My wife is a drunk...but that's not the worst part

Yep, my wife is a drunk. At 5am we both woke up since we're in Yokohama and, for whatever reason, the sun comes up at like 4:30am. Force of habit. Everything is fine. Suzy comments that maybe she drank too much at the Stemgent party. But I did too. It's a convention party. We had fun watching all the socially-challenged biologist try and get laid. No offense to folks with epilepsi, but it like watching epileptics trying to dance at a rave.

As has been the routine this week, I go back to sleep by 5-6am and wake up at 7am. I get ready and we leave so we can have breakfast together and I walk her to the conference.

Except Suzy is drunk. She's pretty distinctive when she's drunk. Her IQ drops from somewhere north of 130 to Snooky-land. I don't like dumb girls and I don't like Suzy when she is drunk. I see two or three cups of shochu (a Japanese liquor that is basically half strength vodka) about the hotel room. Considering that I drink pretty heavily myself, I don't feel I really have that much right to bitch about her drinking, but it's fucking 8am and she's drunk. That means she must have been drinking since 6am or so. When is that every alright?

I try to just not worry about it and help her put stuff in her bag, except I see that there is a diet coke bottle that is half full of shochu and lemon juice. I mean, really, is life so fucking hard that you can't cope sober. I've known some serious drunks in my life. Functional and otherwise. Very few feel like they have to get lit to make it through a conference.

But her being a drunk isn't my real problem. My problem is that I can't talk about it with her. The moment I bring it up, she gets so defensive. I mean like injured-lion defensive. All of a sudden, my concern about her being hammered at 8am...after being hung-over from a party the night before...has transformed into something about me not taking her seriously or I think she's fat or I don't appreciate what she does to maintain the household or I am not respectful of our cats' feelings. Completely irrational. She completely turns it around and tries to make me to be the ultra-dickhead.

I am getting so fucking tired of it.

Facebook: Fraudbook

I am far from being knowledgeable about the intricacies of high finance. I understand the basics about finance: I know what stocks, bonds and securities are. I know basically how an IPO goes and about things like hedge funds work. I personally think finance is a necessarily evil. I think proximity to that much money is like too much power: corrupting.

But anyway, I was listening, reading and watching what seemed to me to be a lot of hype about Facebook's IPO with my eye rolling so many times that I thought I could make my own electricity by wrapping my eyeballs with wire.

In my cynical, very distrustful of Wall Street, conspiracy friendly tinted way, I figured the obscene initial valuation of FB in the $100 billion (with a B) was a clever scheme by Zucky and his insider boys to pump the stock price so all the guys with huge stock options could cash in and become insanely, filthy, obscenely rich overnight and then watch the stock price plummet. I told my wife, but she cares less about finance than I do. I told another friend who said something like "really?" with a touch of incredulity.

I admit think I see underhanded, big business scheme trying to do power-grabs, a la The Manchurian Candidate in my soup. I didn't really even take myself seriously.

Now, I start reading stories about how congress is going launch an investigation on how this whole FB IPO is becoming a huge scandal.

Basically the jist of it is that the people at FB who's job it was to pump up the initial asking price and generate interest in buying FB stock may have "overstated FB's growth potential". Then the big initial investors: JP Morgan Chase, Morgan Stanley, etc, got a call that essentially said "The people at Facebook are trying to sell you the Brooklyn Bridge".

What did they do? Did they call all their clients and say "run away, run far away!"?

Well, sort of. Only thing is they only told their big clients. The big clients who are already filth rich averted a disaster, but the rest of them who bought that bridge in NYC did not. They got screwed.

I know, I am shocked, too. The non-1% getting screwed: That never happens.

Unbelievable. It's like these people feel it's their birthright to fuck people out of their money. Their definition of "earning money" is "stealing money from people". I swear, there should be a sign somewhere on Wall Street that says "If you aren't fucking someone over, you aren't trying hard enough".

My eyes hurt because of all the rolling they have been doing. Where the heck is that wire?

Apathy

As promised, I will now blather about my latest obsession. But what is interesting, is that I almost think this obsession is waning. My desire to buy and build planes and helis is rapidly diminishing. I used to see a plane or heli in the advertisements and just desperately wanted it...NEEDED it. But then once I got it, put it together and flew it a few times, got completely bored with it. It's almost an empty feeling. Now I have another plane that I have bought electronics for, extra batteries, etc, that is just cluttering up my garage. I feel guilty and wasteful.

For the first few times, this coming down from each new-plane-high would wear off and I would be back at it again: lusting after another plane that ultimately would cause the cycle to repeat again. For a while it was RC jets. Then it was helis, now it's aerobatic planes. At least with the aerobatic planes, there is a lot of flying skills that you can learn.  They are far more capable than these compromised-for-the-sake-of-scale jets.

I can go bigger and probably better than the modest 3-d plane I have now, but the question that still haunts me, is why? What's the point? I'm even thinking of selling off my scale planes. They bore me. Not much to do with them other than fly around and go "cool, it looks good in the sky" and land it.

