Footin it in NorHo
“Footin it” is a cool hip new term I came up with to describe the act of traveling as a pedestrian on account of not having a car.
I have a special path I travel through my neighborhood and slip through an apartment complex’s rear parking that is up against a McDonalds parking lot where the fence is torn down in order to accommodate hooligans like me taking a short cut into the main road the fast food place resides on instead of making the crescent shaped long-way to the same strip-mall hub of stuffs.
While on my patrol I say hello to neighbors and close open mailbox doors and am generally the opposite of this guy:
There was something more to mention though about my on-foot travels but I have to admit that I’ve forgotten it. I was walking earlier and wanted to document something about my feet-driven travels but the concept has completely left me and now i’m just here with a blog that lets people know I’m ducking through broken fences in North Hollywood for no reason. I could have just left this part out and this post would be perfectly acceptable but I was hoping that writing about how I forgot an additional point would jog my memory on what else there was to speak of. I am sorry for doing this to you.
Frozen out of Family: new layer of ice
In July 2012 my aunt screamed at me for 2 hours of abuse and personal attacks (we didn’t have a fight: She just hate-vented at me for a full afternoon as I calmly absorbed it and tried to calm her down) because I woke her up the night before by running the washing machine at 11pm. She excommunicated me from the family then and went on a campaign to get the rest of her family to hate me as well, including her grandchildren (my 2nd cousins), telling them they would be punished if they tried to play with me. Classy lady.
In December 2013, I invited those 2nd cousins and their mothers (my first cousins) who were (are/currently) visiting my aunt 20 minutes away from where I live to come enjoy a day at my house at any time in early January 2014 while they’re in the area since I haven’t seen them since their mother decided she hated me. I offered use of my heated pool and hot tub, especially since my 2nd cousins Matt & Kylie love to swim when visiting California but have to suffer through a “so close yet so far” agony of the pool at my Grandparents old house (where my aunt currently lives) being below 50 degrees this time of year. I figured we could have a lot of fun that wouldn’t create any waves so I emailed the invite saying so to both cousins.
They both rejected my offer in bizarre and hurtful ways that require documentation because of their kids. It’s their loss that they don’t want me part of their life anymore because their psychologically troubled mother hates me, but it’s boldly unfair to their children to force them to miss out on my awesomeness growing up. Especially since this is something those children may be angry at when they grow up and find out all they missed out on for no good reason, I feel obligated to make the record clear on why exactly they were deprived of the good memories of my awesomeness.
There are 3 cousins in question. From oldest to youngest: April (Matt & Kylies mom), Jenny (2 young daughters previously unmentioned on this site) & Dena (no kids yet).
Here is their current status after my attempt at contact:
APRIL: The harshest most rude reply. She said thanks for the invite but that I am neither friend nor family to her at this time. Wow. In the invitation I gently noted something April has for years been the loudest complainer of, which is my aunt’s tendency to exaggerate instances in a negative light. Evidently April has changed her position on this, as she called that an insult to her mother and that while she hopes one day we can hang out as friends and cousins, that time is not now.
Remember that I haven’t argued or spoken crossly or even negatively to any of these 3 girls about their psychotic abusive mother at any time. But because I referred to her as “known to exaggerate”, April no longer considers me worthy of calling family or even a friendly acquaintance and refuses to talk about it. Sounds like theirs something more going on, right? Except she refuses to talk about it further. I issued two replies to her rejection saying I meant no insult or disrespect to anyone, thought I was being uncontroversial and only brought it up in the first place as a way of reminding them they have only heard 1 side of the story precisely because I have refused to badmouth their mother all this time. I also asked what exactly she found insulting or what I should be doing differently to come off more favorably. She didn’t reply to either message.
JENNY: After receiving Aprils announcement that I am not family to her because I requested that she not let rumors and slander against me influence her opinion, I sent an email just to Jenny directly asking what I did wrong, exactly, knowing I was more likely to get a helpful answer from her. I did indeed receive a thoughtful reply even though she said she agreed that my invitation sounded like smack-talk about her mother. I responded with a similar apology, explained that I had no idea that character trait of her mothers had become controversial (or I wouldn’t have included it) and re-issued the invitation directly to her and her 2 daughters to come visit at my house any time. I also asked the same “what am I doing wrong, exactly?” questions specifically requesting insight on what I could have done better to not lose that wing of the family. She did not reply.
