The Maudlin Press

[13:38] cyanidebuttrfly: … whoa.
[13:38] cyanidebuttrfly: LOL
[13:39] cyanidebuttrfly: Okay, so I’m watching this “Party Mamas” thing
[13:39] cyanidebuttrfly: This mom wants a kid’s party… on a boat with a pirate theme.
[13:39] photozz: I want one!
[13:40] cyanidebuttrfly: And she’s chopping vegetables, talking to her husband, and they get into a fight. The husband throws his hands in the air and says she’s doing it on her own.
[13:40] photozz: good man,
[13:40] cyanidebuttrfly: So she keeps chopping vegetables and says “… By the way………….. *chopchopchopchop* I’m taking sword fighting lessons. *chopchopchop*”
[13:41] photozz: If they are as good as that one ladies singing lessons, he has nothing to worry about. Shes gona roll straight “1″s
[13:41] cyanidebuttrfly: ………….
[13:41] cyanidebuttrfly: I love you.
[13:41] photozz: I love you too baby.
[13:41] cyanidebuttrfly: You and all of your geeky ways.
[13:42] photozz: you have no way to make fun, cause you understood that. ftw.

Yes, its been a long day of youtube-ing. Found this one for Jack.

Hooray!

This post is going to be necessarily vague. I’m writing it more for my own edification and to commemorate the day as opposed to providing any real information to outside sources. Astute readers may have pieced together that not everything in my life is the perfect ideal that one would wish for.

Well, last night certain Damoclesian situations partially resolved themselves. All parties involved are finally on a (mostly) level playing field. Now I’m faced with the reality of living with the current situation. Even though this is certainly not the trip I wanted or signed up for, there is no way I’m getting off.

Its a little like a cell phone contract. You love the phone so much, your willing to put up with all the crap and maintenance that goes with it. It becomes an indispensable part of your life, even with the headaches. You can’t imagine going a day without it, and the phone number becomes a part of your persona to everyone you know.

I still hold out hope that the situation will resolve itself someday. After all, taking that phone to another country would involve heavy roaming charges and penalties. Ah the things you do for love.. of a phone.. Now if you will excuse me, I think I need to plug this baby into a charger. maybe twice if she..er its not ..fully charged? damn.. Give me a break. its hard to be clever *all* the time…

Returning the favor and making it perfectly clear. This is the woman I love dearly and deeply. She has been my best friend for over two years and is the most unique person I have ever known. I could very easily see this being the person I grow old with.

I will occasionally try to highlight some of the better artists I know. Two of my favorite pieces from CyanideButerfly. Make sure you check the rest of her gallery on Deviant Art.

Time for love, not strife. Putting aside all bad feelings today and just enjoying my best friend and lover.

[14:30] cyanidebuttrfly: Brent?
[14:30] photozz: Jack?
[14:30] cyanidebuttrfly: I love you.
[14:31] photozz: aww… I Love you to baby. (Note the capitol “L”)
[14:31] cyanidebuttrfly:
[14:31] photozz: Why such a pointed and specific declaration?
[14:32] cyanidebuttrfly: Why not?
[14:32] photozz: Very good point, my love.
[14:32] cyanidebuttrfly: Purrr
[14:34] photozz: was that a default Purrr, or a specific Purrr related to physical contact with me.
[14:34] cyanidebuttrfly: That was a Brent-specific Purr
[14:35] cyanidebuttrfly: sudo apt-get install BrentPurr
[14:35] photozz: CHOWN Jack Brent
[14:35] cyanidebuttrfly:
[14:36] photozz:

So, I love Jackie. Love her tons. We have been together for just over two years, and still going. Not much more to say on that one right now, Just wanted the world to know that, and keep to a schedule of posting at least one thing a day.

**This is actually a repost from my DA journal. I’m cleaning it up, and separating my art from my personal writings. I’m copying and pasting this as I don’t think I could handle rewriting it again. **

My dad died.

On Feb 16th, 2007 he had a heart attack. A bad one. He collapsed at his day job and crashed his forklift. Several of the people he works with managed to revive him, and get him to the hospital. Apparently, the type of heart attack he had usually results in people dying at an alarming rate, and it was a long shot that he survived to the hospital at all.

At the hospital, the doctors managed to place a stint in the right artery to his heart. Both arteries were pretty well blocked. He was put into the ICU on sedation with a breathing tube, pacemaker wire, heart balloon and plenty of IV lines.

Over the next days, he slowly improved. His heart got stronger and most of his other vitals came up. He remained sedated cause of the breathing tube. We were able to wake him a little and let him know we were there. Eventually he came off the pacemaker wire and heart pump.

By that point, he had developed a minor infection from one of the IV lines, and had some fluid in his lungs. None of this was particularly unusual for the shape he was in. Still sedated. They were giving him anti-biotics to stave off pneumonia and the infection

They tentatively scheduled the surgery for Feb 28th. The day before, they removed the sedation were going to try to wake him up before the to check him over for surgery. I went to the hospital to be with him and wait out the surgery. Most of my family is pretty scattered around the state, and are unable to come down all at once. I was supposed to call my mom and let he know when things were underway so my brother could driver her down.

He didn’t wake up.

The next morning they took him in and ran a full body CAT scan to check for infection and such. They found the left side of his brain severely swollen. Sometime in the preceding 2-3 days, he had had a major stroke.
Dad was gone.

I called my sister, and both of us went over to tell my mom.

The next day, after all the phone calls were made to all the people that had to know, we went to the hospital to say our goodbyes. We had the Pastor from dads church come down to pray for him as well. After everyone had a chance to be with him, we had the doctor remove his support.

It took a little less than an hour for him to pass on. His kids stayed with him through the end. Myself, my brother and my sister. My mother could not bring herself to be there. I can’t blame her. I held his hand through the end, and hugged him as he died. March 1st.

Per his wishes and family tradition, we had him cremated. His memorial service was today at the church he worked at (second job..) for over 36 years. I was not able to speak at his service.

That’s about all I have to say on that right now.