We stopped by Gray's place and made a drop-off. Paint, so he could do a bit of cleanup.
Nice kid. His mom's quite nice, though Jeresy wouldn't stop eyeing her up. Seriously, man. Have a little tact. At least he didn't say or do anything too untoward, or else I may have had to play the"jealous girlfriend" card, and that's something neither of us wants to deal with.
Anyway, we had dinner, played the part of school friends, talked with Gray a bit, and headed out. All in all, not a horrible endeavor. Gave the kid my email. Basically got called touchy-feely by Jeresy. Which I object to. Played the part of an overly-chipper overachieving student. It's a wonder what a haircut, different glasses, makeup, and clothes can do to change an appearance.
So, we're back, and in one piece. Sorry for the delay. I got caught up in something right after we returned.
Also, it is not creepy when I smile. You can shut up with that, Jeresy.
Friday, October 24, 2014
Sunday, October 5, 2014
Updates
It's important that I note, at this time, a mistake on this blog on my part. Small, but major, as it turns out. Originally the sidebar had our email listed as 'rainorsnowservices@gmail.com'. This was an incorrect address. The proper one is 'rainorsnowservice@gmail.com', minus the 's' at the end of service. It is my error and I apologize for it, as it may have impeded potential clients from contacting us for deliveries. Hopefully, now that this has been corrected, our service will take off some. We shall see.
In addition to this, I hope to bring a number of updates I had promised previously to this blog by tonight or tomorrow's end. Work has taken away from my ability to attend to this blog, but no longer. There will be a suggested/available items list up shortly, along with terms of service that elaborate in more detail as to what we do, and what we don't do. Sanna's comment on Ellen's most recent post has helped me to see that we must be clear not just on what we are, but on what we aren't, as well. Not that I mistook your half-joke for serious, my dear. Nonetheless, it needs to be addressed. Thank you for the assistance.
Also to come are status updates on our current, outgoing deliveries. Ellen is en route to meet with Ember with the supplies taken from our private stock, and Mari and Jeresy are being prepped for their own mission while I await correspondence from Gray. We have accepted his request to deliver paint to him, and I believe Maritza and Jersey are my operatives most fit to take on this job, masquerading as friends of Gray's for the benefit of his mother. That will be updated soon.
...
I have recently seen a stray kitten, running around the grounds of our base of operations. An orange tabby, to be precise. I do not know if it has a home, but I doubt it. Our base is located several miles from any town, home, or place of business. It must have traveled a very long way to get here. So as to ensure it's good health, I have placed cat food outside where I have seen it frequently. I have decided to call it Alex.
...
I have no idea why I felt the need to share that.
-Malcolm
In addition to this, I hope to bring a number of updates I had promised previously to this blog by tonight or tomorrow's end. Work has taken away from my ability to attend to this blog, but no longer. There will be a suggested/available items list up shortly, along with terms of service that elaborate in more detail as to what we do, and what we don't do. Sanna's comment on Ellen's most recent post has helped me to see that we must be clear not just on what we are, but on what we aren't, as well. Not that I mistook your half-joke for serious, my dear. Nonetheless, it needs to be addressed. Thank you for the assistance.
Also to come are status updates on our current, outgoing deliveries. Ellen is en route to meet with Ember with the supplies taken from our private stock, and Mari and Jeresy are being prepped for their own mission while I await correspondence from Gray. We have accepted his request to deliver paint to him, and I believe Maritza and Jersey are my operatives most fit to take on this job, masquerading as friends of Gray's for the benefit of his mother. That will be updated soon.
...
I have recently seen a stray kitten, running around the grounds of our base of operations. An orange tabby, to be precise. I do not know if it has a home, but I doubt it. Our base is located several miles from any town, home, or place of business. It must have traveled a very long way to get here. So as to ensure it's good health, I have placed cat food outside where I have seen it frequently. I have decided to call it Alex.
...
I have no idea why I felt the need to share that.
-Malcolm
Friday, October 3, 2014
Last Minute Delivery
Recently, an old friend effectively came back from the dead. No one had heard anything in about two years, as far as I know. I had long since accepted the fact that Ember was probably dead. That blog post proves otherwise, thankfully.
I'm running a bunch of supplies out that way. After being in a loop for two years, one tends not to have much in the way of supplies. Food, weapons, transportation, all the basics any runner's gonna need to do much of anything. I owe Ember a favor from the bad old days, and it'll be good to see an old friend anyway. Mal, I don't know how long I'll be out, so just plan any deliveries in the near future without me unless they look particularly dangerous.
Don't worry, I'll be at least swinging by again before I vanish, promise. Try not to do anything too stupid while i'm gone.
