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January 27, 2004

It's all about me

It's traditional, I suppose, to start one of these puppies with a long, rambling monolog all about the genius behind the weblog, but Dean has his own site already. Heh.

Ok, about me: who am I to flout tradition? With no more ado, What About Casey?

I'm single, male, and have finally (December, 2003) gotten my Bachelor of Science degree from Miami University at the grand old age of 44.

Politically, I'm a mongrel. I'm for strong personal rights like private property, the right to carry and bear arms, and the Feds to keep their damn noses to themselves. I'm for vigorous R&D in science, including genetic research; the possibilities are nearly limitless. I think that we -people, not just government astronauts- should move into space as quickly as possible, and that private initiative is one of the major forces behind America's prosperity. If I had to pick a prime virtue, it would be liberty; that -as Jerry Pournelle says- we were born free.

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January 29, 2004

Uh, oh! Vertigo!

I wear contacts. And sometimes, when I take them out at night, and I'm tired, I don't pay close enough attention to the lids: "L" & "R".

So the next morning -today for example- I put them back in, walk into the hall, and say "whoa, THAT'S not right!!"

Instant vertigo. Not a good thing.

January 30, 2004

Mmm...

Y'know what's really good?

Beer and chocolate! Especially dark chocolate. Yummy!

What's your favorite?

February 13, 2004

My Valentines Day Entry

Ok, I have to come out of the closet, and admit something that personally embarasses me.

Hillary Clinton turns me on.

There! I said it....

February 27, 2004

Testament to a friend

Dear Dean and Rosemary,

I was going to write to you the other day, to explain why I hadn't dropped by the blog very often lately. I didn't think Dean to believe that it was due to hard feelings about the book critique. Nothing to do with that!

Part of that explanation was to be about depression about my own life, and difficulty getting a job now that I'm out of school.

Then I dropped by Dean's World, and read some truly sad things. On the other hand, I read some truly lovely things as well. The odd bit is that both involve the same words.

I guess the best way is to turn back the clock... Back when I was a kid we would drive our mom insane by bringing home cute kittens. We just didn't Get It; "But, mom, it's just a kitten!" To which my mother would reply "Kittens turn into cats!" But, God bless her, mom always relented, and away we went. After a couple generations of more cute kittens, mom would lay down the law, and away the entire (excuse the pun) kit and caboodle would go.

Until the next irresistible foundling came along. Sigh... {wry grin}

Certain members of our continual Cat Empire still come readily to mind. Leo, the red tabby. Felix, a perfect replica of his namesake. Sheba, a lovely chocolate Burmese, who gave birth to Inky, a black longhair with the most mellow personality I've ever seen in a feline body.

Then there was Snoopy. There was, at first, little to set Snoopy apart from the crowd, aside from his name. He was "Yet Another Grey Tabby With A Cute Name." But that was before he disappeared for two weeks, and our family had decided that Snoopy had found a family he liked better.

After we came to terms with Snoopy's abandonment of our family, he returned in a dramatic manner. One summer morning we opened the front door to find on the front porch an emaciated grey tabby missing his back right leg. All that was left was a shred of a tendon below the joint.

We never found out how Snoopy lost his leg, or how he returned. The best we can guess is that he ran afoul of a vermin trap, or some vicious sadistic punk with an axe. What we can say is that my older sister Amy took our friend to the vet, and paid the bills out of her own pocket.

You know, in a way it was really funny watching Snoopy run, after that. You haven't seen anything until you've seen a three-legged cat run, full out! Not only that, but the Snoopster showed how smart cats could be. He would walk up to you, look you straight in the eye, cock his head, and start waggling his stump just as if he were scratching behind his right ear. The message: "Scratch behind my ear, cuz I can't you dolt!" But we always got the message....

But that's not why I'm talking about Snoopy right now. He lived to a ripe old age, and veteran cat lovers know what frequently happens to old toms: kidney stones. Alas, with Snoopy and his old age, there wasn't much we could do by then, but how could we explain that to him? All he knew was we let him down! It hurt, dammit!

I don't think I'll ever forget his last minutes on this earth. I was in the dining room, near the door to our back porch. Snoopy hobbled up to me, and flopped down on his side with a disgusted air. He looked up at me, and gave an abbreviated yowl, as if to say "Blast it, this hurts. Do something."

I say, "abbreviated" because I've never heard a cat just stop in the middle of saying anything. Right after that he flopped back, and quit moving. A minute later some fluid ran out of his nose. He was dead. I had never seen any living creature die while I watched. I hope to God you never have to watch anything you love die, while you watch.

We found out later his bladder had burst. The fluid was the urine that had backed up in his body.

Why do I bring this up? I know, in my bones, what happens when a pet you love suffers. And I'm not the only one. We know, Dean and Rosemary, what you are going through; and we're there for you.

In your other post you say that you realize that you are an alcoholic:

"I can't stop. It's affecting my life, and I can't stop.
Damn it.
How pathetic is it that I share this with you publicly?
I can't stop. What's wrong with me?"

Dean, my dear friend, there is nothing wrong with you! It isn't pathetic. It's human. Actually, it's healthy, because you have confronted your demons, in public.

