I hate being late. Hate hate hate hate it.
(Edited to add title after thread split - TGRR)
(Edited to add that the new title isn't meant to reflect on this particular post - TGRR)
Late how? Late in that special way? In which case, agreed 100%. I also hate being late the non-pregnancy-threatening way though.
Unrelated: yesterday I actually had an argument with a classmate, who was unfortunately on my team for a project, about whether it was possible to design an ethical version of John Money's experiment that attempted to confirm his theory of gender neutrality. He was convinced that an ethical experiment was possible.
Yep. These people exist.
Also this guy seemed to have missed the definition of "experiment" despite the professor having JUST gone over it minutes before. In detail.
I really hate my classmates right now. My math team SUCKS ASS. Seriously. Not because they're bad at math, but because they're bad at teamwork.
Late in the "I'm hella late to class because other people are incapable of being on fucking TIME" way.
And that sucks, Nigel. D:
So, I got narrowly missed by a collapsing part of the tower we're working on, after a solid night of dreams concerning a very small Jeff (the psycho I fired a few weeks back, who has sworn revenge, bought a gun, and disappeared) biting at my ankles while I try to fix the air conditioner.
I've been late with damn near EVERYTHING, because my boss doesn't seem to think that there's any limit to what can be assigned to one person...So I just gave up and do shit when I feel like it. My crew approves, as they're feeling a little overworked, too. We're a jolly bunch, but don't leave us alone with your kids or old folks. Neither come out all that well after we work a bit of our mojo on 'em when you're not looking. Well, a few come out BETTER, but that's not how you bet.
I am attempting to teach myself crochet. I have been trying to make a decent foundation chain since 1pm. It's 6pm and they have all been too tight or too loose.
I am pissed off because I never met a craft that I couldn't master the basics of within a few hours. :(
The blanket I want to make is not going to be an easy project.
Holy shit. Let's not make the part of life that JUST happened happen again. Sleep. sleep forever. No wait, tat sleep will be interrupted by nightmares and pizza cravings, like the REAL life.
TDM is back for the time being.
Quote from: Pixie on October 04, 2012, 06:54:29 PM
I am attempting to teach myself crochet. I have been trying to make a decent foundation chain since 1pm. It's 6pm and they have all been too tight or too loose.
I am pissed off because I never met a craft that I couldn't master the basics of within a few hours. :(
The blanket I want to make is not going to be an easy project.
P3nTGF is a few pages ahead of you. She's made a scarf. Says it gets easier. I've been promised a beanie with a skull on it. Not expecting it anytime soon.
Sleep apnea confirmed for me.
Twid
musician by evening, fighter pilot by night
P3nt, we know all about the "scarf".
You perverts are so twisted, herd animals go very quiet when you approach. They know. THEY KNOW.
They don't fucking know. How could they know? The ones who have been through it either suppress the memory or chew their own heads off in despair. They're acting like that because they suspect something but none of them suspect THAT!
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on October 04, 2012, 07:10:54 PM
They don't fucking know. How could they know? The ones who have been through it either suppress the memory or chew their own heads off in despair. They're acting like that because they suspect something but none of them suspect THAT!
They know for the same reason that bears know to stand totally still when Nigel walks by. They don't know what it is EXACTLY that she does, but they know it's BAD.
I'd like to post some woe.
My guts are AFLAME. Seriously, I just ripped one that made every dog in the city start gnawing at their own flesh.
:lulz:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 04, 2012, 07:17:19 PM
I'd like to post some woe.
My guts are AFLAME. Seriously, I just ripped one that made every dog in the city start gnawing at their own flesh.
this I have been doing all week and is recently subsiding thank Eris. I think the lack of Dark Berry Mountain Dew and the withdrawals that come from it took their toll, or simply the fact I broke a caffeine addiction due to poorness and the headaches and gut pains that ensued are NOT worth it.
Wait. I wanted to post WOE, not "just another day in Roger's pance".
Quote from: The Dark Monk on October 04, 2012, 07:25:25 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 04, 2012, 07:17:19 PM
I'd like to post some woe.
My guts are AFLAME. Seriously, I just ripped one that made every dog in the city start gnawing at their own flesh.
this I have been doing all week and is recently subsiding thank Eris. I think the lack of Dark Berry Mountain Dew and the withdrawals that come from it took their toll, or simply the fact I broke a caffeine addiction due to poorness and the headaches and gut pains that ensued are NOT worth it.
Breaking a caffiene addiction is like giving up sex because it's habit-forming. I mean, both are fairly harmful when done properly, but you don't get any prizes for sliding into your grave in mint condition.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 04, 2012, 07:17:19 PM
I'd like to post some woe.
My guts are AFLAME. Seriously, I just ripped one that made every dog in the city start gnawing at their own flesh.
Snap! I woke up this AM farting napalm. I closed the door in my office, farted away merrily and delighted in the facial reactions of anyone who walked in. Kept me amused all day.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 04, 2012, 06:27:56 PM
So, I got narrowly missed by a collapsing part of the tower we're working on, after a solid night of dreams concerning a very small Jeff (the psycho I fired a few weeks back, who has sworn revenge, bought a gun, and disappeared) biting at my ankles while I try to fix the air conditioner.
I've been late with damn near EVERYTHING, because my boss doesn't seem to think that there's any limit to what can be assigned to one person...So I just gave up and do shit when I feel like it. My crew approves, as they're feeling a little overworked, too. We're a jolly bunch, but don't leave us alone with your kids or old folks. Neither come out all that well after we work a bit of our mojo on 'em when you're not looking. Well, a few come out BETTER, but that's not how you bet.
D: I'm glad you're not dead! I would never have had the chance to say thank you for suggesting I put you guys and "personal chef" on my resume, because then I wouldn't have gotten a call from a temp agency saying they're working out a contract with a restaurant for line cooks!
Dude said when it gets worked out, he's going to call me first. 8)
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on October 04, 2012, 07:58:44 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 04, 2012, 07:17:19 PM
I'd like to post some woe.
My guts are AFLAME. Seriously, I just ripped one that made every dog in the city start gnawing at their own flesh.
Snap! I woke up this AM farting napalm. I closed the door in my office, farted away merrily and delighted in the facial reactions of anyone who walked in. Kept me amused all day.
Hitler farted out of his mouth, apparently. This link (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/10/01/kristallnacht-hitler-secret_n_1930928.html) says his breath was so bad, you couldn't even be in the same room with the fucker without standing by a window.
Man fuck people from my hometown that joined the Army out of HS, were poor and now say "fuck the poor"
Why dont you support the troops aj? Do you hate america?
Quote from: American Jackal on October 04, 2012, 09:38:59 PM
Man fuck people from my hometown that joined the Army out of HS, were poor and now say "fuck the poor"
They're STILL poor. They just have delusions of grandeur brought on by barely-livable conditions.
Quote from: American Jackal on October 04, 2012, 09:38:59 PM
Man fuck people from my hometown that joined the Army out of HS, were poor and now say "fuck the poor"
That little asshat dude in the school thread? :lulz:
Dragging ass. One more hour of work. Band practice. No bass. Villagers mystery thing is acting up again.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 04, 2012, 09:53:55 PM
Quote from: American Jackal on October 04, 2012, 09:38:59 PM
Man fuck people from my hometown that joined the Army out of HS, were poor and now say "fuck the poor"
That little asshat dude in the school thread? :lulz:
I remember when that asshat was in elementary school. Dude lived two streets away. At the edge of the fucking desert.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 04, 2012, 09:53:30 PM
Quote from: American Jackal on October 04, 2012, 09:38:59 PM
Man fuck people from my hometown that joined the Army out of HS, were poor and now say "fuck the poor"
They're STILL poor. They just have delusions of grandeur brought on by barely-livable conditions.
Also, this. Dude is an Army Recruiter now. :horrormirth:
First confiscated alcohol of the year: half a bottle of chilled Russian Standard vodka.
Now chilling in my freezer, in anticipation of my next day off. I still have a load of Chivas Regal and Jack Daniels from last year, too.
Thats awesome cain!
Yeah. It would be better if my next day off wasn't until Wednesday. I suppose I could be slightly tipsy while on duty and that wouldn't be a problem, but nothing more.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 04, 2012, 06:27:56 PM
So, I got narrowly missed by a collapsing part of the tower we're working on, after a solid night of dreams concerning a very small Jeff (the psycho I fired a few weeks back, who has sworn revenge, bought a gun, and disappeared) biting at my ankles while I try to fix the air conditioner.
I've been late with damn near EVERYTHING, because my boss doesn't seem to think that there's any limit to what can be assigned to one person...So I just gave up and do shit when I feel like it. My crew approves, as they're feeling a little overworked, too. We're a jolly bunch, but don't leave us alone with your kids or old folks. Neither come out all that well after we work a bit of our mojo on 'em when you're not looking. Well, a few come out BETTER, but that's not how you bet.
Jesus. :aaa:
I missed that. Glad you're okay! Is the tower just old or what?
Quote from: Cain on October 04, 2012, 10:53:32 PM
Yeah. It would be better if my next day off wasn't until Wednesday. I suppose I could be slightly tipsy while on duty and that wouldn't be a problem, but nothing more.
Tipsy is fun and makes it much easier not to remember the mundane, teeth-grinding parts of an evening/day/etc., yes?
Terribad instructor is terribad. I'm thinking she missed the "don't put too many words on a slide" bit of How to Do a Powerpoint.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 04, 2012, 07:12:12 PM
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on October 04, 2012, 07:10:54 PM
They don't fucking know. How could they know? The ones who have been through it either suppress the memory or chew their own heads off in despair. They're acting like that because they suspect something but none of them suspect THAT!
They know for the same reason that bears know to stand totally still when Nigel walks by. They don't know what it is EXACTLY that she does, but they know it's BAD.
:lulz:
Forty five minutes left of class. I'm so ready for today to be over. Fucking kill me.
Move to boston. Not only would you get to hang out with lmno and myself and see evidence of the earths axial tilt but youd also be done with that for the day by now.
Also if you give me areason ill come up with a reason to move to boston. Just ask phox.
Speaking of which- pixie payne pent cain and faust- you could sleep 5 hours later if you moved here.
You have actual weather, though.
Yeah, the forcasters say this winter is gonna suck.
incidentally, i'm posting this from the studio. We're laying down guitar tracks. Yippie!
I like weather. If it was the same shit all the time id get bored of it.
Twid
standing in the mist
lmno- cool shit. I like the new songs i heard at the last gig. Are you at galaxy again?
We get blazing hot, chilly/slightly damp, and murderfog (which coincides with chilly/damp). That's almost totally it. I would die in your winter.
Only the first one and boston does a decent job of cleaning that up quick. Then youd get into the phase of bitching about the weather all the time regardless of what it is like a good new englander would.
Twid
really hates summer due to humidity and brightness. Autumn suits me best.
Yup. Galaxy. He's got a new studio, and it's totally AWESOME. It sounds huge.
Lol he told me. Ran into him outside the rosebud. No more crackheads outside.
God, what a day!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 04, 2012, 09:15:29 PM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on October 04, 2012, 08:11:00 PM
D: I'm glad you're not dead!
I am functionally immortal.
I'm glad you're not dead, though it'll be creepy if you're still functionally immortal in like 200 years, as I assume you're ageing and all.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 04, 2012, 11:01:28 PM
Quote from: Cain on October 04, 2012, 10:53:32 PM
Yeah. It would be better if my next day off wasn't until Wednesday. I suppose I could be slightly tipsy while on duty and that wouldn't be a problem, but nothing more.
Tipsy is fun and makes it much easier not to remember the mundane, teeth-grinding parts of an evening/day/etc., yes?
This is true. It's all about timing though. Timing it so I'm not having it before I might have to deal with students, but not so late it's going to affect getting to sleep and so getting up early the next day.
My shifts are, quite frankly, bizzare. From Sunday to Tuesday I'll be doing 13 hour shifts as well, so I'll likely appreciate it more by Tueday night when I clock off.
Quote from: Signora Paesior on October 05, 2012, 07:33:29 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 04, 2012, 09:15:29 PM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on October 04, 2012, 08:11:00 PM
D: I'm glad you're not dead!
I am functionally immortal.
I'm glad you're not dead, though it'll be creepy if you're still functionally immortal in like 200 years, as I assume you're ageing and all.
I'm like that Greek myth about the cricket. Only it won't be a cricket I turn into. No.
You're our own St Gulik, you are.
Yea, verily.
Had a very sad dream where I kept trying to get a career job and it was terrifying and the people I love said my efforts and I myself weren't good enough for anything and I got the impression they wanted to wash their hands of me, but I kept trying anyway because I wanted them to love me back.
Shitty dream, glad I'm awake now.
Ugh, that sounds awful, Freeky. :(
I had a hell of a day yesterday. I took an assessment with a long drive and the kid I was working with endorsed for suicide, so I had all the stuff to do that you have to do when that happens. So between the long drive and the kid I didn't get home until almost eight to my own hungry kiddos, fed myself and them and crashed. Did not do homework. Did not complete math assignment that is due today. Today I have more paperwork to fill out, an email to send to the caseworker, and a doctor appointment. Somehow I will finish math assignment and turn it in by five.
Good luck Nigel.
A stressed Nigel is a clear sign of impending doom. Make your time.
How's the gaping hole in your stomach these days?
^^^^That.
Brought just my kindle today in hopes I would be less distracted than with my laptop. Not sure that's going to happen.
So I wanted a couple of grand for a couple of kayaks. I phoned the bank and offered to give them 400-odd bucks to pay it back at a lousy 100quid a month over two years. This is the same bank I get my salary paid into, so they know I can afford it but they run a credit score anyway and, since I never run anything on credit, I don't have one. "Computer says no". Wouldn't have minded but they kept me on the line for two fucking hours.
Plan-B I'll grab an interest free loan on monday. Just thought I'd help them out, given the state of the economy and the fact that I just fleeced them for 5 large in PPI. No wonder there's a banking crisis - stupid fucks are turning down offers of free money :lulz:
I don't understand the math. I just can't see it in my head. This is freaking me out. I can always see EVERYTHING in my head, and this time it's not working. Maybe my head broke. :(
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 05, 2012, 08:09:23 PM
I don't understand the math. I just can't see it in my head. This is freaking me out. I can always see EVERYTHING in my head, and this time it's not working. Maybe my head broke. :(
Take 30 minutes. I know you don't HAVE 30 minutes, but if you're not making progress, you may as well. Go out back, have a tea and a smoke.
Then come back in and do your math.
So villagers dr finally called back. Not cancer which is a good thing. But its also not the other things he said it could be. Shes getting sent to a specialist.
Twid and villager
guest starring on house apparently
So, it's Lupus?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 05, 2012, 08:10:38 PM
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 05, 2012, 08:09:23 PM
I don't understand the math. I just can't see it in my head. This is freaking me out. I can always see EVERYTHING in my head, and this time it's not working. Maybe my head broke. :(
Take 30 minutes. I know you don't HAVE 30 minutes, but if you're not making progress, you may as well. Go out back, have a tea and a smoke.
Then come back in and do your math.
I just had lunch and fucked off here for half an hour. What I probably have to do is go back to the learning center and talk to a tutor.
I don't understand how to interpret f(-x)= SQRTx in terms of graphing.
Its always lupus
JESUS FUCK
I THINK I AM BEING HELD UP BY A FUCKING TYPO.
We just killed the main power bus to the plant.
We isolated EVERYTHING first. Well, almost. We forgot the alarm system.
Now my office sounds like R2D2 on crack. This is making me a happy Roger.
Any way you can record that and turn it into a ringtone?
Losing server in 60 seconds.
See you tards later on.
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It's not a typo and I still don't get it. I think my brain is broken. Off to the learning center.
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 05, 2012, 09:16:36 PM
It's not a typo and I still don't get it. I think my brain is broken. Off to the learning center.
If x is 1 then find the square root of -1, which isn't real.
If x is -1 then find the square root of 1.
Does that help?
