Administrivia: 27 March 2022

I got sucked into one of those ridiculous clickbait article links on social media, but this one’s actually fun. Apparently there’s this woman in some city somewhere who holds up random signs just to comment on the issues of the day.

I got a good chuckle out of most of her signs.

Then I saw this one…

He's Not Hot He's Just Tall

…and I had to concede she sort of has next door to a point.

Because while the words are definitely not applicable in my dude’s case, it is true that merely being tall is not what makes him hot.

There’s the way his grin lights up a room…

and ANY man is hot if he reads

Add eye sparkle for maximum hawtness

Rory McCann lights up a room

There’s his silly streak a mile wide…

ARRRRRRRGGGH!!!

Rory and Balvenie

Kristofer Hivju and Rory McCann from the set of Game of Thrones (4 of 4) posted to Instagram 7 May 2019

There’s that gorgeous singing voice (and speaking of silly)…

And we just won’t mention these cause we already talk about them all the damn time

Rory McCann hand pr0n #6

Rory McCann hand pr0n #5

Rory McCann hand pr0n #4

And being a bookworm never, ever hurts his case.

Rory reading in bed

Did we mention white boy* actually has an ass? Here I go objectifying. I’m horrible…

Bruce who?

…I mean, okay. The height doesn’t hurt. I have never disliked tall men. But if that’s all you see about Mr. McCann, you are missing A LOT.

That’s not even a tall joke. Swear.

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*I don’t know how it is in the UK, but racial folklore here in the USA has it that white men generally do not have butts. Given that even larger white men find themselves hitching up their britches a lot out in public (or, as with plumbers, give up the effort entirely… ew, y’all, crack kills), I suppose there’s some merit to the rumor, but it is not universally true, of course. Ahem.

Administrivia: 26 March 2022

First up, because this will mostly be an update about me for the three of you wondering, a bit of the big man…

I call it, Alpha Male Stare in Beard

…Okay.

So, after all the crap this year, it looks like I have two jobs right now.

Three, if you count the food delivery.

I KNOW

Weird place to be in. The last time I held multiple jobs it was doing retail at an outlet mall in 1999 and in trying to juggle them I actually got in trouble with my full-time boss, who had been the one to introduce me to the part-time gig in the first place. Long story, won’t get into it, just one of those surreal things that you tell people about later and you feel like you’re telling a lie because it’s just such a crazy story. But that was the last time.

What’s happened this time was there’s a new trend in temp work. You still get hired by the temp agency but you get to schedule your own shifts. I thought that was a great idea because given that I have so much mess in my life to clean up it would be really excellent if I didn’t have to ask for time off every other damn week.

First temp agency I tried that was doing this, well, we will say they don’t really have their shit together yet, and we will leave it at that, to keep things brief. Er.

Second temp agency I had a bad moment with because that went better and the app seemed to be working but after I installed it there were no shifts to sign up for. I was pretty peeved.

So I turned to Famous Internet Retailer, which has a REALLY easy hiring process. I mean they do not even ask for work history, which is amazing for someone like me because for all intents and purposes, I have no work history; mine went on hiatus nearly two decades ago and anyone who could tell anyone about my time with their various companies is long gone. Anyway, I started that process last night. Turned out they have in-person onboarding appointments on the weekend, so I went out to BFE, Western Ohio today and had a nice productive time. I start on the sixth of April, working four days a week at nine hours a pop (half an hour’s lunch break in the middle somewhere there).

Okay, so after I got that ball rolling last night, ding! Here comes a phone notification. Guess who it was. Gig Temp Agency #2, inviting me to schedule a training-day shift at Famous Package Shipper.

!!!!!

I mean I’ve got three days in a row off for my official work weeks. And I don’t start for more than a week. And this shift is this coming Tuesday. Very not my usual hours, I have to be there at 7:45am, but… it’s a work shift. For me. Working. Actually working.

I am gobsmacked.

So at this point, because I hear Famous Internet Retailer is a harsh taskmaster and I might not last longer than two weeks there anyway, I’m hanging on to Gig Temp Agency #2 for now and we’ll see how many more shifts open up after I finish the first one. If Famous Retailer doesn’t work out, could be I’ll have GTA2 for backup, and I should hopefully be able to schedule the 36 hours a week I was going to get with FR.

Got all that?

It wasn’t like I wasn’t already working. Food delivery is work. Anyone who’s had to deliver to an apartment building, to an apartment not on the first floor, knows this. Now imagine maneuvering all that shit and you’re nearly fifty years old and been out of shape a long time. Right. I do better than I have any right to do, but still. It’s not sitting around clicking buttons. I’ve been earning money, I mean earning money.

