I’m not even going to get into why I haven’t been updating. Instead I’m going to tell you about my neighborhood. I love my neighborhood.

On Sunday night a woman was raped and beaten across the street from my house. Like right across the street. A place I’ve walked a million times before and will continue to walk - alone if need be. When I found out, I kept trying to remember what I was doing when it happened. I was watching TV. That was it. I was fucking watching TV while someone was having what I assume is going to be the worst night of their life. I wasn’t scared to find out but I was fucking pissed. I was angry I didn’t know it was happening otherwise I would have helped. Maybe I couldn’t have stopped it but I could have been a witness. As it is now, there are none.

Part of the problem is the fact that it happened behind a large tree and several really high hedges. It was dark and there was no light from a nearby street light. It would have been easy for someone walking on the other side of the street to not notice.

When the story broke yesterday I was on my way to work but I thought about pruning the tree and hedges myself when I got back home. When I drove by at 2:30 yesterday afternoon one guy had taken it upon himself to cut the foliage. When I drove by again at 4 (I drive a lot for work and it’s a small town) there was a group of people working on it. When I left for work this morning the hedges were completely eliminated and the tree looked like some kind of wonky lollipop. It was awesome.

I’ve been keeping up with the story online and when I googled it yesterday every article made sure to mention that the woman was drunk and walking alone at night. Commenters of course blamed her, even suggesting she deserved it for being so dumb. Unfortunately I expected this, but my reaction was still horror. I’m probably preaching to the choir, but alone, drunk or whatever - nothing is an invitation for rape. Get a fucking clue!

It was front page news today when she identified her attacker as Latino, well that set off a whole other shit storm. “Of course he was Latino!” Is the nicest way of summarizing how people felt about that.

You can read about it by googling “seabright rape” today’s article is here. Interestingly (or not), I took a picture of graffiti on the house two years ago. You can see it on the last picture of this post, eerily titled “It is TOO risky!” in which I call the animal the “Seabright Monster.” Fuck that’s creepy. The shadows from the trees and hedges give you an indication of how overgrown it was but that was two years ago. Up until yesterday afternoon the Seabright Monster would not have been visible from where I took the picture.

I was thinking of this woman today when I posted flyers around campus to sell my microbiology lab manual. And I was thinking about her when I met Paul out front to exchange the items. We both noticed the police tape whipping in the wind. I’m not going to get paranoid but I’m not telling my mom either.

The Millionizer would probably only injure herself if she ever used pepper spray

At FlashcampSF right now. If you came up to me right now I would either A) pretend not to speak English or B) tell you I was a flash developer. I’m whatever you want me to be baby.

I took the bus today, as I do when I meet TBU for trips to San Francisco. There were a few noticibles. Like, for once I was the only one with my ears plugged into something. And no matter what, I always manage to sit next to the most annoying person on the bus. For 45 minutes I sat next to a girl who compulsively called someone. Like at no point was her phone not connected to her network. By the time one call ended she was already starting another conversation. I was tempted to get on my phone and have a fake conversation that included me saying, “Nothing, just sitting next to a grotesque freckled ginge who won’t shut the fuck up. I’m just trying not to breathe too deep. Ginge isn’t contagious is it?” But I didn’t. I listened to the mp3 player TBU got me for my birthday.

Oh yeah, I turn 26 next week. I am officially on my way out of my 20’s. I’m glad though, I am such an 8th grader. I’m ready to go to college.

Speaking of college, I’m done with my last final for the semester on Tuesday. Don’t break out the bottles too quick though, I’m taking Summer school and it starts n Monday. I’ll let you know when the bottles can come.

On the bus I almost started weeping while I listened to Gold Mined Gutted. I don’t knot who sings it or what. But it almost made me cry. Santa Cruz scenes were blurring by and it seemed like a sad, sad soundtrack to my departure.

Have I told you? No I haven’t. TBU and I are leaving Santa Cruz for the warmer, fake tittier  climate of San Diego. Probably by the end of the year. That’s what happens when goals start to be reached, shit changes.

Oh! Another thing about Flashcamp. This older gentleman sat next to TBU and was kinda hogging the elbow room. I noticed and discretely whispered, “Do you want me to scoot over?” Except I had my earphones in and it was totally indiscrete. TBU didn’t answer he just opened his mouth like he was going to say shit the fuck up! But he just side glanced at me and hella ingored me. Then the man moved over a seat. Sir! I’m sorry! I only asked because I was concerned about TBU’s comfort! You were never meant to hear! So fail.

In other breaking Flashcamp news, Asian people who are like literally from Asia are so fucking pushy. Let move my beer before you walk on it you freak bitch.

So I hope you’ve enjoyed the first drunken update in a long time. Thanks for the free beer, Adobe!

The Millionizer doesn’t want TBU to ask a question because it embarrasses her. I am the harbinger of dream death.

PS I’m torn. Should I include a FlashCamp tag? I would, except the whole thing about disparaging an entire race that has been pretty productive. Positive stereotyping! My solution will be to add the tag tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. Leave all the “you’re racist” comments you want. I won’t be here.

PPS Makers faire update tomorrow. Let me rephrase that. I will go to Maker Faire tomorrow but I will not post about it because, let’s face it, promptness is not my strong suit. Do you know about MakerFaire? No? then click that link!