Quote from: American Jackal on October 05, 2012, 09:26:01 PM
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 05, 2012, 09:16:36 PM
It's not a typo and I still don't get it. I think my brain is broken. Off to the learning center.
If x is 1 then find the square root of -1, which isn't real.
If x is -1 then find the square root of 1.
Does that help?
Nope. I left out a whole bunch of context though.
It turns out my brain isn't broke, it's just material we haven't covered yet. :crankey: Why would she DO this to us? Apparently everyone in the class has been in the LC today, trying to figure this out.
Also, it's a math WRITING assignment. Now I have to write it up and turn it in before I go to my Dr. appt before I go to the office to turn in the incident report paperwork from last night.
THANKS A LOT, OBAMA.
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 05, 2012, 10:16:11 PM
Quote from: American Jackal on October 05, 2012, 09:26:01 PM
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 05, 2012, 09:16:36 PM
It's not a typo and I still don't get it. I think my brain is broken. Off to the learning center.
If x is 1 then find the square root of -1, which isn't real.
If x is -1 then find the square root of 1.
Does that help?
Nope. I left out a whole bunch of context though.
It turns out my brain isn't broke, it's just material we haven't covered yet. :crankey: Why would she DO this to us? Apparently everyone in the class has been in the LC today, trying to figure this out.
Also, it's a math WRITING assignment. Now I have to write it up and turn it in before I go to my Dr. appt before I go to the office to turn in the incident report paperwork from last night.
THANKS A LOT, OBAMA.
GOD DAMN LIBRUL AGENDA LETTING POOR PEOPLE GET AN EDUCATION!!!!!!!!!!!!
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
I'm now convinced my older dog (http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php/topic,33106.msg1202740.html#msg1202740) is in fact half spider. We came home today and he came out to greet us on the driveway, which he oughtn't be able to do.
He apparently crawled through this:
(https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/481038_10151748328646515_687489432_n.jpg)
That's, oh, five inches by seven inches at its largest points. He's quite a bit bigger than that, even without all the hair.
I DEMAND MORE ROGER.
This place is not Rogerian enough without him around, and I don't tolerate slackers.
Well, some of them I do. I'm kinda British and Canadian that way.
Still it's jolly fucking indecent for his work to be without electricity. Not only is he not here, but his Electro Slaving Collar will not function properly and he will rampage. Remember Saratoga Springs people.
Quote from: American Jackal on October 05, 2012, 10:21:32 PM
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 05, 2012, 10:16:11 PM
Quote from: American Jackal on October 05, 2012, 09:26:01 PM
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 05, 2012, 09:16:36 PM
It's not a typo and I still don't get it. I think my brain is broken. Off to the learning center.
If x is 1 then find the square root of -1, which isn't real.
If x is -1 then find the square root of 1.
Does that help?
Nope. I left out a whole bunch of context though.
It turns out my brain isn't broke, it's just material we haven't covered yet. :crankey: Why would she DO this to us? Apparently everyone in the class has been in the LC today, trying to figure this out.
Also, it's a math WRITING assignment. Now I have to write it up and turn it in before I go to my Dr. appt before I go to the office to turn in the incident report paperwork from last night.
THANKS A LOT, OBAMA.
GOD DAMN LIBRUL AGENDA LETTING POOR PEOPLE GET AN EDUCATION!!!!!!!!!!!!
I decided that for the purpose of my conjecture, x=x^3. It still doesn't help AT ALL with the SQRTx thing, but fuck it.
Now I'm going to OHSU to get examined and told that the gaping gash in my belly is just fine, and then to the office to file my incident report. I'm tired.
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 05, 2012, 10:16:11 PM
Quote from: American Jackal on October 05, 2012, 09:26:01 PM
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 05, 2012, 09:16:36 PM
It's not a typo and I still don't get it. I think my brain is broken. Off to the learning center.
If x is 1 then find the square root of -1, which isn't real.
If x is -1 then find the square root of 1.
Does that help?
Nope. I left out a whole bunch of context though.
It turns out my brain isn't broke, it's just material we haven't covered yet. :crankey: Why would she DO this to us? Apparently everyone in the class has been in the LC today, trying to figure this out.
Also, it's a math WRITING assignment. Now I have to write it up and turn it in before I go to my Dr. appt before I go to the office to turn in the incident report paperwork from last night.
THANKS A LOT, OBAMA.
A friend of mine with a degree once told me that college isn't really about education.
It's about how much shit you're willing to go through to
get the degree.
I'm starting to believe that. :x
I'm going to sound crazy, but I think you have a shitty teacher.
I forgot to post: It's Friday.
TO THE GAY BAR!
LMNO
-at the gay bar.
Quote from: American Jackal on October 06, 2012, 01:56:43 AM
I'm going to sound crazy, but I think you have a shitty teacher.
I have had that idea, but I don't think she is. I think she may just have a teaching style so radically different from what I'm used to that I don''t understand it at all. I THINK (and this is just a conjecture) that she teaches math like other teachers teach art; I think she is trying to get us to just FUCK WITH IT and throw things at the wall to see if they stick. This just happens to be at odds with all my former experiences with math teachers, who just want you to follow the rules and get it right.
Unfortunately, one of the things I love about math, after years of art, is that I can just follow the rules and get it right.
So I suspect that I have some learning to do, with this chick.
I stopped at the office on the way home from the hospital
at the hospital they forgot to give me a soaky-thing to soak up the blood
I was at the office for so long that now the hem of my T-shirt is soaked in blood
Maybe I should go go a bar, see how that goes.
I had to make so many phone calls tonight. The irony of it is that in between phone calls I was frantically texting my kids, where the fuck are you is everything ok, yeah, your mom is busy NOT TAKING CARE OF YOU while she files incident reports on a suicidal pre-teen whose mom was inexplicably unable to care for him.
Meanwhile, the doctors on the hill say they have this new cream that could cut my healing in half, while I leak blood and serum out of a 4 cm open wound with another 6 cm behind it
Something is wrong with EVERYTHING.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 06, 2012, 04:19:10 AM
I forgot to post: It's Friday.
TO THE GAY BAR!
I tend to post "Friday Time" "FRIDAY TIME" or "THANK FUCKING GOD FRIDAY TIME" to my Facebook status.
If you like we can have a weekly race to post our respective things here in Open Bar.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 06, 2012, 05:30:47 AM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 06, 2012, 04:19:10 AM
I forgot to post: It's Friday.
TO THE GAY BAR!
I tend to post "Friday Time" "FRIDAY TIME" or "THANK FUCKING GOD FRIDAY TIME" to my Facebook status.
If you like we can have a weekly race to post our respective things here in Open Bar.
"Thursday Time" is the ambivalent realization that I got paid, I have band practice, and I have one more work day left.
It's Saturday morning.
TO THE BED IN WHICH I SHALL ENDEAVOR TO SLEEP ALL DAY!
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 06, 2012, 05:04:19 AM
Quote from: American Jackal on October 06, 2012, 01:56:43 AM
I'm going to sound crazy, but I think you have a shitty teacher.
I have had that idea, but I don't think she is. I think she may just have a teaching style so radically different from what I'm used to that I don''t understand it at all. I THINK (and this is just a conjecture) that she teaches math like other teachers teach art; I think she is trying to get us to just FUCK WITH IT and throw things at the wall to see if they stick. This just happens to be at odds with all my former experiences with math teachers, who just want you to follow the rules and get it right.
Unfortunately, one of the things I love about math, after years of art, is that I can just follow the rules and get it right.
So I suspect that I have some learning to do, with this chick.
I totally hear you, but I suspect that if this teacher truly sees math as art, she has the right of it, and is a rare and special snowflake in that. Are you familiar with Lockhart's Lament? (http://www.maa.org/devlin/devlin_03_08.html)
IIRC, the gist of it is that teaching math as "just following the rules" is as silly as it would be to do the same with art, except that with math it's the norm. As a mathematician, Lockhart sees math as the purest form of art (because it is as abstract as humanly possible, meaning everything is potentially possible.) But it's been a few years since I read it, so I'm probably remembering it kinda wrong.
Quote from: VERBL on October 06, 2012, 02:05:00 PM
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 06, 2012, 05:04:19 AM
Quote from: American Jackal on October 06, 2012, 01:56:43 AM
I'm going to sound crazy, but I think you have a shitty teacher.
I have had that idea, but I don't think she is. I think she may just have a teaching style so radically different from what I'm used to that I don''t understand it at all. I THINK (and this is just a conjecture) that she teaches math like other teachers teach art; I think she is trying to get us to just FUCK WITH IT and throw things at the wall to see if they stick. This just happens to be at odds with all my former experiences with math teachers, who just want you to follow the rules and get it right.
Unfortunately, one of the things I love about math, after years of art, is that I can just follow the rules and get it right.
So I suspect that I have some learning to do, with this chick.
I totally hear you, but I suspect that if this teacher truly sees math as art, she has the right of it, and is a rare and special snowflake in that. Are you familiar with Lockhart's Lament? (http://www.maa.org/devlin/devlin_03_08.html)
IIRC, the gist of it is that teaching math as "just following the rules" is as silly as it would be to do the same with art, except that with math it's the norm. As a mathematician, Lockhart sees math as the purest form of art (because it is as abstract as humanly possible, meaning everything is potentially possible.) But it's been a few years since I read it, so I'm probably remembering it kinda wrong.
That was a very interesting essay, and he makes a number of good points. What he, unfortunately, fails to recognize is that what he finds interesting and fun is pretty much exactly what I find boring and dry. He makes the very typical mistake of assuming that all people enjoy learning in the same ways he enjoys learning (false consensus) and, sadly, proceeds to spend some time more or less bashing scientists for their scientific curiosity, as if science and art are opposites. They are not opposite, and the artistic mind, which asks "can I create?" is often the same as the scientific mind, which asks "what can I do with this creation?"
The rivalry between mathematicians and scientists seems to be old and possibly permanent. Mathematicians seem to view scientists as hopelessly pragmatic; a mathematician says "Squeeeee! I made a pretty thing with numbers!" and a scientist looks and says "Squeeeee! Look what I can DO with it!"
The "Art vs. Science" categories he seems to want to divide things into are simply invalid. I've been an artist for roughly my entire life, and a career artist for nearly ten years. I started training in the art I'm most skilled at about 21 years ago. In order to get as good as I am, I had to learn a phenomenal amount of chemistry and physics, but I learned them primarily not in words, but visually and through touch. Where I agree with him is that while children need to learn the "boring" facts and formulas, the best way for them to learn that is through play. It's through play that you can "see" the math in your head... well, that might be false consensus again. It's through play that I can see it in mine. Knowing the science allows you to express it as art.
Take his example of the triangle; he is glum that it is reduced to just a formula. Honestly, on their own, neither the nifty visualization nor the formula do much for me. It's not until the two are combined that they become exciting - when I can visualize WHY the area is 1/2 base times height, because that unlocks things I can actually do with it. Lockhart, like many mathematicians I have met, seems to be under the impression that if only people understood why math is fun for mathematicians, everyone would find math fun. I like math. I find it fun. But I find it fun mostly, if not entirely, because it helps me interpret the world around me.
I am sure that Lockhart is right about the way we teach math, and the way we SHOULD teach math. I'm sure we would have more mathematicians if we taught it better. But for many of us, doing math games and puzzles and explorations all day is almost exactly as fun as being plunked into a room full of musical instruments for eight hours, which is to say, not fun at all.
Also, I find mathematicians fixation on "purity" pretty weird. :lulz: It comes up a lot. Have you noticed?
I guess I should also confess that, other than the one ill-fated (don't ask) semester in Junior High on the island, I didn't have any schooling after 3rd grade and took my first math class in college, so I wasn't exposed to any of the boring whatever it is that kids get.
Frankly, I think kids should learn to count and do basic math in kindergarten, and then math should be an elective until senior year. The fact that I was raised in the woods by wild badgers and nonetheless was able to learn the entirely of high school math in three terms really drives home how absurd it is that we for some reason spend years teaching children things that they could learn in weeks, and probably far more easily than my aging and occasionally damaged brain did.
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 06, 2012, 05:11:26 AM
I had to make so many phone calls tonight. The irony of it is that in between phone calls I was frantically texting my kids, where the fuck are you is everything ok, yeah, your mom is busy NOT TAKING CARE OF YOU while she files incident reports on a suicidal pre-teen whose mom was inexplicably unable to care for him.
Meanwhile, the doctors on the hill say they have this new cream that could cut my healing in half, while I leak blood and serum out of a 4 cm open wound with another 6 cm behind it
Something is wrong with EVERYTHING.
I feel a horror story building. Whether I like it or not.
I hope things shape up.
TGRR,
Off to get the bullet hole in his car fixed.
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 06, 2012, 03:51:33 PM
I guess I should also confess that, other than the one ill-fated (don't ask) semester in Junior High on the island, I didn't have any schooling after 3rd grade and took my first math class in college, so I wasn't exposed to any of the boring whatever it is that kids get.
Frankly, I think kids should learn to count and do basic math in kindergarten, and then math should be an elective until senior year. The fact that I was raised in the woods by wild badgers and nonetheless was able to learn the entirely of high school math in three terms really drives home how absurd it is that we for some reason spend years teaching children things that they could learn in weeks, and probably far more easily than my aging and occasionally damaged brain did.
Might make peple not hate math if it weren't crammed down their gullets for 3 years in highschool, BUT WHAT WOULD WE DO WITH ALL THE TIME!!!!!!!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 06, 2012, 07:04:13 PM
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 06, 2012, 05:11:26 AM
I had to make so many phone calls tonight. The irony of it is that in between phone calls I was frantically texting my kids, where the fuck are you is everything ok, yeah, your mom is busy NOT TAKING CARE OF YOU while she files incident reports on a suicidal pre-teen whose mom was inexplicably unable to care for him.
Meanwhile, the doctors on the hill say they have this new cream that could cut my healing in half, while I leak blood and serum out of a 4 cm open wound with another 6 cm behind it
Something is wrong with EVERYTHING.
I feel a horror story building. Whether I like it or not.
I hope things shape up.
TGRR,
Off to get the bullet hole in his car fixed.
!!! D: Jeff showed up?
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on October 06, 2012, 08:27:49 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 06, 2012, 07:04:13 PM
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 06, 2012, 05:11:26 AM
I had to make so many phone calls tonight. The irony of it is that in between phone calls I was frantically texting my kids, where the fuck are you is everything ok, yeah, your mom is busy NOT TAKING CARE OF YOU while she files incident reports on a suicidal pre-teen whose mom was inexplicably unable to care for him.
Meanwhile, the doctors on the hill say they have this new cream that could cut my healing in half, while I leak blood and serum out of a 4 cm open wound with another 6 cm behind it
Something is wrong with EVERYTHING.
I feel a horror story building. Whether I like it or not.
I hope things shape up.
TGRR,
Off to get the bullet hole in his car fixed.
!!! D: Jeff showed up?
I don't think so. If he did, he's the most incompetent vengeful assassin EVER.
That would be the second best possibility, I think.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 06, 2012, 07:04:13 PM
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 06, 2012, 05:11:26 AM
I had to make so many phone calls tonight. The irony of it is that in between phone calls I was frantically texting my kids, where the fuck are you is everything ok, yeah, your mom is busy NOT TAKING CARE OF YOU while she files incident reports on a suicidal pre-teen whose mom was inexplicably unable to care for him.
Meanwhile, the doctors on the hill say they have this new cream that could cut my healing in half, while I leak blood and serum out of a 4 cm open wound with another 6 cm behind it
Something is wrong with EVERYTHING.
I feel a horror story building. Whether I like it or not.
I hope things shape up.
TGRR,
Off to get the bullet hole in his car fixed.
Good
Maybe this will be helpful; the pharmacy has no idea what the hell this cream is that they gave me a prescription for. It's not in their system.
Urgh, it's not even 8am and I've got to look for a missing student. What a lovely start to a Sunday morning.
