I keep my credit card information in a text file on this computer. oh, yes, and my past and present customers’ information as well! although that is kept impenetrably safe. if you ever buy something online, go with a business that uses a 3rd party processor, because they never see your info. businesses with their own SSL servers and merchant accounts and stuff probably keep your information in text files on their PCs as well.
you know i’ve lost the ability to steal. I thought about doing so a couple of months ago but couldn’t bring myself to. but I used to all the time, from my mother’s purse, my grandfather’s top shelf, my employers, every store I went into. I was arrested once, in Woolworths, and suspended from St Joe’s because i’d been in school uniform at the time.
taken to see Cold Mountain today, which I didn’t like.
had another barbeque with Trina and Roger, at the beach. they’d planned to the first time, only Ronnie got that thing in her eye, and by the time it was over it was too late to go. it was very windy. i’d said to mumm earlier I would go, because daydream said he had to work, and mumm didn’t want to go by herself. but then daydream said he’d go. and of course I couldn’t say, “well in that case, I don’t want to..”
so I went, but went for a long walk up to Tailors Point and took some photos. the memorial where someone fell off and died was covered in flowers, which kept blowing away into the ocean below.
some time today, daydream mentioned in passing that our family probably has some genetic mental instability, using mother and her sisters as examples. I assumed he was joking, until mumm laughed, and he, gravely, said, “what?”
I turned and said, “were you being serious?”
“yes, of course,” he said.
my imaginary jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe someone would say such a thing.. seriously, out loud, to the subject in question’s face, and not expect them to take grievous offence. I said something like that to him, and he just said, “uh huh,” like I was being irrational. no one said anything else, but I was thinking about it for an hour afterwards.
later, I asked mumm if it is a cultural thing, if Germans in general are unknowingly rude. daydream again and again blunders so, and it just makes me dislike him. she said yes, they are, and told numerous anecdotes from her visits… anyway, at the time of the above blunder, mumm surprisingly didn’t say anything, and changed the subject. later, after the barbeque, I heard them fighting, then screaming, then he walked out, slamming the door. mumm came and talked to me for a while, to get grounded, she said. the argument had been about that. he couldn’t see that it was wrong to say it, and said that she.. had taken it wrong.