DENA: The most diplomatic of the responders, actually requested to talk to my by phone about the matter. Unfortunately she called while I was on the plane coming back home (I didn’t get a missed-call from her, but she said by e-mail that she called and it went straight to voicemail) so she explained by email that (in response to the individual message I sent her after April said I wasn’t part of her family anymore) yes, she still thinks of me as family and would like to see me next time I am in Hawaii, where she now lives (I missed her leaving the islands by just 1 day when I was there with my nephews this past summer, though they and my parents met with her) but I will not be invited to her wedding out there in June 2014. She says it’s nothing personal and its merely that her and her fiance have a strict “no cousins” rule for the wedding invites. I think that’s a dumb decision of course and am saddened at its contribution to further icing me out of that wing of the family, but what am I going to say? I don’t have a right to be invited to her wedding and she couldn’t have been nicer about it. So I just didn’t reply. (although that is rude and I really ought to give some sort of short acknowledgement of her response, so I will have to make sure I do that).
Long time readers might remember that these are the cousins I liked so much that in 2007, when I took the first steps of making my website marketing business a Business, I included a 1% equity for them and their mother. Just because. Just cuz I liked them and grew up with them and thought of them as sisters and because I liked my aunt as well. I have no idea what I am supposed to do with this fact now because I remain un-mad at any of these 4 people (including my abusive, slanderous Aunt. She doesn’t even need to apologize to me for any of the grief, stalling, financial damage and family havoc she’s wreaked. If she would just stop and then wanted to resume a relationship like nothing happened – I’m FINE with that) so I don’t want to yank that gift away from them — but at the same time, I can’t be happy or satisfied with working as hard as I do to be giving away any percent of the fruits of that labor to people who range from actively disliking and disowning me as family to barely tolerating my existence in relation to them.
I wish I could talk sense into them but 2 of the 4 won’t talk to me at all and the remaining 2 won’t entertain actual talk, but rather just show me the courtesy of explaining why they have dramatically reduced my role in their lives (which wasn’t that big to begin with).
Since this happened a couple days ago, I saw Disney’s Frozen, which depicts a girl figuratively icing-out her younger sister who just wants to play with her and have fun and be family. The message of the movie is to dump love on their stubbornness and they’ll come around. Ironically, I would normally hate this kind of response and advise anyone adopting it to stop being trampled on and being taken advantage of and issue much tougher-love and take charge. Ironic because that’s precisely how I didn’t handle this case and my “just offer love” approach was a miserable abject failure.
Kids think my house is cool…
lol @ all these trick-or-treaters commenting on how bomb dotcom my sick pad is. That’s right kiddies. “Don’t forget to tell your older sisters how cool it/I was”.
The funny part is that I didn’t put up anything for Halloween. This is just how my house always is…
At first I was offended since I had this whole “swing the door open with a grand-presenters stance” thing goin on and they looked right through me into my entryway and into my back yard and started commenting on that instead of what I always expect to be the forefront of everyones attention at all times: Me. But I warmed up to it after making the connection that it is *my* house after all, so their awe is legitimately MY awe, validating me as a human being, so all is not lost. God. Is this what you douchebags who trick out their cars think and feel like? Your lives must be sad and empty :(.
I think I was also unprepared for it because everyone who comes here falls into 1 of 3 not-impressed-by-Richards-shit categories as they’re
1-Friends who have been to previous living quarters of mine and know how I live so they expect it,
2-Employee’s and business partners coming here to work on a media project in my Studio Wing and are overwhelmed by the general experience to where much of a reaction doesn’t come out &
3-Elitist bitches who view enthusiasm and positivity as a currency that they think depreciates if they transact too much of it and so they withhold positivity as a power move – especially to people like me who have that whole “ooo, I think i’m seoOo great” schtick goin on that they’re not smart enough to get in any deeper way than it’s surface literalness so the last thing they want to do is feel like they’re giving me leverage by implying in any way that they accept that premise, causing them to be 30% snottier than they already were.
Similar scenario when my 9 & 18 year old nephews were here for a day before we went over to Hawaii over the summer: 9 year old Riley went bananas (though for some reason the hands-down winner was my punch bowl fountain) while the eldest was more “screw you and your fabulous wonderland of Awesome, Uncle Rich…”.
