me. waking up to scrambled eggs and sausage being cooked is an indescribable olfactory experience. i mean…i cooked it before myself on many occasions, but waking up to that smell was like…um…it was like…god, i wish i could think of a clever simile right now. i’ll just say she was like the mother i never really had. i know it’s trite, but it’s true.

i will forever love and miss you, aunt florene. thank you for everything. gonna’ rest my feet on the chair now (sorry), dream of scrambled eggs and sausage, and remember your loving smile.

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