Helis are still not boring yet. They require so much more skill to fly and diligence to keep them flying.

Designing my own airplanes is another avenue that hasn't been completely exhausted. But, I still feel like this obsession's days are numbered. So, what I am going to obsess about next.

I could, and probably should, start riding again, but I just don't want to. I've been doing it for so long, with such dedication that I am completely burnt on it. I have ZERO desire to race.

A fellow ADHD friend is trying to get my back into motorcycles again, but thing is I don't really like riding on the street anymore. I still like the track, but that takes a lot of work and I just can't muster it up again.

So, it's 2.30am and I am still awake. I don't want to go to sleep. I hate sleeping on the couch. I sleep like shit and half the time I wake up in the middle of the night with a headache because I fell asleep with the wrong stack of pillows. Suzy sleeps in the bed and I don't because I snore. This is serious, wake-the-dead kinda of snoring. I sometimes wake up with a sore throat because I am snoring so bad. Sometimes, I'll wake myself up with the snoring.

My Dad snored so loudly that my Mom had to sleep in a different room. I remember one night when I was little kid and I really though some Godzilla thing-a-ma-whose-it was laying waste to my home town and was heading right for my house. Burrrrrrr...burrrrr, burrrrrr (I watched a lot of Japanese monster movies when I was a kid).

I'm so fucking tired now. I still have a headache from last night. I popped a Vicodin and now I am just high....with a headache.

Great.

Oh, and my dog is snoring, too. FML.

So, yeah... it's been four years since I last posted and I really don't think anyone reads this anymore. I mean, who would.
What's interesting is reading my post after so long has given me perspective on what I wrote. Most of it was crap. A lot of "look at me. I am such a hard ass!" What horse-shit! What an annoying self-important, self-congratulating arse.

I've known for a long time that I can be grating and hard to like. There are certain kinds of people that pretty much hate me from the git-go. I've learned to accept that and I just try to avoid those people.

I generally don't like me, either, and after reading some of those inane posts, I am reminded why.

Anyway, I am not going to bore my non-existent readers with more "poor-me" crap...at least for a while. I have a lot of self-deprecation I need to do, but that's another post.

Since I posted last, a lot has happened. Some good and some bad.
Suzy and I got married. Like that was a surprise. What's nice is that I really enjoyed my wedding! It was fun! As you might expect, Suzy never looked lovelier. We spent a week in Catalina, total. Half before and the rest after the actual wedding. Got to know some of my new relatives-in-law. Generally, I like them. There was one or two people that I could do without, but really, I got off easy.

I fell out of racing, mainly because I wasn't fit enough anymore and too lazy to train. Honestly, I just couldn't do it anymore. Twenty-three years or so. That's how long I've been...correction....was a bike racer. Never that good at it either. Except possibly tracking racing. That seemed to come a lot easier. I just wish I had gotten into it sooner and gotten serious about it sooner. Should have just accepted what I already knew, I'm too ADHD to be any good at road racing.

I don't even ride anymore. I have something like $10,000 in bikes that just gather dust.

I'm totally fat. I well north of 200lbs. I drink too much and I just don't fucking care.

I can't believe I didn't post about the house Suzy and I bought in the summer of 2008! Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?? (WTF). The biggest purchase of my life and I have to say is I was a dumb ass on a bike that is obviously too much for me? See why people don't like me?

The house is nice. The garage kinda sucks as it's small. But it's *my* garage.

I got so serious about motorcycles for a good while. I think in 2009 I did something like 8-9 track days. A handful in 2010. I basically stopped because I got too damn fat for my one piece track suit. How pathetic is that?

I got a 2009 Aprilia RS125 on a whim. It's a real two stroke, but despite what Aprilia says about it, it's really a woefully under-powered RS250. But I got it set up fairly well. I retro fitted a GSXR 600 front end and make it work pretty well. I used the stock wheel and only one GSXR caliper. I had to design a couple of parts to make it work, but I do have a mechanical engineering degree. I should be able to manage that.

I even got a vintage Honda CB750. Got a pretty good deal. $700. It truly was an ugly POS when I got it. Suzy thought I went completely bat guano. I mean look at it. 

It took a bit, but I was able to get it running pretty well. Oh, and I got rid of that ball-buster of a seat. After my wife started busting my balls about riding it in the gay pride parade, I repainted the tank.

It turned out pretty well.

But then, very abruptly, I just lost interest. It's just happened one day and all of a sudden I was over it. Over motorcycles. I put it on craigslist and sold it for $1500. I think I broke even, but just...and that didn't include my labor. But that's fine since that's kinda why I got it.

All of a sudden, I was back into RC airplane. Oh, and boy, do I mean into it.

Geezus, I have so many fucking airplanes now.

Ok, so this post is going on and on. Next time, I'll talk about my latest obsession and how useless it really is. But I think I need to write some more about other stuff. So,  non-existent readers who probably don't like me much anyway...there's more drivel to come. Stay tuned.