Pinky of Pinky and the Brain

Pinky and the Brain

One is a genius, the other's insane.

The grammatical construction implies Pinky is the genius and The Brain is insane. If you watch the show, that's absolutely how it's played.

I've long identified with Pinky, the person actually getting stuff done while someone else takes credit and acts like Pinky is a useless retard.

Once, I gave Dan Tasman a piece of my mind publicly about his complaints about lack of monetization. It was an incredibly lengthy, detailed reply outlining all the many ways he was strangling monetization and how it was his fault the site made no money.

In reaction to my book length critique, he created an entire new sub forum about the future of Cyburbia and made it private (members only, not visible to the public) and forum changes followed. Nonetheless, I was still treated like an outsider who did nothing and was of no importance and etc.

I felt that was typical of my relationship to these various forums and this instance was so egregious, I basically threw in the towel after that. HE sees enough value in my comment to take substantial action based on it but to his mind I'm STILL a loser homemaker, not a professional planner, not someone who fits in, belongs, has any value whatsoever.

My ex-husband is a sexist pig of the "if a woman says it and my LIFE literally depends on it, I'm STILL not doing it" variety. He got chicken pox from our kids around the time he turned 32.

Adult onset chicken pox is ugly. I told him he should see a doctor immediately. He blew me off.

I called my college-educated sister who had a real career and a shelf full of medical books. She told him he should see a doctor immediately as you can die from adult onset chicken pox. 

He blew her off too, so I called a nurse's hotline associated with our insurance and a female medical professional urged him to go see a doctor immediately. He blew her off too.

I mentally went "FINE. We'll play it YOUR way." And I imagined he would see the light about his wife having a brain and in the future he would take me more seriously.

I watched his temperature climb eight tenths of a degree every day for five days until it was above 104 and on track to exceed 105 the following day. Above 105 and you can suffer permanent brain damage. When it hits 108, you can die because it becomes a positive feedback loop and the body can no longer cool itself.

So I told him "Get dressed. We are going to see a doctor." And he began to say he didn't wanna and I interrupted him and said "I'm not asking. I'm telling you. We are going to the doctor."

So we go see a male doctor who tells him "You should have come to see me immediately. I could have given you antivirals if you had shown up within 48 hours of onset of symptoms but there's little I can do at this point." 

And BUTTHEAD SAYS: "No one told me."

Note to self: If you have no penis, you are NO ONE to the man who gifted me the last name of Traylor, who is clearly a professional misogynist.

A few years later he retconned his month of misery and brush with death and told me he hadn't been THAT sick and wasn't ever in danger of dying. This was one of those "another nail in the coffin of my marriage" moments. 

I've never found the exact stats I want but a miniscule percentage of chicken pox cases are in adults. The vast majority of cases are children. My understanding is most deaths are in adults.

Looking back on everything, I think I kind of wanted to call this blog Confessions of a Forum Killer because I kind of enjoyed feeling like "Your forum kind of died because you assholes didn't appreciate or respect me. Serves you right."

They probably don't see it that way. Like my ex -- or Dan Tasman after creating an entire new private sub because of me and still acting like I was useless and of no importance to Cyburbia -- they probably don't think I ever did a goddamned thing for their project and feel like "Good riddance, bitch!"

In case it needs to be said: I don't have any desire to go back.