But I want something where I don’t have to drive all over town, waste my gas, worry that I won’t get paid enough for the day (this happens a lot early in the week or else I’d have been doing a lot better this whole time) or that if I go where the pay’s higher I’ll get my car towed or something (I fucking hate delivering to the University Area and downtown) and if I get sick I lose all my potential revenue until I feel better… Uh-uh. It is an excellent way to earn additional income but I don’t want to depend on it.

And we still need to look at my car. Though given that going into neutral doesn’t really change the shake rate and the shaking is mild to begin with, I’m choosing to believe this isn’t a transmission problem and I will likely just get some fuel additive and keep mental fingers crossed til my first payday. Which, those happen weekly. I’ll be getting things put to rights in very short order. Get paid, pay for the room, get a tune-up. Like that.

So! Assuming everything goes well. I’m back in the game. I hope. [knocks on head]

I’ll be sure to show you my Rory shelf setup in the new place as soon as I can make that a thing.

…..

Oh, and I’ve been tinkering with the site again. It’s a little bit here, a little bit there, but it’s something.

Administrivia: 19 March 2022

So, I was on YouTube the other night after a long day to wind down, and it occurred to me to look this up, and here ’tis.

“Wait,” you’re saying, “is that the song Rory was singing in his on-set trailer?” Yes, grasshopper. He had his own spin on it, but it’s the same song.

I have never remarked on the specific nature of this specific song, whether Rory was singing it on a lark (ha ha) or whether there was some deeper meaning, considering the man’s legendary for being a long-term bachelor and all. Who knows. I don’t. It’s interesting to think about. Rather be going “hm, that’s strange” than feeling sorry for him, anyway. If he could go that many years without someone, assuming that’s not all just what he’s letting fans believe about him, he’s probably mostly okay.

I also heard that Rory is getting to be in season two of his latest voice project, The Legend of Vox Machina. I am really jazzed that he gets such regular work now. I bet he is too, after all those lean years.

At this point I can seriously relate…

Stuff is still really unsettled around here. The latest iteration of my woes is the car now shakes slightly when I’m parked with it running. There are several reasons it could be happening but, based on consulting Google and on other automotive symptoms I’ve also noticed over the same timeframe, I suspect the transmission mounts may be wearing out. (I am no mechanic, nowhere near it, but I can feel when the automatic gear-shifting’s off, and it kind of is.) The car’s nine years old. It’s in the right age range for that stuff to start kicking off, and I’ve been driving over lots and lots of bumps and potholes lately too (the transmission and engine mounts are sort of like buffers to prevent vibration damage to those parts). Fortunately, if the figures I dug up on Google are right, it won’t be way out of my price range to get it fixed. But I’m basically living just past hand to mouth right now and if I lose the car things are really going to go to shit. Either I’ll be homeless or I’ll wish I were dead, and I’m not actually sure which would be worse.

You will notice I’m not posting a GoFundMe or any nonsense like that. I still have some help. Also technically it’s still Ex-House-Male’s car and he knows damn well that if we can’t keep it running until he can fob it off on me mid-year, could be I’ll be stuck in his damn house again. It’s that or he explains to our kid that her mother’s homeless. He doesn’t want any of that. I don’t want any of that. I’d love to have my kid live with me, but I do not want to live with her dad. So we’ll do what we need to do, and serve him right for running me off just so he could get sexy funtimes with the damn blonde. But NEVER MIND. Car. We’ll deal.

Also I have one semi-definite job lead this upcoming week and a couple of strong possibilities. After my previous disappointments I’m trying not to get my hopes up too far. We will see how the flexible job app thing works out. Last time I tried a flexible temp job app I went through the onboarding and the rep was supposed to book me after the in-person meeting and… didn’t. Then the app wouldn’t let me book. Then it started telling me to do orientation again. Then I started getting text messages that I needed to schedule a virtual interview. Again. All these things I had done already and in fact had messaged them numerous times and even phoned once asking WTF was going on. No, we’ve got to play games. I hope that doesn’t happen again. As it is it’ll be on the lower end of the pay I need to be able to move where I want to move, and it’s not even a high-end apartment, but I’ve lived there before, I liked it there, it’s across from my favorite city library, and it’d be convenient to my kiddo if she wants to come over. I need to get the hell out of Whitehall. It’s fucking depressing here, and my room’s too damn expensive.

(And if the car dies AFTER I’m in the apartment I’ll have lots more options because there are lots of potential workplaces within walking and bus-ride distance. Right now it’s drive everywhere or die. Nah.)

You’re not gonna believe this, though, but… I had been physically feeling crappy for a while, but now I am feeling better. I’m still worried about a few issues, but overall I’ve much improved. And considering my situation, my mental health isn’t doing half badly.

