May 2022

Far from it, pet

Oh, how often have I heard the words “I’m stupid“, or “I can’t do that!” from my pet.  For the longest time, it was almost as if we had to deal with a bugaboo in her brainpan where she was steadfastly convinced her brain was working against her in some way.  “It takes me the longest time to learn anything Master!” she’d say, which wasn’t necessarily true, but she’d insist that it was.  In many ways, she’d also say that I was the only one that could explain things, or speak “Pet’ese”, her own personal language where if I explained it, she’d get it.  Cull from that what you will, dear reader.

When she visited me last month, one of her desires was to have a printer for her laptop.  Coincidentally, I just happened to have a spare printer that had been gifted to me by a friend, who was getting rid of her computer.  Bing bang boom, as the old adage goes, two birds with one stone.

Long story short, I was able to get the printer set up, talk to her laptop and show her how the two worked.  I had a spare cable to facilitate the communication and she was set.  When she went home, she had a basic understanding of how to use it.  I figured over time together with the assistance of a little program called TeamViewer; we would be able to collaborate to use it for her benefit.

In the last couple of weeks, she’s been getting back into working out, and she wanted some incentive to do her weekly exercise regimen.  That’s fine, every person needs something to help when they’re doing something somewhat difficult, and I was happy to assist.  She has workout sheets that she uses to keep track of what machines she’s using, the weights she’s utilizing, and so on.  But before, she didn’t have a way to send the sheets to me, but the printer, with its All-In-One capability (It also scans and faxes), fixes that issue handily.  If you know how it works.

Enter TeamViewer.  A couple of years ago, when I got the laptop for her (an upgraded version of the one I’m using, so it offered familiarity for me if hers ever broke), I had it shipped to me first before being sent on to her so I could look it over, add any programs that might be usable and so on.  One of them was TeamViewer, a free program where people can conference or take ‘control’ of another’s computer for the purpose of diagnosis or teaching.

One evening after she had gotten off work, and I had some free time, we fired up our respective programs and I taught her how to use the program and the printer to scan her workout sheet, create a PDF with it, how to find it on her laptop once it was created, and then how to attach it to an email and send it out.  My intention at the time was to screenshot enough so that I could create a visual tutorial so she could do it on her own.  She was fairly convinced that she wouldn’t be able to do it without my assistance the first few times.  I figured the tutorial would take the place of that and she’d be fine after looking it over and following the step by steps.

Of course, as things occur, I managed to get side-tracked and didn’t make the tutorial.  I had mentioned I needed access to her computer again in the near future to make the tutorial, but our schedules never seemed to coalesce.  A couple of weeks went by and she had a couple of workout sheets to send me.  One day, rather than take the easy route and just take a picture of it with her phone, she decided to try to recreate the steps herself, and experiment to see if she could do it on her own.

And it worked!  She informed me later that day the workout sheets were in my inbox.  When I went there, I discovered that she’d done a great job.  Easy to read, it was in PDF form, ALL the boxes were ticked.  Couldn’t have done better myself.  I informed her of such, heaped (deserved!) praise on her and was very pleased she hadn’t let the possibility of failure get her down or dissuade her from trying.

See, pet?  You CAN do this!  VERY proud of you!  What are you going to conquer next?

RIP, HWill

There are people that come into your life that you sometimes take for granted.  You rather expect that they’re always going to be around, and you’ll have time to meet them, see them, or just interact with them, and kick yourself when they die unexpectedly and rob you of that opportunity.

Will Perlis was that sort of person.  He and I met online, on a system called Compuserve that existed back in the 1980s and 90s.  We met on a forum called HSX, which stood for ‘Human Sexuality’ (yes, even back in the dark ages such things existed) but more specifically there was an interior forum called “12b” which was hosted by a woman named Gloria Brame, and it was the forum where the kinksters hung out.  The nerdy kinksters, I guess you would say.

This was the place where you could feel comfortable interacting with those that were (secretly) like yourself.  It was certainly where I spent a good deal of time with my then girlfriend, who eventually became my wife.  Everyone had nicknames on there, much like they do on Fetlife, or other types of message boards and forums.  Back then, I was known as YM or ‘Young Mark’ because my girlfriend (Christabel) was a bit older than I.  Sort of a May/December, robbing the cradle or dating up as the sayings go.  But I digress

Will’s nickname was HWill.  Ok, not so much a nickname as some were, but it was what we’ve been calling him, even 35 years later.  HIS girlfriend at the time was named ‘Kait’, and they were thick as thieves.  For them, it was a long distance relationship, but they got to meet at Christabel’s and my wedding.  In a rather intricate quirk of fate, Will was pressed into service as my best man, since I actually forgot I needed one.  Living in a different part of the state, not really having anyone that I thought would be prudent for such a thing, I was informed it was necessary and traditional.  HWill was amused but willing to step in at a moment’s notice since the Justice of the Peace insisted someone stand there with me at the moment of truth.

A year or so later, Will moved to California to be with Kait.  They lived quite happily in LA for many years, and as Compuserve wound down, we still kept in touch with them through the Interwebs, and were informed in 2010 that Kait had passed away from a sudden heart attack.  Which left Will devastated, and the impromptu father figure to two mischevious cats named Izzi and Kiri that were originally hers.  In the ensuing years Christabel would be more in contact with Will than I, every year on our anniversary he’d send her a message, addressed to us both, and she’d forward it to me.  I’d respond to the email, and it would be quiet again until the next year.

Will and I were friends on Facebook, as well as Fetlife.  Facebook was a bit more of Will’s place to post in the last 10 years, since her wasn’t interested in a new play partner after Kait’s passing.  I often wondered what he did with his BDSM toys, he answered that question a couple of years ago when he posted a thought/question on Fet about what are ‘your’ plans for when you’re gone, how are your toys going to go over with the person(s) that are going to be picking up after you’re gone.  He gave away his toys and various items, his computer and files are password protected and probably will be erased or trashed so there’s no electronic trail after his passing.  His children were aware of his activities (I think), so there’s probably not going to be any embarrassing discoveries in his apartment (aside from Kait’s ashes in a glass jar sandwiched between two reference volumes).

I was skimming through Facebook last evening when I happened upon a post of Will’s.  It was a bit confusing at first as it referenced ‘our father’ and it mentioned he died in his sleep.  Will’s Dad had died many years ago, and then the quarter bonged in the bottom of the box.  The post was by his kids.  Will had passed away.  Christabel was seated behind me and I turned around and said ‘Will died”.  She didn’t understand me.  I repeated it; “HWill died.”  She reacted pretty incredulously and asked me to send her the link.  Which I did, but Facebook, after being notified of someone’s passing, closes the public profile for whatever reason, so she wasn’t able to see it.  Being the technokiddy I am, I was able to screenshot the post and send it to her.  I posted to his profile a bit about our mutual history and offered our condolences to the his kids.

I’m left wondering what happened to his cats.

Rest in Peace, Will.  Thanks for everything.