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Leaving on my rail adventure tomorrow. I'll check in as signal and wifi coverage allows. These trains go through a lot of bumfuck. I solemnly swear not to East Coast the fuck out of the Midwest, no matter how much they deserve it.

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Vent
« on: Yesterday at 05:57:01 pm »
Sounds like a spot of depression (the first bit).

And the second bit sucks.  I am sorry to hear that this is happening.

I'm going to also agree with Roger. It's not like there's been an abundance of sun in New England for months. Getting outside is a good idea. Keep it up, seriously.

I have to admit I like the Orange Line because the trackway through Forest Hills and JP is kinda cool. I don't care who lives in what part of the city it goes through.

I mean, at least it's not the Green Line.

My other Long Island Italian cousin got engaged. This is the fussy younger one of the fun one I always go and drink across Manhattan with. The one my grandmother really wanted me to set up with Richter for some reason.

This is going to be the funniest Big Fat Italian Wedding ever.

Well, she did want kids a few months ago. She still does but at this point would rather adopt. Which was not against either way. But I figured that she and I would reproduce at some point. She said we're both different people now with new priorities, and for her having children is not one of those priorities.

For the moment.

Granted. It's a good point, she may change her mind about it again. I guess it was just a bit of a shock to me.

It sounds to me like she's just trying to work out what she wants to do and where she wants to be. Totally normal. Just let her mull about, and I wouldn't let this bother you too much. You guys are still plenty young and healthy.

There's a wealth of options and alternatives, so don't feel like you've hit a dead end.

Rain for Chicago on Thursday and Monday. That city fucking hates me.

However, Kansas City looks to be a nice weekend until Sunday when there's a chance of severe weather, because no trip to the Midwest should be complete without a tornado.  :argh!:

Not at all, but c'est la vie. Assholes will be assholes.

He probably won't bother coming back to the thread. If he does, I'll be surprised.

Honestly, outside of political wingnuttery, Gary is the type of guy who will give you the shirt off his back, and he always brings me back substantial yardage of top quality Ukrainian linen without me asking, because he's just that kind of person. He's been a very good friend and USUALLY stays the fuck off my page when this stuff comes up. I know he's nervous about this though, and he has every right to be of course, I just wish he would chill the fuck out sometimes.  :|

Twid, there's always adoption. Genetics may not carry on, but if she is disinclined to give birth (I am the same way) and there comes a time that both of you do desire to have kids, there's still options. So although it may be a bummer right now, remember that things do change (please, do not force them to do so) and even if they don't, you're still doing the right thing by standing by the decision of the woman you love. Some men don't do that.

If you want to talk about this more sometime, shoot me a PM.

I'm going to freely keep buying Kotex, because no.

Evidently not feminist enough for the 21st Century

Air Force buddy of mine decided to drop in for a few days while he checks out the area before maybe transferring to Pease. There is drunk.

You work in an environment envisioned by Hunter Thompson, but none of you are on LSD.

They're on Tucson, they don't NEED LSD.

Hello, I am back.  I am feeling entirely too well to be at work, which is never a good sign.  Mike the engineer was trying to explain something about maximum temperatures for confined space entry, and I was trying to explain to him that I wrote the procedure.  This led Lilly to ask where I got my information because it's very inconvenient that we have to let things cool down for 96 hours, and a 150C shouldn't be TOO bad, if they laid cardboard down to crawl on.

Naturally, I refused.  Mike was getting more and more agitated.  People were getting information from people who weren't him.  He started making a low keening noise, like a starving dog....It make us all look at him in horror.  The poor bastard had reached crush depth, and it was only 7:45AM on a Monday.  He had blood in his nose, and his eyes were rolling around and around and around, trying to look at everyone at once.  Baby Engineer and I were trying to quietly make book on whether or not he was having a stroke, when he suddenly vomited all over the table, killing the PC projector, which shorted to death on his vomit without a single spark or pop.  It just quietly died.

Mike began screaming about how nobody respects his knowledge and his PE stamp, with blood streaming out of his nose and vomit caked on his chin and shirt.  Then he ran out the door and got into his truck, and roared out of the parking lot, howling all the way.

All of this made dealing with the residual brain flukes easier, let me tell you.  I was just a paranoid asshole with a headache.  Mike was doing a full-on nervous breakdown wobbler, old school.  It's made me like him a little.  Almost.

I thought you always liked Mike, it was the assistants you couldn't fucking stand.

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