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 06, 2012, 03:34:29 PM
[...] He makes the very typical mistake of assuming that all people enjoy learning in the same ways he enjoys learning (false consensus) and, sadly, proceeds to spend some time more or less bashing scientists for their scientific curiosity, as if science and art are opposites. They are not opposite, and the artistic mind, which asks "can I create?" is often the same as the scientific mind, which asks "what can I do with this creation?"[...]
Yeah, didn't remember he did that. The more time I've spent in science, the more it's become clear to me that it, too, is a form of art, or at least has be treated as such to flourish. So thanks, I probably won't be recommending the Lament again. :)
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 06, 2012, 08:41:07 PM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on October 06, 2012, 08:27:49 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 06, 2012, 07:04:13 PM
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 06, 2012, 05:11:26 AM
I had to make so many phone calls tonight. The irony of it is that in between phone calls I was frantically texting my kids, where the fuck are you is everything ok, yeah, your mom is busy NOT TAKING CARE OF YOU while she files incident reports on a suicidal pre-teen whose mom was inexplicably unable to care for him.
Meanwhile, the doctors on the hill say they have this new cream that could cut my healing in half, while I leak blood and serum out of a 4 cm open wound with another 6 cm behind it
Something is wrong with EVERYTHING.
I feel a horror story building. Whether I like it or not.
I hope things shape up.
TGRR,
Off to get the bullet hole in his car fixed.
!!! D: Jeff showed up?
I don't think so. If he did, he's the most incompetent vengeful assassin EVER.
Tuscon. :eek:
Quote from: VERBL on October 07, 2012, 10:55:05 AM
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 06, 2012, 03:34:29 PM
[...] He makes the very typical mistake of assuming that all people enjoy learning in the same ways he enjoys learning (false consensus) and, sadly, proceeds to spend some time more or less bashing scientists for their scientific curiosity, as if science and art are opposites. They are not opposite, and the artistic mind, which asks "can I create?" is often the same as the scientific mind, which asks "what can I do with this creation?"[...]
Yeah, didn't remember he did that. The more time I've spent in science, the more it's become clear to me that it, too, is a form of art, or at least has be treated as such to flourish. So thanks, I probably won't be recommending the Lament again. :)
It's really a shame that he devotes so much time to that particular bias of his, because it detracts from what I think is a very valid point about how math is taught to children. For the most part, I agree completely that, rather than memorizing numbers and formulas, they should probably just play games until they're old enough that they're getting into things where they might want to DO STUFF with math.
The older I get, the earlier I want to go to bed, and the earlier I wake up. I'm turning into Grandpa. :argh!:
Quote from: Cain on October 07, 2012, 07:50:39 AM
Urgh, it's not even 8am and I've got to look for a missing student. What a lovely start to a Sunday morning.
Missing as in "X couldn't be arsed to go to class" or missing as in, "Holy shit, X hasn't been seen or heard from in ages"?
Missing as in "went out late last night, didn't sign back in, wasn't in her room this morning". We have a lovely tradition here where students who forget to sign in after being allowed out late/overnight get woken up at the crack of dawn and made to do so. It's normally a mistake they only make once, due to the whole "someone is banging heavily on my door and I've only had three hours of sleep and I'm hungover" aspect of it.
In this case, she found a way around that by not being there at all. She turned up, though.
Quote from: Cain on October 07, 2012, 04:51:27 PM
Missing as in "went out late last night, didn't sign back in, wasn't in her room this morning". We have a lovely tradition here where students who forget to sign in after being allowed out late/overnight get woken up at the crack of dawn and made to do so. It's normally a mistake they only make once, due to the whole "someone is banging heavily on my door and I've only had three hours of sleep and I'm hungover" aspect of it.
In this case, she found a way around that by not being there at all. She turned up, though.
I'm glad the brat isn't dead or abducted or something.
I suppose. At least not on your watch.
Quote from: Cain on October 07, 2012, 04:51:27 PM
Missing as in "went out late last night, didn't sign back in, wasn't in her room this morning". We have a lovely tradition here where students who forget to sign in after being allowed out late/overnight get woken up at the crack of dawn and made to do so. It's normally a mistake they only make once, due to the whole "someone is banging heavily on my door and I've only had three hours of sleep and I'm hungover" aspect of it.
In this case, she found a way around that by not being there at all. She turned up, though.
So how big a pile of shit does she wind up under for not coming home?
Given a formal warning, which is sent to her parents and tutor, reduced curfew next weekend.
And at least I didn't have to trawl around the police stations to try and find her. As I discovered with our first disappearance, London has two different police systems - the Metropolian Police, aka "The Biggest Gang in London", aka "Rupert Murdoch's paid lapdogs". And then there are the actual local police stations.
If someone is caught by the Met, good job. Assuming they weren't shot, beaten, fed their own drugs until they had a heart attack or sold to a reporter for 50 pence and a lapdance from a Page 3 girl, you can find them regardless of what station they are at, because the system is centralized.
If they're not...you're fucked. The local system isn't centralized anywhere, so you have to ring each individual station. Sometimes, if they're feeling generous, they'll ring around other stations in the Borough for you. But don't bet on it.
Anyway, Thursday night aside, I'm not doing any check-ins until....11 days from now. So I can officially stop caring.
I'm procrastinating doing my homework SO HARD right now.
Since my neighborhoor goes guido apeshit for Columbus Day I am in self imposed exile for a few. Going back late tonigt, when i will hopefully be able to park at my own lot.
I have spent the time visiting family, dodging drama, and brewing pulque.
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 07, 2012, 08:24:10 PM
I'm procrastinating doing my homework SO HARD right now.
Ditto. D: I need to stop.
Also, ugh, it's officially fall here. It's 82* right now, the high for this week is supposed to be 79*F, and it may rain on Wednesday/Thursday. I'm going to miss the +95* weather.
Hi. i'm dead.
Or, I wish I was.
:( What's up?
Have to take my parrot Jake to the vet tomorrow.
Seizures. :sad:
after doing my homework, it appears to be a common issue with congo greys and can be remedied fairly handily.
very disconcerting to see your parrot have a seizure, though...
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 07, 2012, 03:21:45 PM
The older I get, the earlier I want to go to bed, and the earlier I wake up. I'm turning into Grandpa. :argh!:
I'm just hitting that stage of young adulthood where I'd be happy to stay up until the crack of dawn (and have, and do, on a weekly basis).
But then there are the days where I have nothing to do, so I decide to go to bed early. And then I still have nothing to do, so I go back to bed. And then I go to bed pretty late after that. And then I play on computer games for about two hours. Then I go back to bed.
I'm tired. I think I'll go lie down and watch a movie, and maybe go to sleep.
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on October 08, 2012, 12:55:41 AM
Have to take my parrot Jake to the vet tomorrow.
Seizures. :sad:
after doing my homework, it appears to be a common issue with congo greys and can be remedied fairly handily.
very disconcerting to see your parrot have a seizure, though...
That sucks! :(
I've been trying not to talk about my sex life because, frankly, it's disgusting, but I'm seriously considering writing some invalid porn. Why, I don't know. Maybe as my own personal follow up to TGRR's "Old people sex" exposition.
You get old and floppy, and they take some of your organs, revise others, and leave holes in your body where your body didn't have holes before. You think this stops us from having sex? Oh, no. You just WISH it would.
Columbus Day means empty office. Time to go play interior decorator again.
I am returning to Utah this morning for another fun-filled 3-day Mormon safari. I am not all that pleased. Next time i have to be out of town for almost 2 weeks, they better send me to set up a new office in the Bahamas. Or Kabul, for that matter. Anywhere other than Salt Lake City.
Spoiler alert: the next location in line is actually in Mississippi. Oh good.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 08, 2012, 12:38:13 AM
:( What's up?
Completely exhausted, is all.
Slept 14 hours last night, still exhausted.
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on October 08, 2012, 03:38:09 AM
Quote from: Waffles, The Iron on October 08, 2012, 12:31:31 AM
Hi. i'm dead.
Thank ye. :)
Welcome to the fold, Waffles.
I've only slept 14 hours a couple of times in my life, I think. One of those times would most likely be influenza induced - although strictly speaking I dont think hallucinations count as "sleep".
And the other time was when I spent four days without sleep writing my magnus opus on Al-Qaeda at University. I'd lived on black coffee, red bull and pro-plus for all of those four days, but by the end I was running out of money, stamina and willpower, so I handed in what I had, then collapsed into bed at...I'm not even sure what time it was, and woke up about 14 hours later, very confused, dehydrated and aching all over. I think it took me another two days to get back to normal.
Quote from: Cain on October 08, 2012, 02:53:15 PM
I've only slept 14 hours a couple of times in my life, I think. One of those times would most likely be influenza induced - although strictly speaking I dont think hallucinations count as "sleep".
And the other time was when I spent four days without sleep writing my magnus opus on Al-Qaeda at University. I'd lived on black coffee, red bull and pro-plus for all of those four days, but by the end I was running out of money, stamina and willpower, so I handed in what I had, then collapsed into bed at...I'm not even sure what time it was, and woke up about 14 hours later, very confused, dehydrated and aching all over. I think it took me another two days to get back to normal.
I think the hallucinations 'the trailer' that precedes going nuts and dying.
BORED BORED BORED.
I just wrote a whole bunch of scripture in the doo bee doo bee doo thread, mostly having to do with ECH's foul emissions.
For this, I will probably be killed, and it's YOUR FAULT for letting me get THAT BORED.
Right, then, I guess I'll just go make Mike the Engineer lose his shit for a while.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 06, 2012, 07:04:13 PM
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 06, 2012, 05:11:26 AM
I had to make so many phone calls tonight. The irony of it is that in between phone calls I was frantically texting my kids, where the fuck are you is everything ok, yeah, your mom is busy NOT TAKING CARE OF YOU while she files incident reports on a suicidal pre-teen whose mom was inexplicably unable to care for him.
Meanwhile, the doctors on the hill say they have this new cream that could cut my healing in half, while I leak blood and serum out of a 4 cm open wound with another 6 cm behind it
Something is wrong with EVERYTHING.
I feel a horror story building. Whether I like it or not.
I hope things shape up.
TGRR,
Off to get the bullet hole in his car fixed.
THAT guy? Is his ass in jail yet?
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 06, 2012, 03:51:33 PM
I guess I should also confess that, other than the one ill-fated (don't ask) semester in Junior High on the island, I didn't have any schooling after 3rd grade and took my first math class in college, so I wasn't exposed to any of the boring whatever it is that kids get.
Frankly, I think kids should learn to count and do basic math in kindergarten, and then math should be an elective until senior year. The fact that I was raised in the woods by wild badgers and nonetheless was able to learn the entirely of high school math in three terms really drives home how absurd it is that we for some reason spend years teaching children things that they could learn in weeks, and probably far more easily than my aging and occasionally damaged brain did.
HERESY! AND UTTER TRUTH.
Any aversion to math I have is due to years of excruciating boredom and being switched for getting caught not paying attention.
My dad (physicist) used to say, "I love math, but I hate arithmetic." He then compared the equations he worked with as pieces of music, and arithmetic as scales. Scales suck. No one likes playing scales (except for Yingwie Malmsteen). But if you don't have the rudiments down, you can't play the music.
So if you fall in love with what math can do when you're older, it's a lot easier to get into it if you know your scales.
I was always "meh" about maths at school. I was good enough - but it didn't really interest me.
However, teaching maths made me appreciate the way the rules of mathematics, the symmetry and patterns involved in calculations, much more than I did otherwise.
Well, this sucks.
F5
Math is the only subject I ever, ever struggled with. I understand it fine, I just can't do it.
Y'know, if this foreign service thing doesn't pan out, I'm half tempted to get into text book writing. God, American text books are /appalling/.
It occurs to me that I'm wasting an awful lot of time here, talking to a brick fucking wall.
See you guys whenever. Have fun hitting refresh, you lurking bastards.
Of course, if I didn't have time to waste, I wouldn't be here in the first place.
But still. I'm just going to have my computer refresh every 10 minutes, like everyone else, while I go over to a place with some traffic in another tab. Like Capitol Grilling maybe. CAPITOL GRILLING GETS MORE POSTS THAN PD.
Oh, the shame!
I'd just as soon grab you by the ears and fling you into a goddamned thresher as LOOK at ya. Fucking election-squawking, pseudo-intellectual posturing flame-throwing, just-add-laudnum-makes-its-own-spooge Eris-blathering, earwax-flicking, chicken-choking top-posting/bottom-feeding hypocritical mouth-breathing nipple-fixated, shit-generation shit-GENERATING call-it-a-joke-until-its-about-YOU-&-then-shit-a-boat-motor, sanity-straining toe-jam-bottling mite-collecting bandwidth-wasting facsimiles of pornographic dog toys, the whole LOT o' ya. Why, I wouldn't waste the energy it'd take to slap you upside the head with a poodle and I HATE poodles.
Okay, I MIGHT do the poodle thing, that sounds like fun, actually.
Quote from: A Very Hairy Monkey In An Ill-Fitting Tunic on October 08, 2012, 04:46:17 AM
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on October 08, 2012, 12:55:41 AM
Have to take my parrot Jake to the vet tomorrow.
Seizures. :sad:
after doing my homework, it appears to be a common issue with congo greys and can be remedied fairly handily.
very disconcerting to see your parrot have a seizure, though...
That sucks! :(
Well, Jake went to the vet to get his checkup, which quasi-confirmed the initial suspicion.
checkup, blood test, and a calcium injection, and hopefully, all's well.
i got a lamp that provides UVB for him, because, it turns out that they need the UVB to turn the the secretions from their preen glands that get spread out on their feathers into vitamin D, which they then ingest on the next preening. without sufficient vitamin D, they can't absorb the calcium. then bam-o. seizure town. i figured he had plenty of light because he is in a well lit room with windows on three sides, but the glass filters out the UVB, so....
an interesting side note there is that, since he can see that part of the spectrum, and since it gets filtered out by glass, and since he spends all his time inside, he hasn't really seen what he's supposed to see for the first 14 years of his life! when i put the new lamp in, it was obvious that things were different for him all of a sudden. and he was basking quite contentedly.
i love that little guy. :)
Well, I'm at the studio again, and I've got the wireless. What now, bitches?
Training sucks.
BEING trained sucks... I know how to run a fucking payroll... And the system this girl has set up is retarded. The system is familiar enough that, if she dropped off the face of the earth tomorrow, people would still get paid for the next payroll, with a fair amount of bitching and overtime, probably more accurately than she's doing it, now.
However, it means she's over my shoulder ALL FUCKING DAY. The internet withdrawl is killing me. I can hop onto Facebook a little, usually on my way to and from the john, and skim shit here at lunchtime (or during a longer stay in the john), but, other than that, I'm netblocked. :(
I am considering devouring an entire can of chili tonight, just to get a little space tomorrow.
Hey spags. I haven't been, and probably won't be, on much. I have a higher classload and being mostly self-employed I have more than enough to keep me busy and this place is very, very distracting. I'm working on some stories I'll post once I'm satisfied with them. I think you'd like them, they're seriously fucked up.
Thanks for the birthday wishes.
Toodles.
PS: Might to the thing with the cool kids as I'm able because that sound's like fun.
Hi Alty! Happy birthday!
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 09, 2012, 12:03:41 AM
Well, I'm at the studio again, and I've got the wireless. What now, bitches?
DO THAT SHIT.
FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF WALL!
Tomorrow I should be getting a call.
This call will be to do a couple hours office work and get paid $50 for it.
I'm really hoping this happens. Could really use it right now.
Quote from: Sita on October 09, 2012, 01:15:18 AM
Tomorrow I should be getting a call.
This call will be to do a couple hours office work and get paid $50 for it.
I'm really hoping this happens. Could really use it right now.
Good luck, Sita.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 09, 2012, 01:00:16 AM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 09, 2012, 12:03:41 AM
Well, I'm at the studio again, and I've got the wireless. What now, bitches?
DO THAT SHIT.
FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF WALL!