I also get jaded to my own eccentricities since, ka-derr – I live with them erry day – and they’re not only never enough, but I haven’t even reached completion of phase 1 for me to then quickly get bored with and move on to something new and bigger/better.
My entryway, for example, is ultra-dullsville to me with bare-minimum essentials that I basically view as placeholders for the REAL stuff coming soon for when I deck the walls with posters and checkerboard the tiles and trick up the back yard some more. It’s for that reason that I haven’t even really posted much from this house since I moved in earlier this year – cuz it’s not done, Son. But I guess I should explain then what I’m even talking about to give some kind of reference:
Online friends don’t really care about you (except YOU, right?)
Wyatt once told me that “no one will attend your funeral” and he wasn’t kidding. He said it seriously and out of anger.
Is this cartoon a vision of my future? hmmm…
How is it that they just don’t “get it”?
I’ve noticed a pattern with my elder relatives that they continually make, what to me, are really weird and always negative assessments of me either at large or in a specific encounter with them.
My nephews on the other hand, as they get older, are slowly appearing to realize that Uncle Rich is more brilliant-authority-figure and less coocoo-bananas-clown than maybe they previously thought and it’s interesting to see them do the calculations and adjust their assessment internally based on their observations and everything but it also highlights the contrast of how dense so many adults are. Why are these kids getting wise to my life-of-satire when the generations ahead of them are continually so unable to detect the should-be-obviousness to whats going on in front of them?
I’m inclined to blame this on a lack of thoughtfulness on the part of the person who consistently and repeatedly doesn’t understand the tone of other peoples behavior but it’s possible that age is a factor as well. People may just get jaded the older they get and learn by experience to take everything literally where as a younger person – free of the endless cynicism of life – is more receptive to jokes being inserted into every day interactions.
Whatever the case may be. No one but the innocence of a childs mind can know my struggle…
Nephew Stages of Drinking
Pomegranate Cranberry Orange “cocktails” with the nephews. I only announced a picture was about to be taken… didn’t ask either of them to pose. They picked classy & trashy on their own.
Even Han Solo is a better friend than any of my friends
Watching The Empire Strikes Back with my 9 year old nephew Riley who has never seen a full Star Wars movie until watching A New Hope for the first time last night. I have a camera ready to capture the first time he learns that Darth Vader is actually Lukes dad. But until then – we’ve got a bunch of Rebel commanders on ice planet Hoth and this exchange happens:
Deck Officer: Sir, Commander Skywalker hasn’t come in through the south entrance. He might have forgotten to check in.
Han Solo: Not likely. Are the speeders ready?
Deck Officer: Not yet. We’re having some trouble adapting them to the cold.
Han Solo: Then we’ll have to go out on Tauntauns.
Deck Officer: Sir, the temperature’s dropping too rapidly.
Han Solo: That’s right. And my friends out in it.
In other words: “Um.. Ya, stupid. That’s like…the entire point. How bout we show a little concern for my bro here and pitch in?”. Should be obvious, right? How come no one ever gives a shit when **I**’m out possibly freezing to death and/or getting jacked by Yeti-MountainGoat hybrids? Screw u guyz.
I can’t even get the people who claim to be my best pals to do the most simplest of shit and here’s a guy who, even at this stage in his character development, is written to be at least half as cold as the planet he’s working on – a guy who literally has “loner” as half of his name – and even he doesn’t even think its a question of whether he has to go help his friends – the question is HOW.
Nephew’s bathroom humor goes terribly wrong
Nephew: Okay guys, I really can’t help this one so I’m gonna apologize in advance…
Richard: [doing the math in deducing that he was talking about a fart] THE HELL you are, boy. Get the hell out onto the balcony before you release any krakkens. NOW
Nephew: [Runs over to the open balcony door, giggling and turns around, pointing his butt outward to the open night] Hello world! Heeeere you goooo!
[proceeds to pass gas]…
Family laughs, despite knowing we shouldnt as a look of surprise and alarm overcomes nephew face before he holds his butt running to the bathroom saying:
“Oh man, it was a poop. IT WAS A POOP!”
[the bathroom door slams shut. and the family erupts in laughter that could only be described, coincidentally enough, as “losing our shit”]
(ps: the nephew is Riley…)