I'm running a bunch of supplies out that way. After being in a loop for two years, one tends not to have much in the way of supplies. Food, weapons, transportation, all the basics any runner's gonna need to do much of anything. I owe Ember a favor from the bad old days, and it'll be good to see an old friend anyway. Mal, I don't know how long I'll be out, so just plan any deliveries in the near future without me unless they look particularly dangerous.
Don't worry, I'll be at least swinging by again before I vanish, promise. Try not to do anything too stupid while i'm gone.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Apologies
I'm no good at this.
I've gotten too used to working alone. To being alone. I hole myself up, as it has become my way, and I do my work peacefully and quietly. I make myself small. It's not like it used to be. I am not the man that I used to be. Because of this, nothing gets done. Nothing has gotten done, except one incredibly rushed, incredibly botched job.
This is unprofessional. It's not what I wanted this operation to be about, not us, not me. Our feelings don't factor into the thing.
But of course, they do. They always have, or we wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be here, if I hadn't felt so strongly about the thing. You can't always get what you want, and I was a fool to think this would turn out exactly as I planned it in my head. I've so long been by myself, enacting small-scale work that always goes right, that I've forgotten what it is to do something bigger. Something better.
So I'm apologizing, here, for the lack of updates and work on our part. On my part. I'm apologizing for my failures.
Going forward, our priority will be jobs. No more, no less. Our duty is to the community, and I intend for us to serve it as best we can. That, at least, I would like to go as planned. Ellen has a private delivery she is about to leave for, in a day or two, and that is partially what inspired this post. However many resources I possess, it is our ragtag group that holds this operation together, and our personal convictions and considerations are an important part of that. I've been denying that for too long, and I believe I should have listened to Ellen sooner on this matter. She has been telling me all along that each of us brings unique, human aspects to this Courier business. If we don't address that directly, we will fail, as the Couriers before us failed. My mistake was in seeking to avoid our humanity altogether, as they did not, rather than facing it, embracing it, doing what I can to avoid the problems associated with it.
While I cannot change what has come before, and how I have failed the community recently, I can hope to correct this mistake in the future. I hope that you will all be patient as I, and my team, try to work out the kinks in our operation, as well as the kinks in our own selves, which significantly change the nature of how we work.
I am not alone. And I am not small. I can do something greater than myself, greater than the things I have been involved with in the past. Although it may turn out differently than I imagine, it is no less important that it be done, and I will work together with many others to make it happen. My team, the community, and those of you still looking to this blog for any reason at all as well. Here's to hoping all goes well, if nothing else.
-Malcolm
I've gotten too used to working alone. To being alone. I hole myself up, as it has become my way, and I do my work peacefully and quietly. I make myself small. It's not like it used to be. I am not the man that I used to be. Because of this, nothing gets done. Nothing has gotten done, except one incredibly rushed, incredibly botched job.
This is unprofessional. It's not what I wanted this operation to be about, not us, not me. Our feelings don't factor into the thing.
But of course, they do. They always have, or we wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be here, if I hadn't felt so strongly about the thing. You can't always get what you want, and I was a fool to think this would turn out exactly as I planned it in my head. I've so long been by myself, enacting small-scale work that always goes right, that I've forgotten what it is to do something bigger. Something better.
So I'm apologizing, here, for the lack of updates and work on our part. On my part. I'm apologizing for my failures.
Going forward, our priority will be jobs. No more, no less. Our duty is to the community, and I intend for us to serve it as best we can. That, at least, I would like to go as planned. Ellen has a private delivery she is about to leave for, in a day or two, and that is partially what inspired this post. However many resources I possess, it is our ragtag group that holds this operation together, and our personal convictions and considerations are an important part of that. I've been denying that for too long, and I believe I should have listened to Ellen sooner on this matter. She has been telling me all along that each of us brings unique, human aspects to this Courier business. If we don't address that directly, we will fail, as the Couriers before us failed. My mistake was in seeking to avoid our humanity altogether, as they did not, rather than facing it, embracing it, doing what I can to avoid the problems associated with it.
While I cannot change what has come before, and how I have failed the community recently, I can hope to correct this mistake in the future. I hope that you will all be patient as I, and my team, try to work out the kinks in our operation, as well as the kinks in our own selves, which significantly change the nature of how we work.
I am not alone. And I am not small. I can do something greater than myself, greater than the things I have been involved with in the past. Although it may turn out differently than I imagine, it is no less important that it be done, and I will work together with many others to make it happen. My team, the community, and those of you still looking to this blog for any reason at all as well. Here's to hoping all goes well, if nothing else.
-Malcolm
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