Dammit.
The wall keeps moving.
STAND STILL, WILL YE!
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 09, 2012, 01:19:26 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 09, 2012, 01:00:16 AM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 09, 2012, 12:03:41 AM
Well, I'm at the studio again, and I've got the wireless. What now, bitches?
DO THAT SHIT.
FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF WALL!
Dammit.
The wall keeps moving.
STAND STILL, WILL YE!
Then one day, when you're really cooking along, it suddenly stops. :lulz:
THE SAUSAGE CREATURE OF RELATIVITY.
Prague is ridiculously cheap for a Norwegian who's used to having to live cheap for two weeks to afford one night out. Especially outside the fancier places in the town centre.
The result? Way too many shots, and amiably yelling inappropriate things at Germans. "Du bist ein Arschloch, mein freund!"
OH SNAP, HABBY BIRFDAY, ALTYSPAG!!!!
MY HANDS. THEY ITCH SO MUCH. I CURSE YOU, MOSQUITOES BRED IN THIS HOUSE'S COOLING SYSTEM!! :argh!: :argh!:
Wait... How many feckin birthdays does alty have???
Twid
pretty sure he had one a couple of weeks ago
on a side note i am finding comfort in actively being religious again rather than just passively. I must admit though catholicism was a good place to start due to familiarity and the ability to mumble some words and be done with it. Good timing too. The anniversary of my grandmothers passing is approaching. Ill always remember it. She died on the anniversary of my original renunciation of christianity as whole. I had been a pagan for exactly 14 years when she died (october 16 which was a full moon in 1997).
Quote from: Lenin/McCarthy on October 09, 2012, 02:37:42 AM
Prague is ridiculously cheap for a Norwegian who's used to having to live cheap for two weeks to afford one night out. Especially outside the fancier places in the town centre.
The result? Way too many shots, and amiably yelling inappropriate things at Germans. "Du bist ein Arschloch, mein freund!"
Outside Wenceslas Square, you should be OK budget wise. Just keep your hands on your wallet when wandering the Old City.
I was also amused by how beer is apparently sold on every street corner in Prague. As in, quite literally out on the street. I found their attitude to alcohol refreshing.
Also, it's 6:50, which means it is GO TIME.
(http://991.com/newGallery/Thunderbirds-Thunderbirds-Are-16372.jpg)
The best part of working in Utah is walking into the office with some coffee and receiving weird looks like I'm carrying a fifth of whiskey and smoking a joint.
Quote from: vȝx on October 09, 2012, 03:02:23 PM
The best part of working in Utah is walking into the office with some coffee and receiving weird looks like I'm carrying a fifth of whiskey and smoking a joint.
they're anti-caffeine?
that's unamerican! who let those people in here?!
I had an idea once for a political vampire story, in which vampires take control of Latin America and stop caffeine production, forcing North America and the rest of the developed world to stop working so damn long, thus allowing the vampires to roam more freely at night or something. Oh and causing the world economy to collapse, I think. Naturally, I didn't take into account the power of Mormonism.
In other news, I got a letter today from my health insurance provider which seems to say that because I was two days late switching my status from student to "voluntarily insured", I'm gonna be paying the two rates on top of each other for this month. I hope I got that wrong.
Worse yet, I just found out that upon arrival in Israel, I will have a waiting period of 6 months before I can get subsidized healthcare. I only plan to be there for 6 months altogether, in theory. To remove the waiting period I am welcome to pay a fee of 9,900NIS (about $2,560US at current rates.) Those motherfucking assholes. They actually made laws for this shit. I can see it already, I'm gonna end up working there a year after I meant to be gone, just to pay off all of the ridiculous fees that are gonna pop up on me. Because if I spent 5 years abroad, I obviously must be rich now. :argh!:
Quote from: VERBL on October 09, 2012, 03:49:08 PM
I had an idea once for a political vampire story, in which vampires take control of Latin America and stop caffeine production, forcing North America and the rest of the developed world to stop working so damn long, thus allowing the vampires to roam more freely at night or something. Oh and causing the world economy to collapse, I think. Naturally, I didn't take into account the power of Mormonism.
complete this story post haste.
QuoteIn other news, I got a letter today from my health insurance provider which seems to say that because I was two days late switching my status from student to "voluntarily insured", I'm gonna be paying the two rates on top of each other for this month. I hope I got that wrong.
Worse yet, I just found out that upon arrival in Israel, I will have a waiting period of 6 months before I can get subsidized healthcare. I only plan to be there for 6 months altogether, in theory. To remove the waiting period I am welcome to pay a fee of 9,900NIS (about $2,560US at current rates.) Those motherfucking assholes. They actually made laws for this shit. I can see it already, I'm gonna end up working there a year after I meant to be gone, just to pay off all of the ridiculous fees that are gonna pop up on me. Because if I spent 5 years abroad, I obviously must be rich now. :argh!:
As an American, I cannot comprehend this. What is "subsidized healthcare?" Is that some kind of Commie Pinko thing where breaking your arm some how
does not lead to a foreclosure on your home and a 50% levy placed against future earnings for the next 30 years? Because if that's what it is, you should be glad you don't have it. That sounds like something Obama would endorse, and that guy's a snoozefest and a radical.
Quote from: VERBL on October 09, 2012, 03:49:08 PM
Worse yet, I just found out that upon arrival in Israel, I will have a waiting period of 6 months before I can get subsidized healthcare.
Well, thank God. They can't get their commie clutches into you for 6 months.
What is "healthcare"? Do they make you wait six months to exercise or something? HOW IS THIS ENFORCED?????
Quote from: vȝx on October 09, 2012, 04:09:56 PM
Quote from: VERBL on October 09, 2012, 03:49:08 PM
I had an idea once for a political vampire story, in which vampires take control of Latin America and stop caffeine production, forcing North America and the rest of the developed world to stop working so damn long, thus allowing the vampires to roam more freely at night or something. Oh and causing the world economy to collapse, I think. Naturally, I didn't take into account the power of Mormonism.
complete this story post haste.
Nah, I had the idea like 5-6 years ago, don't think I'm ever gonna make anything out of it at this point. Everyone here should, of course, feel free.
Healthcare gets subsidized? :? :? :?
I got the call and get to work tomorrow :)
It's only a temporary thing, just long enough to help get the office caught up, but it beats nothing.
I need to make sure I get to bed early enough tonight.
Quote from: Sita on October 09, 2012, 07:30:06 PM
I got the call and get to work tomorrow :)
It's only a temporary thing, just long enough to help get the office caught up, but it beats nothing.
I need to make sure I get to bed early enough tonight.
Good for you, Sita. It's about time you caught a break.
God I hate Tuesdays. And Fridays. But mostly Tuesdays.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 09, 2012, 07:32:28 PM
Quote from: Sita on October 09, 2012, 07:30:06 PM
I got the call and get to work tomorrow :)
It's only a temporary thing, just long enough to help get the office caught up, but it beats nothing.
I need to make sure I get to bed early enough tonight.
Good for you, Sita. It's about time you caught a break.
Thanks.
A break was sorely needed. Many needed things will be bought when I get paid.
Quote from: Sita on October 09, 2012, 07:39:30 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 09, 2012, 07:32:28 PM
Quote from: Sita on October 09, 2012, 07:30:06 PM
I got the call and get to work tomorrow :)
It's only a temporary thing, just long enough to help get the office caught up, but it beats nothing.
I need to make sure I get to bed early enough tonight.
Good for you, Sita. It's about time you caught a break.
Thanks.
A break was sorely needed. Many needed things will be bought when I get paid.
I remember when I was younger and the kids were little, $50 or so was a GREAT BIG FUCKING DEAL.
Quote from: Cain on October 09, 2012, 07:35:32 PM
God I hate Tuesdays. And Fridays. But mostly Tuesdays.
Why?
Everything happens on supernatural tuesdays.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 09, 2012, 07:43:46 PM
Quote from: Cain on October 09, 2012, 07:35:32 PM
God I hate Tuesdays. And Fridays. But mostly Tuesdays.
Why?
They're the days on which I end up wasting the most time on completely pointless tasks.
Today after breakfast is done, which is always a
joy in and of itself, I have to do a bunch of pointless admin and heavy lifting involving our laundry service. Then I have to spend seven hours in the office, waiting for students to show up with linen to change. The office is very, very boring. I have one shitty laptop which I can't do anything with, because I either don't have the permissions or because it's a piece of shit that simply refuses to work properly, and I do nothing except sit and wait. While tired as hell due to having done an entire weekend of work then a day solo. For maybe four students who eventually turn up sometime in the evening to change their stuff.
It's a massive timesink, much like our Friday meetings, where I frequently spend up to midday in talks of some kind or another.
Quote from: Chromia on October 09, 2012, 08:07:42 PM
Everything happens on supernatural tuesdays.
Believe me, supernatural happenings would be a relief. I have salt and cold iron and I doesn't afraid of anything. Come at me, ghost bros. This place might be built on an ancient Cockney burial ground, but I have Australian-Scottish beserker courage (read: alcohol) in the face of the unknown, and no soft Pommie southerner is going to get the better of me, incorporeal supernatural dread beast or not.
I have found that I quite enjoy a Cain when it's drinking.
I, too, enjoy Cain's posts when he's been drinking. :lol:
In new news, me and my folks are going to look at a triplex today. They want to buy a property to rent it out, and I can live in one of the units, they say.
Quote from: Cain on October 09, 2012, 08:16:21 PM
This place might be built on an ancient Cockney burial ground,
You live in the dump?
Also, agree with LMNO. Drunken Cain is amazing.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 09, 2012, 08:23:24 PM
Quote from: Cain on October 09, 2012, 08:16:21 PM
This place might be built on an ancient Cockney burial ground,
You live in the dump?
Close enough.
From Wikipedia: "The etymology of 'Shoreditch' is debated. One legend holds that the place was originally named "Shore's Ditch", after Jane Shore, the mistress of Edward IV, who is supposed to have died or been buried in a ditch in the area. This legend is commemorated today by a large painting, at Haggerston Branch Library, of Jane Shore being retrieved from the ditch, and by a design on glazed tiles in a shop in Shoreditch High Street showing her meeting Edward IV.
However, the area was known as "Soersditch" long before Jane Shore's life. A more plausible origin for the name is "Sewer Ditch", in reference to a drain or watercourse in what was once a boggy area. It may have referred to the headwaters of the river Walbrook, which rose in the Curtain Road area."
Quote from: Cain on October 09, 2012, 08:26:33 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 09, 2012, 08:23:24 PM
Quote from: Cain on October 09, 2012, 08:16:21 PM
This place might be built on an ancient Cockney burial ground,
You live in the dump?
Close enough.
From Wikipedia: "The etymology of 'Shoreditch' is debated. One legend holds that the place was originally named "Shore's Ditch", after Jane Shore, the mistress of Edward IV, who is supposed to have died or been buried in a ditch in the area. This legend is commemorated today by a large painting, at Haggerston Branch Library, of Jane Shore being retrieved from the ditch, and by a design on glazed tiles in a shop in Shoreditch High Street showing her meeting Edward IV.
However, the area was known as "Soersditch" long before Jane Shore's life. A more plausible origin for the name is "Sewer Ditch", in reference to a drain or watercourse in what was once a boggy area. It may have referred to the headwaters of the river Walbrook, which rose in the Curtain Road area."
So it's like Tucson, only soggy.
Well I suppose there must be some advantage to live over an ancient sewer.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 09, 2012, 08:29:34 PM
So it's like Tucson, only soggy.
Also hipsters and start-up silicon companies. It's very "trendy", considering it's tacked on the arse-end of Hackney like a tick on a cow. Places like Dalston, which has living standards on a par with Kabul, are side-by-side with trendy gated communities inhabited entirely by rich art students and wannabe internet entrepreneurs.
I frankly hope one day all the chavs from Dalston come and burn the place down.
I apparently can't chug through a school day quite like I used to. I used to be able to go all day, from eight to five pm easy. And now eight to five, even with a decent break, makes me really fucking tired.
Why does poetry make me feel retarded? I just don't get poems. Have a 3 page paper on a lyrical poem due next Tuesday.
ALSO I DO WHAT I WANT HONEY MOON FOR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!
Imma officially middle management.
Time to start drinking heavily.
At night, the Prague tram lines change routes. My group ended up in some suburb not on my tourist map.
While we're waiting for the tram back, a quite big, really drunk local man appears.
It's very interesting how my group reacts: Three people freak out. Three people (including me) observe cautiously, thinking "he can't possibly do us any harm, he's one, we're seven, and he's so wasted he can barely stand upright". And one girl starts talking to him. He turns out to be harmless and friendly but confused, and communicates only in grunts, Czech and the occasional English word. Except for the people who freaked out, we become great friends with Viktor in the few minutes our paths cross.
DUDE COULD HAVE BEEN A MURDERHOBO WITH A SHOTGUN TO YOUR PARTY OF LVL 1 NPCS!!!!!!
Quote from: American Jackal on October 10, 2012, 01:24:27 AM
DUDE COULD HAVE BEEN A MURDERHOBO WITH A SHOTGUN TO YOUR PARTY OF LVL 1 NPCS!!!!!!
Prague isn't the Greyhound Express. Czech Belgians are rarely murderhobos.
Western Norwegian Belgians on the other hand..... scary fuckers, the lot of them.
Quote from: Waffles, The Iron on October 10, 2012, 01:32:49 AM
Quote from: American Jackal on October 10, 2012, 01:24:27 AM
DUDE COULD HAVE BEEN A MURDERHOBO WITH A SHOTGUN TO YOUR PARTY OF LVL 1 NPCS!!!!!!
Prague isn't the Greyhound Express. Czech Belgians are rarely murderhobos.
Western Norwegian Belgians on the other hand..... scary fuckers, the lot of them.
HE COULD HAVE BEEN A HIGH LEVEL PLANES HOBOING MURDERHOBO FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Quote from: American Jackal on October 10, 2012, 01:35:08 AM
Quote from: Waffles, The Iron on October 10, 2012, 01:32:49 AM
Quote from: American Jackal on October 10, 2012, 01:24:27 AM
DUDE COULD HAVE BEEN A MURDERHOBO WITH A SHOTGUN TO YOUR PARTY OF LVL 1 NPCS!!!!!!
Prague isn't the Greyhound Express. Czech Belgians are rarely murderhobos.
Western Norwegian Belgians on the other hand..... scary fuckers, the lot of them.
HE COULD HAVE BEEN A HIGH LEVEL PLANES HOBOING MURDERHOBO FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE!!!!!!!!!!!!
EXTRAPLANAR HOBO OUTSIDER MURDERHOBOES?! FUCK!
Just a drunkandconfusedhobo, not a murderhobo. At least not in the condition he was in at the time.
Great to hear.
In otherniews, I have taken 2 mg Lorezepam and 400 mg benadryl, but I'm still awake. I'm guesing this is why I'm hearing (with my ears, not remembering them and thinking I can hear them) various snippets of songs. It's slightly disconcerting. I hope I can get some sleep soon.
I've just aquired the funding to get one of these (http://www.phseakayaks.com/kayaks.php?kayak=Delphin%20155) under my arse, at the end of the month. I can now tackle the kind of water that would kill me in my current boat and (hopefully) not die and shit :fap:
I just learned that there is a vegan argument against vaccination.
Now I want to set things on fire.
Vegans? :evil:
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 10, 2012, 01:19:47 PM
I just learned that there is a vegan argument against vaccination.
Now I want to set things on fire.
What part of NO ANIMAL PRODUCTS are you struggling with? Those chicken eggs and gelatin have as much right to life as any of us.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 10, 2012, 01:19:47 PM
I just learned that there is a vegan argument against vaccination.
Now I want to set things on fire.
One more group of asshats conspiring to rob us of herd immunity.
Cough on a Vegan today.
Quote from: Cain on October 10, 2012, 03:16:19 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 10, 2012, 01:19:47 PM
I just learned that there is a vegan argument against vaccination.
