Missing (in) Acktion

[lovecraft68]

Thanks, Peppa. Looks like he (or someone) logs in every few days or week or so, but no new posts and no messages.

*shrugs* All I can do is hope he's all right and that he knows he's missed.

How can you see if someone logged in if they don't post? Is that the "last activity" in a person's profile?

 

[patientlee]

I think my phone logs in automatically. Maybe that's what's making it look like he's on.

 

[SecondCircle]

I think my phone logs in automatically. Maybe that's what's making it look like he's on.

Aye. That be true.

 

[Essie1]

How can you see if someone logged in if they don't post? Is that the "last activity" in a person's profile?

That's what I mean, the "last activity" thing. I don't really know much about phone technology so not sure how that works. But it's been nearly 4 months since I've heard a peep from him, despite this thread and various PMs over that time from me (including a link to this thread).

I'm stubborn, I guess. But despite how close a friendship we formed, and how much I miss the big furball, all I can do is hope that wherever he is, whatever he's doing, he's happy and as well as can be.

 

[Ewobbit]

Not sure why anyone would miss that grouchy old crackpot, but since some apparently did...

So, yeah. Apparently Acktion circled the drain a bit. Something about mixing his Parkinson's meds with that swill he called coffee. Anyway, there were doctor visits and they argued about whether the original diagnosis of Parkinson's was incorrect and it was actually CTPD(?) or whatever the latest thing is with closed head injuries. (Yet another thing they won't be able to confirm until the autopsy, I note.)

And doctor bills and not enough moola for luxuries like internet. Electricity and water were touch and go. He ended up giving the computer, with the Literotica.com account still set up in the web browser, to a grandson who was starting college. (And wow, that could have been awkward.)

And then the bank ended up taking the house (and Daisy's yard) back. It looked like Acktion, Mrs. Acktion, Daisy, and their four housecats were going to be wintering under an overpass in a cardboard box.

That's when a few miracles happened. Trying to keep a long, dull story from being completely boring, if it isn't too late, through some financial assistance from some unlikely sources, the little pack washed up in a slum on the wrong side of the highway.

Any rate, it took awhile to get amenities like water, gas, and electricity going much less internet. Then, of course, there was cobbling together a computer (sort of) from the spare parts that actually survived the move.

At which point, the jackass couldn't remember how to speel his account name (since found obviously), much less his password. Or which email account he had used to set it up.

So, that's the last two years ... well, year and a half. And the grouchy old bastard is still sitting outside in his cheap plastic knockoff Adirondack chair watching the sunrise and sunset with Daisy only a little less happy since she can't go hauling ass wherever she wants but is confined by a leash to this bastard who will not move fast enough damn it and is losing her puppyish figure.

And even Magic, the twenty year old housecat, made the move just fine since there is actually CARPET (instead of hardwood floors) that is much easier on his swollen old joints.

So, yeah. If there is anyone who even remembers the old crank, don't worry about him. Heaven doesn't want him and hell is waiting for a management position to open up.

Um... or so I've heard.

 

[patientlee]

Not sure why anyone would miss that grouchy old crackpot, but since some apparently did...

So, yeah. Apparently Acktion circled the drain a bit. Something about mixing his Parkinson's meds with that swill he called coffee. Anyway, there were doctor visits and they argued about whether the original diagnosis of Parkinson's was incorrect and it was actually CTPD(?) or whatever the latest thing is with closed head injuries. (Yet another thing they won't be able to confirm until the autopsy, I note.)

And doctor bills and not enough moola for luxuries like internet. Electricity and water were touch and go. He ended up giving the computer, with the Literotica.com account still set up in the web browser, to a grandson who was starting college. (And wow, that could have been awkward.)

And then the bank ended up taking the house (and Daisy's yard) back. It looked like Acktion, Mrs. Acktion, Daisy, and their four housecats were going to be wintering under an overpass in a cardboard box.

That's when a few miracles happened. Trying to keep a long, dull story from being completely boring, if it isn't too late, through some financial assistance from some unlikely sources, the little pack washed up in a slum on the wrong side of the highway.

Any rate, it took awhile to get amenities like water, gas, and electricity going much less internet. Then, of course, there was cobbling together a computer (sort of) from the spare parts that actually survived the move.

At which point, the jackass couldn't remember how to speel his account name (since found obviously), much less his password. Or which email account he had used to set it up.

So, that's the last two years ... well, year and a half. And the grouchy old bastard is still sitting outside in his cheap plastic knockoff Adirondack chair watching the sunrise and sunset with Daisy only a little less happy since she can't go hauling ass wherever she wants but is confined by a leash to this bastard who will not move fast enough damn it and is losing her puppyish figure.

And even Magic, the twenty year old housecat, made the move just fine since there is actually CARPET (instead of hardwood floors) that is much easier on his swollen old joints.

So, yeah. If there is anyone who even remembers the old crank, don't worry about him. Heaven doesn't want him and hell is waiting for a management position to open up.

Um... or so I've heard.

Welcome back, buddy. We were worried about you. And congrats on your win. That's the way to make an entrance.

 

[SecondCircle]

Life drags us down sometimes.

I'm glad to hear it couldn't keep you down.

Some us may be madmen, but we have long and fond memories. Glad to see you're writing. Can't wait to see what else you can cook up.

 

[Ewobbit]

Thanks guys.

You know how it is. Shit happens. They only write stories about the people that do spectacular stuff despite it. Mine will never make a mini-series since I'm actually a bit more like herpes simplex. I just refuse to go away and can be a little embarrassing to talk to your friends about.

As for my win, truthfully, I am shocked as hell. That story is still about .30 higher than the short stuff I did as Acktion with double the votes and several tonnage more views. I truly didn't expect it to do even as well as that miscategorized mythology piece I did a couple of years ago and had moved on to other stuff.

I'm currently pecking away at two; "Two Dog Nights" and "A Favor". Your guess is as good as mine when they will hit air since I've restarted the first one nine times now and the second five after some helpful reviews of "Valentine Vengeance" over in the feedback thread. And I've already half promised to take another look at "Taming Jet" once those are done to see if I can get it finished out (finally).

Other than that, I'm just glad to be back and look forward to reestablishing myself as the long-winded, occasionally humorous, unmitigated ass up and down the AH and HT threads again.

Oh, and some of you will be glad to know that I've been put on coffee restrictions (freakin' white coated asses) and drink tea now and RARELY soda.

 

[NaokoSmith]

*HUG*s

So good to hear from you, glad you are back. So sorry for all you have been through, wish we had known and could've sent a little help at a time when you needed it.

And many congratulations on the win. Must read! Still remember that lovely story you wrote about after-shave, which started in the writing exercise threads.