I have no words to say how much we love you, and support you. All I can do is give my own testament. Please find attached an article I wrote for a journalism class I took last summer at Miami University, taught by Professor Hugh Morgan. Hugh isn稚 "just" (as mentioned in the article) a journalism teacher; he's an Associated Press veteran of 15 years standing. Hugh is also an alcoholic; something he decided to reveal to our class...

Feel free to publish this article, or not. It's up to you.

All I can say, at the end, is that: Dean and Rosemary, there are quite a few
of us in the blogosphere who love you, and yours, and we care.

God be with you, my friends.

Casey

Testament of an alcoholic

The following article was written June, 2003, for a journalism class for Miami University.

I publish it here in testament to the spirit of a great journalist, Hugh Morgan, and my friend Dean Esmay.

They share, to some degree, many of the same gifts, and faults.

Enjoy.

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March 14, 2004

That's Gotta Hurt!

Rosemary Esmay, Queen of All Evil, has encountered good news, and bad news.

The good news is that she doesn't need a root canal.

The bad news is that Dean's sex life will take a nosedive, as others have already archly observed. Or not, if you catch my drift. Heh.

The worse news is that the Idiotarian Liberation Front will get a pass for three weeks. This is not to be borne!

Lewd remarks that to the effect that a half-inch gap in Rose's mouth brace are more than enough for Dean to enjoy himself are beneath notice... :)

March 16, 2004

It's the middle of March.

It's the middle of March. Baseball season starts in less than three weeks.

What the heck is this!?

snow2a.jpg

Don't you love Cincinnati weather? :)

February 18, 2005

Time to snuggle in...

It seems that the littlest Esmay, Drake, has come down with a case of pneumonia. That's got be pretty tough when yer 5 weeks old.

So drop by Deans's World, and offer them your prayers and good hopes.

Take care, Y'all...

October 6, 2005

And now for something Purely Commercial...

If anyone is interested, I'm selling the COMPLETE Walt Simonson THOR on eBay. Details here.

December 2, 2010

A bit of a bleg

UPDATE: I published a new post to the effect that some very generous people have made a great difference, and that I'm no longer in dire straits. I'm in debt & behind on things, but now I can stagger on. Apparently visitors are coming directly to this post, so they don't see the later one.

I want to reiterate that I am deeply grateful to those who responded, but for anyone newly visiting this post, you don't need to send anything. I don't doubt there's someone else around who could also benefit from your great hearts.

Thank you all, and Merry Christmas.

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ORIGINAL:
It's never pleasant to admit you're in the hole with no way out. For that matter, it's even less so being there.

That said, my situation is this: out of work, can't find work, water utilities are cut off, and electricity issue on the horizon. Don't even want to talk about rent.

I'm looking at nearly $200 just to get the water back on, what with penalties and reconnection fees, and nearly the same to keep the electric service on.

If anyone has even a few dollars to drop into the "tip jar" (PayPal button) on my main page (to the left, under the links to Rick Rescorla, and Day by Day), it would be a tremendous help, until I can get back to work.

Better yet, if you can point me to work in the northern Cincinnati/southern Hamilton area, drop me a line.

Thanks, in advance, to those who respond; most especially to John Donovan over at Castle Argghhh!, for the help he has given.

December 3, 2010

Now, I'm thankful.

Anyone who read my last post would understand why I didn't feel very thankful for anything about a week ago. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

I have been astonished by the kindness and generosity directed at me the last 24 hours. I even received a contribution from Australia, and one from Canada. You have all been more than generous, and have both my thanks and my gratitude, as I said in my individual replies.

This has been, to me, a bit of a (slightly) early Christmas miracle. Thanks to you wonderful people, I can turn on the water, keep the electric on, and even pay off a month's back rent. I'm still in a hole, but it's much more shallow now. :)

The warmth and sympathy I've encountered last night, and today, well; I don't have the words. Considering the challenge -normally- is to shut me up, that's something.

So thank you, so very, very much, to everyone who was willing to chip in to help out a stranger in need. Please feel free to stop sending contributions now, as I can stagger on, on my own now.

Even if nothing else happens this month, you've already given me a wonderful Christmas. Thank you, again, and God bless every one of you.

December 4, 2010

A bit of an early Christmas

This weekend has unrolled like a badly-written made for TV movie.

Not only have people literally from around the world responded to my request for help (thanks again, everyone!), I just got a job. I do not believe this. No, really, I expect Jimmy Stewart to knock on the door any minute now.

It was the strangest thing. Like many people, I have a Facebook account, and keep track of folks I don't see in person very often. Just the other day I saw a friend had wryly posted on her wall that she hadn't been able to enjoy her Thanksgiving meal, as she couldn't keep anything down; bit of a virus. So I dropped her a line; a bit of "hope you get better soon" note, and as an afterthought asked her if knew anyone who was hiring.

I turns out she's a manager at a local restaurant, and told me to call her the next morning. It was a challenge keeping my hopes down, as I had been disappointed before. I made the call, wherein she asked me to drop by and talk to her kitchen manager. Long story short, I got hired today! Yeah, me. :)

So this weekend has been chock full of minor miracles for me. I'm afraid now that the 25th will seem an anti-climax after all this. I did learn two lessons:

-There are some wonderful people out there, and they're willing to help; try not to lose hope.

-God has a sense of humor, and he really likes messing with my head.

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