Now I want to set things on fire.
What part of NO ANIMAL PRODUCTS are you struggling with? Those chicken eggs and gelatin have as much right to life as any of us.
This is where I usually wander off into an
ad shotgun argument.
If animals had rights, they'd seize them.
In slightly positive health insurance news, ObamaCOMMIECARE must have sort of kicked in because I didn't have to pay for my birth control MURDER PILLS today.
Yea maybe not some wonderous miracle and I know it's fairly small in the large scheme of things, in my small bubble of the world, that's $200 saved a year if it lasts. *shrug*
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 05:37:39 PM
Quote from: Cain on October 10, 2012, 03:16:19 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 10, 2012, 01:19:47 PM
I just learned that there is a vegan argument against vaccination.
Now I want to set things on fire.
What part of NO ANIMAL PRODUCTS are you struggling with? Those chicken eggs and gelatin have as much right to life as any of us.
This is where I usually wander off into an ad shotgun argument.
If animals had rights, they'd seize them.
YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE TASTY. IF YOU GIVE UP THIS RIGHT, YOU WILL BECOME CLOTHING, INSTEAD.
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 10, 2012, 05:42:21 PM
In slightly positive health insurance news, ObamaCOMMIECARE must have sort of kicked in because I didn't have to pay for my birth control MURDER PILLS today.
Yea maybe not some wonderous miracle and I know it's fairly small in the large scheme of things, in my small bubble of the world, that's $200 saved a year if it lasts. *shrug*
Good for you.
It's also good for the country. That's $200 that will be put into the local economy, instead of (indirectly) to Goldman Sachs.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 10, 2012, 05:45:49 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 05:37:39 PM
Quote from: Cain on October 10, 2012, 03:16:19 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 10, 2012, 01:19:47 PM
I just learned that there is a vegan argument against vaccination.
Now I want to set things on fire.
What part of NO ANIMAL PRODUCTS are you struggling with? Those chicken eggs and gelatin have as much right to life as any of us.
This is where I usually wander off into an ad shotgun argument.
If animals had rights, they'd seize them.
YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE TASTY. IF YOU GIVE UP THIS RIGHT, YOU WILL BECOME CLOTHING, INSTEAD.
YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE TURNED INTO PET FOOD.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 05:37:39 PM
This is where I usually wander off into an ad shotgun argument.
If animals had rights, they'd seize them.
Steve Irwin's death was just the start of the Animal Uprising.
They're having a problem with writing the manifesto, but that's because no opposable thumbs.
The pandas would do it, but they're usually stoned out of their minds.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 05:47:08 PM
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 10, 2012, 05:42:21 PM
In slightly positive health insurance news, ObamaCOMMIECARE must have sort of kicked in because I didn't have to pay for my birth control MURDER PILLS today.
Yea maybe not some wonderous miracle and I know it's fairly small in the large scheme of things, in my small bubble of the world, that's $200 saved a year if it lasts. *shrug*
Good for you.
It's also good for the country. That's $200 that will be put into the local economy, instead of (indirectly) to Goldman Sachs.
Exactly, That's what I figure. A small little victory(?) at least. I've gotta look on the bright side sometimes.
Especially after a recent political conversation/argument that in part involved "well that's like expecting the government to hand me condoms for free" and "shouldn't fund using abortion as a method of birth control" when I was trying to explain the importance of planned parenthood (beyond the focus of just abortions) and why it's good for certain things to be covered. At which point I walked away from the conversation since our values and priorities seem to diverge way beyond which sockpuppet you want to vote for. And that type of person is just not worth draining myself on
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 10, 2012, 06:07:40 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 05:47:08 PM
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 10, 2012, 05:42:21 PM
In slightly positive health insurance news, ObamaCOMMIECARE must have sort of kicked in because I didn't have to pay for my birth control MURDER PILLS today.
Yea maybe not some wonderous miracle and I know it's fairly small in the large scheme of things, in my small bubble of the world, that's $200 saved a year if it lasts. *shrug*
Good for you.
It's also good for the country. That's $200 that will be put into the local economy, instead of (indirectly) to Goldman Sachs.
Exactly, That's what I figure. A small little victory(?) at least. I've gotta look on the bright side sometimes.
Especially after a recent political conversation/argument that in part involved "well that's like expecting the government to hand me condoms for free" and "shouldn't fund using abortion as a method of birth control" when I was trying to explain the importance of planned parenthood (beyond the focus of just abortions) and why it's good for certain things to be covered. At which point I walked away from the conversation since our values and priorities seem to diverge way beyond which sockpuppet you want to vote for. And that type of person is just not worth draining myself on
In a world with 7.3 Bn people in it, handing out condoms for free is an act of governmental virtue. I would boast about my government if it gave away birth control for free.
And it seems that I just might be able to do so now.
SLUT! :argh!:
Villager and i broke up. I dont want to talk about it and wouldnt even mention it except that she already updated it on facebook. Were working on it and this will not affect anarchangels line up or continued existence. I will be drunk later.
Unlike.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 06:15:16 PM
In a world with 7.3 Bn people in it, handing out condoms for free is an act of governmental virtue. I would boast about my government if it gave away birth control for free.
And it seems that I just might be able to do so now.
Yea, I would have thought that's a good thing (well, I DO think that's a good thing). Oh and hey, maybe if people were better educated and had better access to birth control, maybe we wouldn't have to have as many of these abortions everyone's so worried about. I thought about getting into overpopulation, crime rates, poverty, etc., but based upon how the rest of the conversation was going I just gave up, because helping other people is bad, or something.
Quote from: Cain on October 10, 2012, 06:23:30 PM
SLUT! :argh!:
I know, I should be pregnant or thinking about getting pregnant at every available opportunity, but I accidentally wandered out of the kitchen into this "job" thing, and now I'm just confused :sad:
Shit dude. D: :( I'm sorry.
Were working on it. Just not tonight where ill be busy getting plastered.
On side note ill be working on my solo album and cdgasm this weekend. I dont have any other plans for it right now.
Oh man, twid. :( Sorry to hear that.
That sucks balls, dude. :sad:
Wouldnt have even known about the facebook bit til later except pat texted me asking me if i was ok.
Anyway im sure ill be more in the mood to talk about it around 9pm or so.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 06:15:16 PM
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 10, 2012, 06:07:40 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 05:47:08 PM
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 10, 2012, 05:42:21 PM
In slightly positive health insurance news, ObamaCOMMIECARE must have sort of kicked in because I didn't have to pay for my birth control MURDER PILLS today.
Yea maybe not some wonderous miracle and I know it's fairly small in the large scheme of things, in my small bubble of the world, that's $200 saved a year if it lasts. *shrug*
Good for you.
It's also good for the country. That's $200 that will be put into the local economy, instead of (indirectly) to Goldman Sachs.
Exactly, That's what I figure. A small little victory(?) at least. I've gotta look on the bright side sometimes.
Especially after a recent political conversation/argument that in part involved "well that's like expecting the government to hand me condoms for free" and "shouldn't fund using abortion as a method of birth control" when I was trying to explain the importance of planned parenthood (beyond the focus of just abortions) and why it's good for certain things to be covered. At which point I walked away from the conversation since our values and priorities seem to diverge way beyond which sockpuppet you want to vote for. And that type of person is just not worth draining myself on
In a world with 7.3 Bn people in it, handing out condoms for free is an act of governmental virtue. I would boast about my government if it gave away birth control for free.
And it seems that I just might be able to do so now.
The government of North Belgium does. They even offer to mail it to you for free, iirc. Not long ago,there were even BDSM information brochures for 12+ year olds, but moral outrage stopped that.
Quote from: Lenin/McCarthy on October 10, 2012, 07:50:56 PM
The government of North Belgium does. They even offer to mail it to you for free, iirc. Not long ago,there were even BDSM information brochures for 12+ year olds, but moral outrage stopped that.
Well, that might be a LITTLE extreme.
Anyway, you have to remember that about half of our country frowns on needle exchange programs, on account of drug users DESERVE to get HIV.
Imagine a vast nation, the size of Western Europe, filled to the brim with hair-shirt punishment freaks.
Quote from: Lenin/McCarthy on October 10, 2012, 07:50:56 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 06:15:16 PM
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 10, 2012, 06:07:40 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 05:47:08 PM
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 10, 2012, 05:42:21 PM
In slightly positive health insurance news, ObamaCOMMIECARE must have sort of kicked in because I didn't have to pay for my birth control MURDER PILLS today.
Yea maybe not some wonderous miracle and I know it's fairly small in the large scheme of things, in my small bubble of the world, that's $200 saved a year if it lasts. *shrug*
Good for you.
It's also good for the country. That's $200 that will be put into the local economy, instead of (indirectly) to Goldman Sachs.
Exactly, That's what I figure. A small little victory(?) at least. I've gotta look on the bright side sometimes.
Especially after a recent political conversation/argument that in part involved "well that's like expecting the government to hand me condoms for free" and "shouldn't fund using abortion as a method of birth control" when I was trying to explain the importance of planned parenthood (beyond the focus of just abortions) and why it's good for certain things to be covered. At which point I walked away from the conversation since our values and priorities seem to diverge way beyond which sockpuppet you want to vote for. And that type of person is just not worth draining myself on
In a world with 7.3 Bn people in it, handing out condoms for free is an act of governmental virtue. I would boast about my government if it gave away birth control for free.
And it seems that I just might be able to do so now.
The government of North Belgium does. They even offer to mail it to you for free, iirc. Not long ago,there were even BDSM information brochures for 12+ year olds, but moral outrage stopped that.
Not quite correct. The BDSM brochure was distributed to the youth health offices, but not targeted specially for the under-16s.
And while there was moral outrage, they didn't manage to stop it.
Quote from: Waffles, The Iron on October 10, 2012, 09:14:27 PM
Quote from: Lenin/McCarthy on October 10, 2012, 07:50:56 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 06:15:16 PM
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 10, 2012, 06:07:40 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 05:47:08 PM
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 10, 2012, 05:42:21 PM
In slightly positive health insurance news, ObamaCOMMIECARE must have sort of kicked in because I didn't have to pay for my birth control MURDER PILLS today.
Yea maybe not some wonderous miracle and I know it's fairly small in the large scheme of things, in my small bubble of the world, that's $200 saved a year if it lasts. *shrug*
Good for you.
It's also good for the country. That's $200 that will be put into the local economy, instead of (indirectly) to Goldman Sachs.
Exactly, That's what I figure. A small little victory(?) at least. I've gotta look on the bright side sometimes.
Especially after a recent political conversation/argument that in part involved "well that's like expecting the government to hand me condoms for free" and "shouldn't fund using abortion as a method of birth control" when I was trying to explain the importance of planned parenthood (beyond the focus of just abortions) and why it's good for certain things to be covered. At which point I walked away from the conversation since our values and priorities seem to diverge way beyond which sockpuppet you want to vote for. And that type of person is just not worth draining myself on
In a world with 7.3 Bn people in it, handing out condoms for free is an act of governmental virtue. I would boast about my government if it gave away birth control for free.
And it seems that I just might be able to do so now.
The government of North Belgium does. They even offer to mail it to you for free, iirc. Not long ago,there were even BDSM information brochures for 12+ year olds, but moral outrage stopped that.
Not quite correct. The BDSM brochure was distributed to the youth health offices, but not targeted specially for the under-16s.
And while there was moral outrage, they didn't manage to stop it.
Ah, thank you. I was unsure about the details and was too busy to look up the facts.
Quote from: Lenin/McCarthy on October 10, 2012, 09:27:36 PM
Quote from: Waffles, The Iron on October 10, 2012, 09:14:27 PM
Quote from: Lenin/McCarthy on October 10, 2012, 07:50:56 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 06:15:16 PM
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 10, 2012, 06:07:40 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 05:47:08 PM
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 10, 2012, 05:42:21 PM
In slightly positive health insurance news, ObamaCOMMIECARE must have sort of kicked in because I didn't have to pay for my birth control MURDER PILLS today.
Yea maybe not some wonderous miracle and I know it's fairly small in the large scheme of things, in my small bubble of the world, that's $200 saved a year if it lasts. *shrug*
Good for you.
It's also good for the country. That's $200 that will be put into the local economy, instead of (indirectly) to Goldman Sachs.
Exactly, That's what I figure. A small little victory(?) at least. I've gotta look on the bright side sometimes.
Especially after a recent political conversation/argument that in part involved "well that's like expecting the government to hand me condoms for free" and "shouldn't fund using abortion as a method of birth control" when I was trying to explain the importance of planned parenthood (beyond the focus of just abortions) and why it's good for certain things to be covered. At which point I walked away from the conversation since our values and priorities seem to diverge way beyond which sockpuppet you want to vote for. And that type of person is just not worth draining myself on
In a world with 7.3 Bn people in it, handing out condoms for free is an act of governmental virtue. I would boast about my government if it gave away birth control for free.
And it seems that I just might be able to do so now.
The government of North Belgium does. They even offer to mail it to you for free, iirc. Not long ago,there were even BDSM information brochures for 12+ year olds, but moral outrage stopped that.
Not quite correct. The BDSM brochure was distributed to the youth health offices, but not targeted specially for the under-16s.
And while there was moral outrage, they didn't manage to stop it.
Ah, thank you. I was unsure about the details and was too busy to look up the facts.
That's what happens when you listen to the morally outraged.
Fuck me, what a week. I went on an EIGHT HOUR coaching activity yesterday. Only three more meetings with this dyad, and I hope my new ones are somewhere within Portland city limits.
Just finished part 1 of my homework (MY SOCIOLOGY PROFESSOR MADE US ARGUE ON A FORUM! NOT EVEN SHITTING YOU!) and need to work on my math because tomorrow I have an assessment. Oh god. But right now, right RIGHT now, I have to go into my studio. After I email my co-worker about gift cards. Fuck me.
Quote from: American Jackal on October 10, 2012, 12:05:18 AM
Why does poetry make me feel retarded? I just don't get poems. Have a 3 page paper on a lyrical poem due next Tuesday.
ALSO I DO WHAT I WANT HONEY MOON FOR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!
What's the poem about? What does the imagery make you think of?
Bam. That's all you need to write.
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:10:27 PM
MY SOCIOLOGY PROFESSOR MADE US ARGUE ON A FORUM! NOT EVEN SHITTING YOU!
Wait.
You can get college credits for this? :lulz:
Quote from: American Jackal on October 10, 2012, 01:24:27 AM
DUDE COULD HAVE BEEN A MURDERHOBO WITH A SHOTGUN TO YOUR PARTY OF LVL 1 NPCS!!!!!!
Come on dude, he's not in CANADA.
Quote from: American Jackal on October 10, 2012, 12:05:18 AM
ALSO I DO WHAT I WANT HONEY MOON FOR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!
GET A JOB, HIPPY!
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:12:33 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:10:27 PM
MY SOCIOLOGY PROFESSOR MADE US ARGUE ON A FORUM! NOT EVEN SHITTING YOU!
Wait.
You can get college credits for this? :lulz:
Totally happened FOR REAL. I'm like OMG I AM SUPPOSED TO DO EXACTLY WHAT I WOULD BE DOING ANYWAY? OMG OMG OMG!!!
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:13:39 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:12:33 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:10:27 PM
MY SOCIOLOGY PROFESSOR MADE US ARGUE ON A FORUM! NOT EVEN SHITTING YOU!
Wait.
You can get college credits for this? :lulz:
Totally happened FOR REAL. I'm like OMG I AM SUPPOSED TO DO EXACTLY WHAT I WOULD BE DOING ANYWAY? OMG OMG OMG!!!
I ARGUED ON MYSTIC WICKS. WHERE IS PhD?
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:15:11 PM
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Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:12:33 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:10:27 PM
MY SOCIOLOGY PROFESSOR MADE US ARGUE ON A FORUM! NOT EVEN SHITTING YOU!
Wait.
You can get college credits for this? :lulz:
Totally happened FOR REAL. I'm like OMG I AM SUPPOSED TO DO EXACTLY WHAT I WOULD BE DOING ANYWAY? OMG OMG OMG!!!
