So I went to the seminar thing last night for weight loss surgery. I've been to two already and at the end of both of those they told me my insurance wouldn't pay for the surgery.

This time was supposed to be different.

It wasn't.

They did tell me there is a way to maybe get them to pay for it, but I'll have to get my insurance company to help me out.

So that's likely a no.

I'm going to keep trying though, because, well, I have nothing better to do.

so after getting crappy news from the people that were supposed to be able to help me medically, tooth pulled, car in the shop, house burned down, I sit down to play a few songs on Rock Band and my goddamn X-Box gets the red ring of death.

It's official. Everything I touch goes straight to hell.

I'm afraid to touch my dick...



UPDATE: I actually just found out that it's even worse. My X-Box is out of warranty so Microsoft won't repair it for free even though it's not my fault it doesn't work anymore.

Well our first venture into presenting at comic conventions went very well. SPACE Con was pretty awesome and we'll be posting pics and stuff in the next couple days hopefully.

Now for the other stuff.

I figure most of you reading this already know most of the stuff that's gone on, but a lot of you are also the people that want me to post more so here ya go!

Remember that sore tooth from a few posts back? Well a couple weeks ago it broke in half and I had to get it pulled, but never fear, my appointment to get it checked out by the oral surgeon is coming up in about a week and a half...

I'm thinking about not canceling the now worthless appointment, going in and asking the oral surgeon for a routine cleaning just to piss them off.

Unless the surgeon looks anything like the girls in the movie 'Naughty Oral Surgeons Vol 12' then she can pull a tooth of her choosing as long as I get the same kind of action the dude in the movie got.

Anyhow, I charged $10 worth of gas after the tooth extraction and forgot to make note of it when I got home, so two days later the charge comes through and bounces three other charges, so because I went in the hole by $3.72 it cost me $110.

Now I'm not bitching about the first charge. That was my fault, I admit it, I dropped the ball. What I am bitching about is I watched my account online for two full days and it didn't even appear as a pending charge till after I made a deposit that more than covered it, but they back dated the charge. what's more, they didn't back date the charge to the day it was made, they just back dated it to before I made my deposit. After that, their penalty fee (also backdated) caused two more overdrafts. I went in to ask them if they'd work with me a little and let me off with just one overdraft fee (the one I deserved) and the bank lady got kinda pissed.

So I called customer service and got them to refund one overdraft and hold the $7 a day additional charges and I think that's about as good as I'm going to get.

I hope bank lady finds out and gets furiously pissed off.

Is it just me though, or does anyone else remember the day when banking didn't cost this much money? Part of the selling point of banks used to be that they would give you this thing called 'interest'. Interest, for those of you who don't know, was a policy in which banks would give you money based on how much money you had in the bank. My having a bank account costs me an average of $200 a year or so depending on just how much they decide they want to fuck me in any given month.

The only reasons I bother having a bank account at all are A: My check direct deposits and that saves me time, B: I can use my bank card online, and C: I don't have to carry cash anymore. That's it. I don't write checks anymore, so those are worthless. I think that's why I get them for free...

Mom is insisting on deeding my car over to me. This in and of itself isn't a bad thing. I love my car more than my own life (and by extension more than any ten lives that aren't mine) I'm just worried that once I own it myself the medicaid people will say "Well you own a car now, so you can sell that and once you're out of money again we'll give you your health coverage back".

Now Medicaid says I can own a car and it won't affect my policy at all, but I'm used to dealing with West Virginia's Medicaid people and they would outright lie to me whenever it suited them, so I'm a bit nervous at the prospect.

Anyway, I need to put the car in the shop tomorrow so that I can drive it home and get it inspected before Mom will renew the license on it. Problem is, she needs to do that before the 1st and I can't get home till after the 1st. This means I'll get to drive the car home with both an expired inspection sticker AND a dead license, get it inspected (which they probably won't do with a dead license), then go to the DMV to get it re-licensed so that Mom can deed it to me and since I'm an Ohio resident the West Virginia inspection sticker will then be completely worthless.

I tried to explain this to her and she got really mad at me.

For those of you that are wondering YES my Mother is completely insane.

This means that I may have to drive home on Wednesday or Thursday to deal with this shit (IF they're done fixing the car by then) and get back up here in time for the Unitarian Con I'm attending over the weekend.

Yes, I'm going to attend a weekend-long function at a nationally recognized church. No, I'm not finding religion, I'm just hanging out with a cool group of people I know and (perhaps only marginally more important) trying to hook up with attractive young college girls.

The other reason I have to go home after the con is I need to dig through the charred remains of my old house and see if any of my stuff survived. See, someone in my old neighborhood decided it would be a lot of fun to light my goddamn house on fire the other night. I wish to god I was making that up, but no, someone goddamn set my motherfucking house on fire.

Most of the first floor is a total loss, but the majority up the second floor is reportedly ok. This, according to the fire department, is due to the unusually high percentage of asbestos in the walls and ceilings.

Umm, yay asbestos?

All in all though I'm somehow in a pretty positive state of mind, which is probably better evidence than ever there's been before that there's something very, very wrong with me...

Anyhow, SPACE went very well, so well in fact that we're talking about getting a table at this year's Mid-Ohio-Con. I'll let you guys know as soon as possible if we decide to do it because, unlike SPACE which was for independent comics which are a very selective taste, Mid-Ohio-Con will have a much broader appeal and I'm sure a lot more of you will want to attend and give us money.

Oh, and there will be famous people there, like my good, close, personal friend Brad Guigar, author of Evil Inc.

Ok, maybe 'close, personal friend' is overstating it a bit, but I've met him twice and he laughed at one of my comics, so bite me.

I also met Ray Park and Daniel Logan last year and they were both way cool too. I've got a funny story about meeting the two of them, but it's a little long so I'll post it later. I was going to post it some time ago, but due to some computer problems I lost most of my pictures from that con.

So that's pretty much it for now. I'll post again just as soon as some newer, fresher hell rears it's head.

By my reckoning I should spontaneously combust by Friday, so that should be noteworthy...