Oh, and if you have to drive for a delivery app full-time? Uber Eats. Not fucking kidding. I did DoorDash for a while, and… well… that is way outside the scope of this blog, and I’m already babbling. I’ve got some stories though. Hoo boy. One thing, though, American readers: Please always tip your driver, even if they were weird and you only tip a dollar. (Unless they were horrible… then I completely understand if you don’t.) Trust me, the tip-free jobs can be as low as $2 a pop for the driver and if you’re driving twenty minutes across town you’re barely breaking even. Right now Uber’s paying us a little extra to make up for some of the gas (petrol) cost increase, but that only goes so far.

And if you live in a building that locks at night, go out and get you some McDonald’s. Or wait at the lobby doors. Damn.

Okay. I’ve got to get to bed soon. I took a day off today because I had stuff going on very not conducive to driving (not just the car issues… and I hate that I still have to drive the damn thing when really it needs to be at a mechanic’s) but I’ll need to try and make up some of the time tomorrow. Wish me luck.

Administrivia: 08 March 2022

I just cannot with the nonsense in entertainment media.

“Hollywood Talk” is a garbage site pretending to report on the entertainment world, trying to stir up shit about an actor. They’re not the only rag doing this, I think I saw The Express and maybe one or two others in the Google results with recent stuff from the past day. Fucking tabloids. Wouldn’t line a birdcage with ’em.

Conleth Hill, who played Varys in Game of Thrones, was not wearing a skullcap for his costume. He actually shaved his head, and he’s one of those rare men who was blessed with a full head of gorgeous silver hair when he went all gray. So he was depressed about having to shave it off, Rory wanted to know what was wrong, Conleth told him, and Rory as ever had a wiseacre thing to say about it. Witty in a beautiful accent is our big man.

The problem is that now I’m trying to look up the story I’m seeing two different versions of what Rory said and they both came from Conleth:

Shut up and think of your pension

and

Shut up and get in your Bentley.”

WHICH WAS IT? No fucking idea. Do actors get pensions in the UK? If so, is that influenced by their income while they were still working? Depending on the answer and given other context, I think the Bentley version is far more credible. But it could have been Conleth forgetting the wording, or the Boston Herald reporter misunderstanding him.

In any case, WHATEVER Rory said, it’s pretty clear from the “pension” video that Conleth was not angry or bitter about what he said at all. So what the fuck is this nonsense?

Anyway, if Rory came off snarky at the time, it’s not hard to guess why. And let me preface this with I have absolutely no issues with a man losing hair as he ages. It does not take away from his appeal for me if I already find him appealing. Nobody cares, of course, but I don’t want you taking away the mistaken notion that I’m judging Rory on the behavior of his fucking hair follicles, Jesus, don’t we have better things to do? BUT, here’s Rory and, given old video and pics of him and the curls you can still see in what’s left in his hair now, he had nice hair (by young-people standards) when he was younger and you know he mourned it when it went, as most guys do. (And women… mine’s thinned out over the past decade, and I’m seriously fucking bummed. No bald spots though. [knocks on head]) His hair’s half-gone by the time this conversation happened and here’s this dude with a veritable SILVER MANE crying because he has to say goodbye to his own hair temporarily. COME ON NOW.

I figure something like that was going through Rory’s head at the time. Probably punctuated with a few “fuck”s.

Dumb question: Are actors allowed to be human? Just wondering.

Anyway. I’m getting hangry. Dunno if you noticed I tweaked some stuff over the past few weeks, but it isn’t much and I still have lots more to do. It’s in process. All I can say.

Administrivia: 05 March 2022

Welp, that’s another Arnold Sports Festival I’ve missed, and it was right here in town. I look like the last sort of person who should attend something like that, but that sort of thing fascinates me and it wouldn’t hurt my feelings to run into Aaaaahnuld while he’s still alive and kickin’.

Inside the ASF is the Arnold Strongman Classic. Yo Rory, your “big brother” is here in town.

The Mountain in Ohio

That’s this year’s winner, Martins Licis, with him on the right. But never mind him, haha.

I had figured Thor wasn’t going to be back here again as he seems to have given up the strongman stuff. I don’t quite understand all the ins and outs of this, but scuttlebutt seems to be that doing that sort of powerlifting is only safe for a few years (for some definition of “safe”) and then you start seeing negative health consequences and, well, Thor’s a new dad again (there were some issues with his older kid, who lives with her mom, who is not the current Mrs. Thor) and would probably like to stick around and watch The Hill grow up. And by the way, that is one cute little tyke. I won’t plaster his pic here, but Thor does enough of that on his own social media — go look him up. Kid is a dead ringer for him. It’s adorable.

Just popping in to share that. It always feels like three degrees away from Rory when Thor’s in town.