I ARGUED ON MYSTIC WICKS. WHERE IS PhD?
YOU ARE NOW SOCIOLOLIGIST.
I'm sorry to hear about that Twid. :(
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:17:51 PM
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Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:12:33 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:10:27 PM
MY SOCIOLOGY PROFESSOR MADE US ARGUE ON A FORUM! NOT EVEN SHITTING YOU!
Wait.
You can get college credits for this? :lulz:
Totally happened FOR REAL. I'm like OMG I AM SUPPOSED TO DO EXACTLY WHAT I WOULD BE DOING ANYWAY? OMG OMG OMG!!!
I ARGUED ON MYSTIC WICKS. WHERE IS PhD?
YOU ARE NOW SOCIOLOLIGIST.
I AM NOW QUALIFIED TO SAY WHY POOR PEOPLE CHOOSE TO LIVE THAT WAY.
OK I'm really going in studio now. I'll be taking breaks every twenty minutes or so.
Pray for me.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:19:03 PM
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Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:12:33 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:10:27 PM
MY SOCIOLOGY PROFESSOR MADE US ARGUE ON A FORUM! NOT EVEN SHITTING YOU!
Wait.
You can get college credits for this? :lulz:
Totally happened FOR REAL. I'm like OMG I AM SUPPOSED TO DO EXACTLY WHAT I WOULD BE DOING ANYWAY? OMG OMG OMG!!!
I ARGUED ON MYSTIC WICKS. WHERE IS PhD?
YOU ARE NOW SOCIOLOLIGIST.
I AM NOW QUALIFIED TO SAY WHY POOR PEOPLE CHOOSE TO LIVE THAT WAY.
ALSO TO ANALYZE THE SOCIAL STRUCTURE OF INTERNET FORUMS.
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:20:02 PM
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Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:12:33 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:10:27 PM
MY SOCIOLOGY PROFESSOR MADE US ARGUE ON A FORUM! NOT EVEN SHITTING YOU!
Wait.
You can get college credits for this? :lulz:
Totally happened FOR REAL. I'm like OMG I AM SUPPOSED TO DO EXACTLY WHAT I WOULD BE DOING ANYWAY? OMG OMG OMG!!!
I ARGUED ON MYSTIC WICKS. WHERE IS PhD?
YOU ARE NOW SOCIOLOLIGIST.
I AM NOW QUALIFIED TO SAY WHY POOR PEOPLE CHOOSE TO LIVE THAT WAY.
ALSO TO ANALYZE THE SOCIAL STRUCTURE OF INTERNET FORUMS.
OH MY GOD, IT'S FULL OF TARDS
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:19:32 PM
OK I'm really going in studio now. I'll be taking breaks every twenty minutes or so.
Pray for me.
To
whom?Remember last time. You need to be more specific.
@TWID
Dude, majorly sucky.
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:12:16 PM
Quote from: American Jackal on October 10, 2012, 12:05:18 AM
Why does poetry make me feel retarded? I just don't get poems. Have a 3 page paper on a lyrical poem due next Tuesday.
ALSO I DO WHAT I WANT HONEY MOON FOR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!
What's the poem about? What does the imagery make you think of?
Bam. That's all you need to write.
3 pages of horrible insanity?
I think I will get drunk to write this paper.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:13:17 PM
Quote from: American Jackal on October 10, 2012, 12:05:18 AM
ALSO I DO WHAT I WANT HONEY MOON FOR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!
GET A JOB, HIPPY!
I GET PAID BY THE VA TO GET AN EDUCATION!!!!!!! YOU JEALOUS?????
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:22:51 PM
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Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:15:11 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:13:39 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:12:33 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:10:27 PM
MY SOCIOLOGY PROFESSOR MADE US ARGUE ON A FORUM! NOT EVEN SHITTING YOU!
Wait.
You can get college credits for this? :lulz:
Totally happened FOR REAL. I'm like OMG I AM SUPPOSED TO DO EXACTLY WHAT I WOULD BE DOING ANYWAY? OMG OMG OMG!!!
I ARGUED ON MYSTIC WICKS. WHERE IS PhD?
YOU ARE NOW SOCIOLOLIGIST.
I AM NOW QUALIFIED TO SAY WHY POOR PEOPLE CHOOSE TO LIVE THAT WAY.
ALSO TO ANALYZE THE SOCIAL STRUCTURE OF INTERNET FORUMS.
OH MY GOD, IT'S FULL OF TARDS
WHY IS THE INTERNET SO FASCIST???????
Quote from: American Jackal on October 10, 2012, 10:23:50 PM
I GET PAID BY THE VA TO GET AN EDUCATION!!!!!!! YOU JEALOUS?????
Why? I had that, too.
BUT I DIDN'T GO ON HONEYMOON FOR 6 FUCKING MONTHS.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:25:38 PM
Quote from: American Jackal on October 10, 2012, 10:23:50 PM
I GET PAID BY THE VA TO GET AN EDUCATION!!!!!!! YOU JEALOUS?????
Why? I had that, too.
BUT I DIDN'T GO ON HONEYMOON FOR 6 FUCKING MONTHS.
IT'S BEEN TWO MONTHS, BUT YOU'RE CORNISH SO I FORGIVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Quote from: American Jackal on October 10, 2012, 10:27:37 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:25:38 PM
Quote from: American Jackal on October 10, 2012, 10:23:50 PM
I GET PAID BY THE VA TO GET AN EDUCATION!!!!!!! YOU JEALOUS?????
Why? I had that, too.
BUT I DIDN'T GO ON HONEYMOON FOR 6 FUCKING MONTHS.
IT'S BEEN TWO MONTHS, BUT YOU'RE CORNISH SO I FORGIVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey. Cornish people have honeymoons, too. It's just that they involve mud and baseball bats with nails through them. And being grim a lot.
So SHUT UP.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:23:30 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:19:32 PM
OK I'm really going in studio now. I'll be taking breaks every twenty minutes or so.
Pray for me.
To whom?
Remember last time. You need to be more specific.
I'm thinking, roll the dice. I feel
adventurous.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:22:51 PM
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Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:15:11 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:13:39 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:12:33 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:10:27 PM
MY SOCIOLOGY PROFESSOR MADE US ARGUE ON A FORUM! NOT EVEN SHITTING YOU!
Wait.
You can get college credits for this? :lulz:
Totally happened FOR REAL. I'm like OMG I AM SUPPOSED TO DO EXACTLY WHAT I WOULD BE DOING ANYWAY? OMG OMG OMG!!!
I ARGUED ON MYSTIC WICKS. WHERE IS PhD?
YOU ARE NOW SOCIOLOLIGIST.
I AM NOW QUALIFIED TO SAY WHY POOR PEOPLE CHOOSE TO LIVE THAT WAY.
ALSO TO ANALYZE THE SOCIAL STRUCTURE OF INTERNET FORUMS.
OH MY GOD, IT'S FULL OF TARDS
BAM!
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:12:33 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:10:27 PM
MY SOCIOLOGY PROFESSOR MADE US ARGUE ON A FORUM! NOT EVEN SHITTING YOU!
Wait.
You can get college credits for this? :lulz:
THEY MIGHT AS WELL HAND OVER THAT DEGREE. NOW. :lulz:
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:54:40 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:23:30 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:19:32 PM
OK I'm really going in studio now. I'll be taking breaks every twenty minutes or so.
Pray for me.
To whom?
Remember last time. You need to be more specific.
I'm thinking, roll the dice. I feel adventurous.
Okay. I prayed to Irdlirvirisissong. He says you're fucked.
Irdlirvirisissong: Inuit demon god.
The demon cousin of the moon. Sometimes Irdlirvirissong comes out into the sky to dance and clown and make the people laugh. But if anyone is nearby, the people must restrain themselves or the demon clown will dry them up and eat their intestines.
Also, back at work. Because the safety technician came in allegedly intoxicated.
TUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSCON!
Talked to Roger on the phone on his way back to work tonight, and he made me feel better. Talked to Villager after that. Definitely salvageable. We just need to hit the reset button a bit. We also suddenly miss the hell out of each other so, that's a good starting point.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 11, 2012, 03:43:13 AM
Talked to Roger on the phone on his way back to work tonight, and he made me feel better. Talked to Villager after that. Definitely salvageable. We just need to hit the reset button a bit. We also suddenly miss the hell out of each other so, that's a good starting point.
Good to hear it.
I had to fire my guy.
Earlier today, I got stung in the nads (no hyperbole here, right in the g'nads) by a hornet.
I just want everyone to know how happy things are here, in the land of SUNSHINE.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 11, 2012, 03:45:24 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 11, 2012, 03:43:13 AM
Talked to Roger on the phone on his way back to work tonight, and he made me feel better. Talked to Villager after that. Definitely salvageable. We just need to hit the reset button a bit. We also suddenly miss the hell out of each other so, that's a good starting point.
Good to hear it.
I had to fire my guy.
Earlier today, I got stung in the nads (no hyperbole here, right in the g'nads) by a hornet.
I just want everyone to know how happy things are here, in the land of SUNSHINE.
This is about 5% of what made me feel better. Not for Roger suffering in the nads, but because of the "it could be worse" bit.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 11, 2012, 03:49:29 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 11, 2012, 03:45:24 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 11, 2012, 03:43:13 AM
Talked to Roger on the phone on his way back to work tonight, and he made me feel better. Talked to Villager after that. Definitely salvageable. We just need to hit the reset button a bit. We also suddenly miss the hell out of each other so, that's a good starting point.
Good to hear it.
I had to fire my guy.
Earlier today, I got stung in the nads (no hyperbole here, right in the g'nads) by a hornet.
I just want everyone to know how happy things are here, in the land of SUNSHINE.
This is about 5% of what made me feel better. Not for Roger suffering in the nads, but because of the "it could be worse" bit.
COME TO TUCSON EVERYTHING'S GREAT
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 11, 2012, 03:52:47 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 11, 2012, 03:49:29 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 11, 2012, 03:45:24 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 11, 2012, 03:43:13 AM
Talked to Roger on the phone on his way back to work tonight, and he made me feel better. Talked to Villager after that. Definitely salvageable. We just need to hit the reset button a bit. We also suddenly miss the hell out of each other so, that's a good starting point.
Good to hear it.
I had to fire my guy.
Earlier today, I got stung in the nads (no hyperbole here, right in the g'nads) by a hornet.
I just want everyone to know how happy things are here, in the land of SUNSHINE.
This is about 5% of what made me feel better. Not for Roger suffering in the nads, but because of the "it could be worse" bit.
COME TO TUCSON EVERYTHING'S GREAT
Visiting Tucson would make me miss Ireland even more.
So.... yeah, man I might.
Wear wool BVD's. Even though it's 120 degrees.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 11, 2012, 03:45:24 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 11, 2012, 03:43:13 AM
Talked to Roger on the phone on his way back to work tonight, and he made me feel better. Talked to Villager after that. Definitely salvageable. We just need to hit the reset button a bit. We also suddenly miss the hell out of each other so, that's a good starting point.
Good to hear it.
I had to fire my guy.
Earlier today, I got stung in the nads (no hyperbole here, right in the g'nads) by a hornet.
I just want everyone to know how happy things are here, in the land of SUNSHINE.
I have a feeling that Irdlirvirissong was the wrong god, because my day was GREAT.
And watch out for the hornets.
I've been training the ones out there to...
Oh.
Oops.
Sorry, Roger.
I just hope you all will remember this, the next time anyone asks you to pray for them.
Oh, Roger,
send me that playlist, btw.
Twid,
Still single
Quote from: Man Green on October 11, 2012, 04:39:22 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 11, 2012, 03:45:24 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 11, 2012, 03:43:13 AM
Talked to Roger on the phone on his way back to work tonight, and he made me feel better. Talked to Villager after that. Definitely salvageable. We just need to hit the reset button a bit. We also suddenly miss the hell out of each other so, that's a good starting point.
Good to hear it.
I had to fire my guy.
Earlier today, I got stung in the nads (no hyperbole here, right in the g'nads) by a hornet.
I just want everyone to know how happy things are here, in the land of SUNSHINE.
I have a feeling that Irdlirvirissong was the wrong god, because my day was GREAT.
Nah. He just knows better than to fuck with you. :lol:
Got to walk in the park with LPR guy. Four miles today. Next week, we're shooting for five miles.
Days I see him are always good for me. They make me feel more bouyuant. And his hugs are the high points of my week.
Damn, Twid. :sad:
Quote from: Waffles, The Iron on October 11, 2012, 11:25:52 AM
Damn, Twid. :sad:
Working on it. In a better mood today. Except for the coldness.
Twid,
hard nipples
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:15:11 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:13:39 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 10, 2012, 10:12:33 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 10, 2012, 10:10:27 PM
MY SOCIOLOGY PROFESSOR MADE US ARGUE ON A FORUM! NOT EVEN SHITTING YOU!
Wait.
You can get college credits for this? :lulz:
Totally happened FOR REAL. I'm like OMG I AM SUPPOSED TO DO EXACTLY WHAT I WOULD BE DOING ANYWAY? OMG OMG OMG!!!
I ARGUED ON MYSTIC WICKS. WHERE IS PhD?
You has PhD in socioLOLogy from the University of Eris, Tuscon... Or was it that Howl fellow? I forget.
aand Nigel already made that joke. Oh well.
Twid hope you feel happier soon, friend. :jedi hugs:
The crochet has stolen all my attentions. I now know 3 different stitches, allthough straight edges seem to elude me.
Quote from: Pixie on October 11, 2012, 01:35:29 PM
aand Nigel already made that joke. Oh well.
Twid hope you feel happier soon, friend. :jedi hugs:
The crochet has stolen all my attentions. I now know 3 different stitches, allthough straight edges seem to elude me.
:deadthread:
I have the theme to teeny little super guy from sesame street stuck in my head. Its more amusing than irritting due the unlikelihood.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 11, 2012, 01:54:56 PM
Quote from: Pixie on October 11, 2012, 01:35:29 PM
aand Nigel already made that joke. Oh well.
Twid hope you feel happier soon, friend. :jedi hugs:
The crochet has stolen all my attentions. I now know 3 different stitches, allthough straight edges seem to elude me.
:deadthread:
buying yarn is like an addiction. I just bought 3 more balls. I'M HOOKED! (ofuk, just made a crochet pun...)
I really have to train my minds ear to pronounce crochet correctly.
I've intentionally been pronouncing it crotch-et and asking people if they would like to see it. I'm a bad person.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 11, 2012, 01:54:56 PM
Quote from: Pixie on October 11, 2012, 01:35:29 PM
aand Nigel already made that joke. Oh well.
Twid hope you feel happier soon, friend. :jedi hugs:
The crochet has stolen all my attentions. I now know 3 different stitches, allthough straight edges seem to elude me.
:deadthread:
Straight edgers are a rather shifty and evasive lot.
RWHN,
Recovering Straight-edger
Oh, the pain.
Apropos Crotch-eting. I have to sew my trouser crotch.
My buddy who was gonna come over tonight took a rain check due to sickness. Nobody else seems to be answering their communications devices that I would care to spend an evening with. G/f out at her friend's.
Not sure why this bums me out so much, probably because my days here are nearing the single digits and I've been spending them sorting and packing and trying to sell shit and spending the evenings with people I like is the only actually fun thing going on right now. Don't feel like slouching in front of the intertubes all evening, but as usual I can't seem to think of anything much better to do.
Meh.
I have a bitch of a headaache and I need to take a shower and go to school and I have a math writing assignment due tomorrow and I have an assessment tomorrow and I have to take a new intern with me oh god I hate training people!
Also, eleven days until I go to London for another AFP gig!
Pix, would you and teh Payne want to meet up for a coffee/beer?
Quote from: Man Green on October 11, 2012, 06:03:02 PM
I have a bitch of a headaache and I need to take a shower and go to school and I have a math writing assignment due tomorrow and I have an assessment tomorrow and I have to take a new intern with me oh god I hate training people!
OH HAI CAN YOU TEACH ME HOW TO MAKES BEADS, PLS?
I WOULD LIKE TO BE YOUR COMPETITOR.
Amusing: Do a Google image search for "Completely Wrong".
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 11, 2012, 06:53:24 PM
Amusing: Do a Google image search for "Completely Wrong".
:lulz:
Oh Internet.
I'd actually write something today, but I'm having trouble concentrating for some reason.
The place is a fucking MORGUE today, isn't it?
meetings, and meetings. Will be at studio tonight, will bring laptop.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 11, 2012, 08:40:17 PM
The place is a fucking MORGUE today, isn't it?
Indeed. Without even the courtesy of a post-mortem bowel release.
Working on something, my time here is stolen.
Which I have no problem doing, BTW. :lol:
All I know is that despite the CRIPPLING AND HORRIBLE PAIN I am in, I wrote for you guys because I LOVE YOU THAT MUCH. And it's sinking like the fucking Andrea Doria, which means, I suppose, that I have to LOVE YOU SOME MORE. And I can DO that. My bits are DRIPPING WITH LOVE, and I want to SHARE it. With you.
Hey, I WOMP'd yuo! What more do you want, a scrotum full of wasp venom?
...
OSHI-
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 11, 2012, 08:50:19 PM
Hey, I WOMP'd yuo! What more do you want, a scrotum full of wasp venom?
...
OSHI-
Wasps are for SISSIES. Hornets are where it's at. 1-1/2" long bastards that look all mechanical, like Goddamn little ROBOTS OF DEATH. In your pance.
Yeah. I gotta ask.
1) What was a hornet doing on your balls in the first place?
2) How did it get through all the hair?
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 11, 2012, 08:53:02 PM
Yeah. I gotta ask.
1) What was a hornet doing on your balls in the first place?
2) How did it get through all the hair?
1. I was cooling off out in the back yard after hitting the treadmill, so I was wearing shorts, and the little bastard when right up the right leg of my shorts like he was on a MISSION.
2. How do the squiddys in the Matrix get through the hull of those hovercraft ship thingies? BY TEARING THEIR WAY THROUGH. To get at the inner goodness. Sort of like cracking a walnut, only, you know, hair.
The worst part is SEEING IT HAPPEN, and then REFLEXIVELY PUNCHING YOURSELF IN THE NUTS. And then it stings you a bunch of times ANYWAY.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 11, 2012, 08:55:53 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 11, 2012, 08:53:02 PM
Yeah. I gotta ask.
1) What was a hornet doing on your balls in the first place?
2) How did it get through all the hair?
1. I was cooling off out in the back yard after hitting the treadmill, so I was wearing shorts, and the little bastard when right up the right leg of my shorts like he was on a MISSION.
2. How do the squiddys in the Matrix get through the hull of those hovercraft ship thingies? BY TEARING THEIR WAY THROUGH. To get at the inner goodness. Sort of like cracking a walnut, only, you know, hair.
The worst part is SEEING IT HAPPEN, and then REFLEXIVELY PUNCHING YOURSELF IN THE NUTS. And then it stings you a bunch of times ANYWAY.
Step one: Force target to punch self in balls
Step two: Sting target's balls
Step three: ????
Step four: Prophet
Did you at least manage to smash its little hornet body, find the nest, dowse it with Ronsonol and BURN THE MOTHERFUCKER?
And was it a red one? The red ones are nasty.
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 11, 2012, 09:06:04 PM
Did you at least manage to smash its little hornet body, find the nest, dowse it with Ronsonol and BURN THE MOTHERFUCKER?
And was it a red one? The red ones are nasty.
Bright orange bastard.
This is what I get for
1. The great hornet massacre in August, and
2. Preaching that IN THA NADS shit.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 11, 2012, 09:07:45 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 11, 2012, 09:06:04 PM
Did you at least manage to smash its little hornet body, find the nest, dowse it with Ronsonol and BURN THE MOTHERFUCKER?
And was it a red one? The red ones are nasty.
Bright orange bastard.
We don't even HAVE orange ones. :eek: That color is reserved for scorpions around here.
What the hell. I didn't even know they came in orange.
I wonder if this is linked to the orange lego I found today.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 11, 2012, 10:07:23 PM
What the hell. I didn't even know they came in orange.
Yeah, well, they do. It's REALLY orange, too. Like a traffic cone, if a traffic cone was a venomous creature that has nothing better to do than STING YOU IN THE JUNK.
I'm attempting a cold-brew coffee. Only I went a little bit overboard...
We shall see how ridiculously powerful it is in the morning. I am sure I will be thankful for it, even if it kills every taste bud I have left.
Gave some roses to villager as she was leaving work today along with a get well card. Shes seeing the specialist tomorrow. Also i found out how to send interoffice mail to her.
Also last hour of work. Want to leave something fierce.
Good luck, Twid!
Quote from: Cain on October 11, 2012, 10:30:28 PM
I'm attempting a cold-brew coffee. Only I went a little bit overboard...
We shall see how ridiculously powerful it is in the morning. I am sure I will be thankful for it, even if it kills every taste bud I have left.
How do you go overboard? :lol:
Well, I thought there was a lot less coffee in the bag then there was.
It was about two inches deep. Maybe a little bit more. The press makes four cups of coffee, max.
Okay, I can see how that's overboard. :lulz: Super concentrated!
I'll need it. Tomorrow is the weekly staff meeting, and it's either that or stabbing my own eyes out with a pen.
The NHS could save a bundle on sending operating patients to us before surgery, I tell you.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 11, 2012, 06:49:15 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 11, 2012, 06:03:02 PM
I have a bitch of a headaache and I need to take a shower and go to school and I have a math writing assignment due tomorrow and I have an assessment tomorrow and I have to take a new intern with me oh god I hate training people!
OH HAI CAN YOU TEACH ME HOW TO MAKES BEADS, PLS?
I WOULD LIKE TO BE YOUR COMPETITOR.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 11, 2012, 06:53:24 PM
Amusing: Do a Google image search for "Completely Wrong".
:lulz: That was awesome!
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 11, 2012, 08:55:53 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 11, 2012, 08:53:02 PM
Yeah. I gotta ask.
1) What was a hornet doing on your balls in the first place?
2) How did it get through all the hair?
1. I was cooling off out in the back yard after hitting the treadmill, so I was wearing shorts, and the little bastard when right up the right leg of my shorts like he was on a MISSION.
2. How do the squiddys in the Matrix get through the hull of those hovercraft ship thingies? BY TEARING THEIR WAY THROUGH. To get at the inner goodness. Sort of like cracking a walnut, only, you know, hair.
The worst part is SEEING IT HAPPEN, and then REFLEXIVELY PUNCHING YOURSELF IN THE NUTS. And then it stings you a bunch of times ANYWAY.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: OMG
:potd:
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 11, 2012, 10:24:07 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 11, 2012, 10:07:23 PM
What the hell. I didn't even know they came in orange.
Yeah, well, they do. It's REALLY orange, too. Like a traffic cone, if a traffic cone was a venomous creature that has nothing better to do than STING YOU IN THE JUNK.
It's kind of like a dream come true!
OK, so the ex-bf sent me an email that has the very clear vibe of trying to manipulate me into talking him into getting back together
and I am furious and my stomach is in knots.
I have some replies to this, oh yes, lots of replies, but not yet.Not until I'm not angry anymore. And then I am going to calmly explain what, exactly, was wrong with our relationship, and why it will never, ever happen again.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 11, 2012, 10:24:07 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 11, 2012, 10:07:23 PM
What the hell. I didn't even know they came in orange.
Yeah, well, they do. It's REALLY orange, too. Like a traffic cone, if a traffic cone was a venomous creature that has nothing better to do than STING YOU IN THE JUNK.
Um, dude... Bright orange, traffic cone, made you nail yourself in the junk...
I think that was one of the Nigels. For srs.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 11, 2012, 10:07:23 PM
What the hell. I didn't even know they came in orange.
That must sting.
Haet.
Class is aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalmost over. Thank fucking god. I am going to go home, make hot bourbon tea, and watch the VP debate.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 12, 2012, 12:00:15 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 11, 2012, 10:24:07 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 11, 2012, 10:07:23 PM
What the hell. I didn't even know they came in orange.
Yeah, well, they do. It's REALLY orange, too. Like a traffic cone, if a traffic cone was a venomous creature that has nothing better to do than STING YOU IN THE JUNK.
Um, dude... Bright orange, traffic cone, made you nail yourself in the junk...
I think that was one of the Nigels. For srs.
:lulz:
Not yet 5: page 21?
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 12, 2012, 12:35:59 AM
Haet.
Class is aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalmost over. Thank fucking god. I am going to go home, make hot bourbon tea, and watch the VP debate.
Should we start a VP debate thread? 4 years ago we all went to IRC, but 1) it's dead, and 2) I'm not near a TV tonight.
Quote from: Man Green on October 11, 2012, 11:55:21 PM
OK, so the ex-bf sent me an email that has the very clear vibe of trying to manipulate me into talking him into getting back together
and I am furious and my stomach is in knots.
I have some replies to this, oh yes, lots of replies, but not yet.Not until I'm not angry anymore. And then I am going to calmly explain what, exactly, was wrong with our relationship, and why it will never, ever happen again.
:crankey: also :? How does that even work?
Quote from: Man Green on October 11, 2012, 11:55:21 PM
OK, so the ex-bf sent me an email that has the very clear vibe of trying to manipulate me into talking him into getting back together
and I am furious and my stomach is in knots.
I have some replies to this, oh yes, lots of replies, but not yet.Not until I'm not angry anymore. And then I am going to calmly explain what, exactly, was wrong with our relationship, and why it will never, ever happen again.
CALLED IT.
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on October 12, 2012, 03:00:14 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 11, 2012, 11:55:21 PM
OK, so the ex-bf sent me an email that has the very clear vibe of trying to manipulate me into talking him into getting back together
and I am furious and my stomach is in knots.
I have some replies to this, oh yes, lots of replies, but not yet.Not until I'm not angry anymore. And then I am going to calmly explain what, exactly, was wrong with our relationship, and why it will never, ever happen again.
:crankey: also :? How does that even work?
Manipulative pigfucker + time + counting on a desperate, despondent Nigel = PROFIT.
Of course, there's a flaw in that equation. Item 3, to be precise, plus the insane arrogance of TALKING SOMEONE INTO TALKING YOU INTO GETTING TOGETHER AGAIN.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 03:04:17 AM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on October 12, 2012, 03:00:14 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 11, 2012, 11:55:21 PM
OK, so the ex-bf sent me an email that has the very clear vibe of trying to manipulate me into talking him into getting back together
and I am furious and my stomach is in knots.
I have some replies to this, oh yes, lots of replies, but not yet.Not until I'm not angry anymore. And then I am going to calmly explain what, exactly, was wrong with our relationship, and why it will never, ever happen again.
:crankey: also :? How does that even work?
Manipulative pigfucker + time + counting on a desperate, despondent Nigel = PROFIT.
Of course, there's a flaw in that equation. Item 3, to be precise, plus the insane arrogance of TALKING SOMEONE INTO TALKING YOU INTO GETTING TOGETHER AGAIN.
Yeah, like, just. WHAT.
"Hey, I don't think you're good enough to crawl back to, but I need the ego boost of getting back together with you, so come crawling back to me and maybe I'll think about it."
WHAT.
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on October 12, 2012, 03:06:21 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 03:04:17 AM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on October 12, 2012, 03:00:14 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 11, 2012, 11:55:21 PM
OK, so the ex-bf sent me an email that has the very clear vibe of trying to manipulate me into talking him into getting back together
and I am furious and my stomach is in knots.
I have some replies to this, oh yes, lots of replies, but not yet.Not until I'm not angry anymore. And then I am going to calmly explain what, exactly, was wrong with our relationship, and why it will never, ever happen again.
:crankey: also :? How does that even work?
Manipulative pigfucker + time + counting on a desperate, despondent Nigel = PROFIT.
Of course, there's a flaw in that equation. Item 3, to be precise, plus the insane arrogance of TALKING SOMEONE INTO TALKING YOU INTO GETTING TOGETHER AGAIN.
Yeah, like, just. WHAT.
"Hey, I don't think you're good enough to crawl back to, but I need the ego boost of getting back together with you, so come crawling back to me and maybe I'll think about it."
WHAT.
HEY, IMA TAKE A POKEY STICK AND FUCK WITH THE SKINSAW QUEEN.
And soon I'll be more underground than
anyone.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 03:07:39 AM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on October 12, 2012, 03:06:21 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 03:04:17 AM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on October 12, 2012, 03:00:14 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 11, 2012, 11:55:21 PM
OK, so the ex-bf sent me an email that has the very clear vibe of trying to manipulate me into talking him into getting back together
and I am furious and my stomach is in knots.
I have some replies to this, oh yes, lots of replies, but not yet.Not until I'm not angry anymore. And then I am going to calmly explain what, exactly, was wrong with our relationship, and why it will never, ever happen again.
:crankey: also :? How does that even work?
Manipulative pigfucker + time + counting on a desperate, despondent Nigel = PROFIT.
Of course, there's a flaw in that equation. Item 3, to be precise, plus the insane arrogance of TALKING SOMEONE INTO TALKING YOU INTO GETTING TOGETHER AGAIN.
Yeah, like, just. WHAT.
"Hey, I don't think you're good enough to crawl back to, but I need the ego boost of getting back together with you, so come crawling back to me and maybe I'll think about it."
WHAT.
HEY, IMA TAKE A POKEY STICK AND FUCK WITH THE SKINSAW QUEEN.
And soon I'll be more underground than anyone.
SHE WILL MAKE ME THE HIPSTER KING! THIS IS TOTALLY THE BEST IDEA I'VE EVER HAD!
Oh, also, I heard today that there is space in the Y's preschool program. We're going to be registering monkey tomorrow. This is excellent, because he's been bored and a naughty handful without something occupying his days.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 12, 2012, 12:35:59 AM
Haet.
Class is aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalmost over. Thank fucking god. I am going to go home, make hot bourbon tea, and watch the VP debate.
It's BRUTAL.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 03:14:25 AM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 12, 2012, 12:35:59 AM
Haet.
Class is aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalmost over. Thank fucking god. I am going to go home, make hot bourbon tea, and watch the VP debate.
It's BRUTAL.
So I'm hearing.
LMNO, I think Rog started one already.
Indeed. And I believe there are more lulz and memes that will be generated than previously anticipated.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 12, 2012, 03:34:46 AM
Indeed. And I believe there are more lulz and memes that will be generated than previously anticipated.
CNN's trying to call it a draw.
Perhaps they located Ryan's head & torso after all.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 03:36:14 AM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 12, 2012, 03:34:46 AM
Indeed. And I believe there are more lulz and memes that will be generated than previously anticipated.
CNN's trying to call it a draw.
Perhaps they located Ryan's head & torso after all.
What? The hell it was.
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on October 12, 2012, 03:36:58 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 03:36:14 AM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 12, 2012, 03:34:46 AM
Indeed. And I believe there are more lulz and memes that will be generated than previously anticipated.
CNN's trying to call it a draw.
Perhaps they located Ryan's head & torso after all.
What? The hell it was.
Well, I have to admit that Ryan's got grit. He couldn't hope to win against Biden, but he didn't collapse.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 03:47:57 AM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on October 12, 2012, 03:36:58 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 03:36:14 AM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 12, 2012, 03:34:46 AM
Indeed. And I believe there are more lulz and memes that will be generated than previously anticipated.
CNN's trying to call it a draw.
Perhaps they located Ryan's head & torso after all.
What? The hell it was.
Well, I have to admit that Ryan's got grit. He couldn't hope to win against Biden, but he didn't collapse.
True, it didn't seem that he did.
He still espouses some truly awful stances, though.
I don't get why the commentators are going on about how much Biden was smiling and laughing.
If its as bad a slaughter as you say, I'd be laughing, too. I've done it.
Guess I'll watch it tomorrow. I'm gonna drink booze tea (earl grey + southern comfort + honey = DELICIOUS) and read for school.
The BBC is saying "Biden won on points" but his manner, smirking, condescending etc will have put off voters.
One of my new pet peeves is people who constantly share Onion articles on Facebook.
I get it. You read the Onion. You think it's funny. You know what? I totally know where to find the Onion even if you don't link to it every fucking day.
Going to sleep at 8:45 sucks ass when it means waking up at 2.
I can't even take a pill to sleep because I have to wake up again in four hours and it won't be worn off by then.
For a good few weeks while I was at Uni, I was on Taiwan time. I'd usually go to bed at 8pm, then wake between 2-4 in the morning.
I don't recommend it for anyone who has a schedule more difficult than "see your thesis advisor once a week, attend a seminar once a week, both in the afternoon and less than 10 minutes walk away" though.
Quote from: Cain on October 12, 2012, 10:59:22 AM
For a good few weeks while I was at Uni, I was on Taiwan time. I'd usually go to bed at 8pm, then wake between 2-4 in the morning.
I don't recommend it for anyone who has a schedule more difficult than "see your thesis advisor once a week, attend a seminar once a week, both in the afternoon and less than 10 minutes walk away" though.
Yeah, this is seriously no good. I have math class at 8 and an assessment at 4:30, and a raft of shit to get done in between.
I am now referring to December 20, 2012 as the "Anticlimactalypse".
My girlfriend is jealous because of my new coworker friend that happens to be super gay.
I said that if I were to go gay, it would be with him—as a joke but also because I think he's an awesome dude. Is that so wrong? Do I really come off as that gay/bi?
I thought I had a fairly secure bond with my GF, but the level of flipping out I endured tonight is beyond the pale. I never had her pegged as the jealous type, but this seems to have struck a nerve. She identifies as not only bi, but tending toward the ladies.
Frustratingly,
Net
P.S. - Coworker friend (who has proved to be highly perceptive) decided that I'm a "1" on the Kinsey Scale, and I tend to agree.
You didn't ping my gaydar at all, so I'd say no you don't. And that sucks, man. D:
I ran into something similar. Think about it in terms of equality: You told your lover that someone else was attractive to you.
Let's say your new co-worker was a woman. Would your GF want to hear you say, "If I wasn't dating you, I'd totally hit that"?
I can see that, certainly.
I think it might actually rain today. PIXIE. IT'S NOT CHILLY/DAMP YET. STAPH. COME BACK IN NOVEMBER!
It's been cold here for a couple of weeks, and today it started raining. Can't wait to get down to Israel, I can't deal with this kind of weather. :(
Quote from: The Waffler on October 11, 2012, 06:04:02 PM
Also, eleven days until I go to London for another AFP gig!
Pix, would you and teh Payne want to meet up for a coffee/beer?
We probably won't be able to afford to get to London, (that and Payne haethaethaets London.) but I will check with him what he would like to do.
Quote from: Pixie on October 12, 2012, 05:03:18 PM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 11, 2012, 06:04:02 PM
Also, eleven days until I go to London for another AFP gig!
Pix, would you and teh Payne want to meet up for a coffee/beer?
We probably won't be able to afford to get to London, (that and Payne haethaethaets London.) but I will check with him what he would like to do.
How can you hate London?
Well, walking normally and in no pain today.
The horrible toxins already in residence in my testicles ate that hornet venom for fucking breakfast.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 05:07:36 PM
Quote from: Pixie on October 12, 2012, 05:03:18 PM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 11, 2012, 06:04:02 PM
Also, eleven days until I go to London for another AFP gig!
Pix, would you and teh Payne want to meet up for a coffee/beer?
We probably won't be able to afford to get to London, (that and Payne haethaethaets London.) but I will check with him what he would like to do.
How can you hate London?
This.
And I hope you'll be able to make it. It would be awesome to meet up.
I've only been to London once, years and years ago, and it was everything I wanted it to be: Chaotic, loud, crowded, somewhat dangerous, and ALIVE.
Most of those things are still true, but there are zones of almost rigid law and order in certain parts. Anywhere around Kensington, for example, will be tame as fuck. Barring the occasional dead escort and white collar crime, of course.
Been in the start of my junior year at university (transferred). Seems like things are pretty level right now so I think I'll be visiting (AND POSTING, mind you) more frequently now. That is all.
Quote from: Cain on October 12, 2012, 05:39:26 PM
Most of those things are still true, but there are zones of almost rigid law and order in certain parts. Anywhere around Kensington, for example, will be tame as fuck. Barring the occasional dead escort and white collar crime, of course.
Well, nothing's perfect.
But when I think about The City, I think about London. That's also, I think, because I love the British people, warts and all.
The warts are all.
British people are actually genetically distinct from the rest of humanity: homo sapiens verucca.
What I like about London is that people will be very polite and call you Guv'nor while robbing you blind.
Quote from: The Waffler on October 12, 2012, 06:08:53 PM
What I like about London is that people will be very polite and call you Guv'nor while robbing you blind.
What I like is that they'll tell jokes while they put the boot in on you.
Quote from: Cain on October 12, 2012, 06:05:38 PM
The warts are all.
Oh, I know. It's basically Tucson with a subway system.
(http://www.furmanfoto.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/graveyard_blog.jpg)
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 12, 2012, 03:09:31 PM
I ran into something similar. Think about it in terms of equality: You told your lover that someone else was attractive to you.
Let's say your new co-worker was a woman. Would your GF want to hear you say, "If I wasn't dating you, I'd totally hit that"?
I make money explaining that people don't necessarily fuck everybody they look at or find attractive. :lol:
ETA: NOT putting your GF in that category with people who call me. Just saying it's a common expectation that PEOPLE ARE NEVER GOING TO LOOK AT ANYONE ELSE. :roll:
Looking is one thing. Talking about doing something about it is another.
True. Even with the "if I wasn't dating you" qualifier. It's usually best to just keep this stuff to yourself. :lol:
Yes, unless you have an arrangement/agreement about whether that kind of commentary is OK, it's best to be very careful about that kind of comment. For example, there is a big difference between "If I were gay I think I would find him totally attractive" and "If I were to go gay it would be with him". The first is roughly equivalent to saying "She is not my type but she is very pretty", ie. I am not attracted but I can objectively see why she is attractive to some people, and the second is roughly equivalent to "If I were going to cheat on you it would be with her", ie. I am attracted and the only obstacle to acting on it is that I'm already in a relationship.
I am stressing the fuck out about my homework, because it's about cylinders and functions and I'm not at all sure what I'm supposed to do, and I need to be downtown around 2 so I can get some overdue shit done in the office.
Quote from: Man Green on October 12, 2012, 11:09:21 AM
I am now referring to December 20, 2012 as the "Anticlimactalypse".
I love this. Works with my 'Don't wait...be disappointed NOW!' Mayan meme.
A cylinder is just a top-heavy cone.
You're welcome.
Quote from: vȝx on October 12, 2012, 07:00:08 PM
(http://www.furmanfoto.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/graveyard_blog.jpg)
What's all that green shit?
Mold.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 12, 2012, 08:10:57 PM
Mold.
Oh, okay. Our mold is mostly black. They must not get much sun there.
You fuckers ever have a day where everything just goes RIGHT? Like Mechanical Jesus was running shit, and everything just falls into your lap, without any effort on your part at all?
Yeah. Me neither.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 08:42:46 PM
You fuckers ever have a day where everything just goes RIGHT? Like Mechanical Jesus was running shit, and everything just falls into your lap, without any effort on your part at all?
Yeah. Me neither.
I dunno. Every day at my job, Network Jesus leaves his fingerprints on everything. And God damn, that guy is an asshole.
Well, I have a better shot at it when I close my door. Like right now, door's closed, and everything's dandy.
Annnnd the board died for the weekend, I guess.
I suggested to my mom that she reach me how to do their financial stuff so I could do it Ans get some experience at doing business financial type things. She was intrigued and agreed to do it.
So that's cool. :)
Freeky, that's awesome! My parents are awful at money stuff, I wish they had stuff in that area to teach me!
My mom is good at it simply because their business would be fuckinged royally if she weren't. :lol:
Quote from: Mangrove on October 12, 2012, 07:57:35 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 12, 2012, 11:09:21 AM
I am now referring to December 20, 2012 as the "Anticlimactalypse".
I love this. Works with my 'Don't wait...be disappointed NOW!' Mayan meme.
Y'all will be missed after the rise to the Golden Rainbow Realms. :wave: Hopefully Malachael/Xuitizpochtli and the elf-angels keep you in a comfortable dimension
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 06:39:00 PM
Quote from: Cain on October 12, 2012, 06:05:38 PM
The warts are all.
Oh, I know. It's basically Tucson with a subway system.
So Tuscon lite, because the Underground isn't always trying to eat you?
Quote from: American Jackal on October 13, 2012, 01:21:22 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 06:39:00 PM
Quote from: Cain on October 12, 2012, 06:05:38 PM
The warts are all.
Oh, I know. It's basically Tucson with a subway system.
So Tuscon lite, because the Underground isn't always trying to eat you?
I see you've never ridden the tube. :lol:
I'm pretty sure a drug deal is going down outside my building.
Either that or this is a lot of people to do a late-night delivery of sherbert in clear plastic bags.
Quote from: Cain on October 13, 2012, 01:39:26 AM
I'm pretty sure a drug deal is going down outside my building.
Either that or this is a lot of people to do a late-night delivery of sherbert in clear plastic bags.
That's just the free markey, Cain. Nothing to worry about.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 01:38:59 AM
Quote from: American Jackal on October 13, 2012, 01:21:22 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 06:39:00 PM
Quote from: Cain on October 12, 2012, 06:05:38 PM
The warts are all.
Oh, I know. It's basically Tucson with a subway system.
So Tuscon lite, because the Underground isn't always trying to eat you?
I see you've never ridden the tube. :lol:
There are terrible rumours about the things that happen near the abandoned lines. Or worse, live in them.
I'm not especially afraid of anything human in London, and I don't ride the tube late at night.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 01:38:59 AM
Quote from: American Jackal on October 13, 2012, 01:21:22 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 06:39:00 PM
Quote from: Cain on October 12, 2012, 06:05:38 PM
The warts are all.
Oh, I know. It's basically Tucson with a subway system.
So Tuscon lite, because the Underground isn't always trying to eat you?
I see you've never ridden the tube. :lol:
Actually, I have, for about 5 days, mostly at night, alone.
You know, I haven't had this much fun on PD for a while. I refer, of course, to slapping the stinky hippy around in the barstool thread up in principia discussion.
"I DO NOT LIVE IN A BUBBLE OF PRIVILEGE!"
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:walken:
You can't touch this shit.
:hammer:
:digtbk:
TGRR,
:lulz:
I think it was a good idea to go reserves now. I think it is helping keep my rage circulating.
I'm starting to realize more and more that I'm pretty much Greyface incarnate. I forced myself to show up at a party tonight, and spent the entire time sitting in a corner and trying to avoid eye contact. I mean, here I am, taking an entire philosophy built around the idea of having a good time, and I was surrounded by people to whom it came naturally... And my reaction was aversion. Fear.
And I mean, in general it sucks, realizing that you're no fun at all. But in our case I think it can safely be said that it's morally wrong. So what does that make me?
Quote from: Uncle Wallified on October 13, 2012, 03:55:26 AM
I'm starting to realize more and more that I'm pretty much Greyface incarnate. I forced myself to show up at a party tonight, and spent the entire time sitting in a corner and trying to avoid eye contact. I mean, here I am, taking an entire philosophy built around the idea of having a good time, and I was surrounded by people to whom it came naturally... And my reaction was aversion. Fear.
And I mean, in general it sucks, realizing that you're no fun at all. But in our case I think it can safely be said that it's morally wrong. So what does that make me?
I run into this all the time. But it turns out that the fun I fail to have is usually the fun I have no interest in having. I have plenty of fun, it just doesn't
look like fun to people who think "a good time" is blowing half their lives hob nobbing with fuckweasels they secretly hate.
And it occurs to me that my above post has some pretty horrifying implications about Discordia, in the general vein of "HAPPINESS IS MANDATORY". Which we all know it sure as fuck isn't.
But still, I can't help feeling incredibly guilty about my inability to ever, ever laugh, and then my tendency to analyze it and moralize about the whole thing and feel guilty, which in turn is something to feel guilty over, which in turn is something to feel guilty over, etc.
It seems like my entire thought process is just a neverending loop of misery and guilt.
And then it occurs to me: Maybe I'm just not cut out for Discordia. I mean, I like the ideas. And I like the people. But I myself am a horrible, horrible example of a Discordian. I never enjoy myself. I never take an active part in making the world stranger. I feel like I'm unworthy of it. Incapable of it. I think there's something the rest of you possess that I lack, and maybe it's something that I'll never have. So my choice is obvious: I quit, or I live with being a hypocrite.
Yeah that does suck and it is something I have dealt with. When I lived in Tucson I rarely left my apartment or spoke to my friends for those reasons exactly. I never figured it out, I just moved to the Frozen North for 8 years and rebooted.
Quote from: Uncle Wallified on October 13, 2012, 04:00:11 AM
And then it occurs to me: Maybe I'm just not cut out for Discordia. I mean, I like the ideas. And I like the people. But I myself am a horrible, horrible example of a Discordian. I never enjoy myself. I never take an active part in making the world stranger. I feel like I'm unworthy of it. Incapable of it. I think there's something the rest of you possess that I lack, and maybe it's something that I'll never have. So my choice is obvious: I quit, or I live with being a hypocrite.
BALLS. ABSOLUTE RUBBISH.
Wallified, Discordia does NOT mean you run around with a stupid grin plastered on your face, unless that's how you actually feel.
You're one of us, whether or not you feel like you "are a good example". You had a fucked up time for a lot of years. So did I, in a very different way. Discordia/PD helped me get through that, and it/we will try to do the same for you.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 04:13:03 AM
Quote from: Uncle Wallified on October 13, 2012, 04:00:11 AM
And then it occurs to me: Maybe I'm just not cut out for Discordia. I mean, I like the ideas. And I like the people. But I myself am a horrible, horrible example of a Discordian. I never enjoy myself. I never take an active part in making the world stranger. I feel like I'm unworthy of it. Incapable of it. I think there's something the rest of you possess that I lack, and maybe it's something that I'll never have. So my choice is obvious: I quit, or I live with being a hypocrite.
BALLS. ABSOLUTE RUBBISH.
Wallified, Discordia does NOT mean you run around with a stupid grin plastered on your face, unless that's how you actually feel.
Well, yeah, but it isn't about taking everything DEAD SERIOUS ALL THE FUCKING TIME either, is it?
QuoteYou're one of us, whether or not you feel like you "are a good example". You had a fucked up time for a lot of years. So did I, in a very different way. Discordia/PD helped me get through that, and it/we will try to do the same for you.
It did, once. Then burnout came, as it does, and with it came recoil. Push hard enough in one direction, and eventually everything will just bounce back to hit you in the face. The PD taught me that, and then it went ahead and made an example of itself just to hammer it in.
Quote from: Uncle Wallified on October 13, 2012, 04:17:53 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 04:13:03 AM
Quote from: Uncle Wallified on October 13, 2012, 04:00:11 AM
And then it occurs to me: Maybe I'm just not cut out for Discordia. I mean, I like the ideas. And I like the people. But I myself am a horrible, horrible example of a Discordian. I never enjoy myself. I never take an active part in making the world stranger. I feel like I'm unworthy of it. Incapable of it. I think there's something the rest of you possess that I lack, and maybe it's something that I'll never have. So my choice is obvious: I quit, or I live with being a hypocrite.
BALLS. ABSOLUTE RUBBISH.
Wallified, Discordia does NOT mean you run around with a stupid grin plastered on your face, unless that's how you actually feel.
Well, yeah, but it isn't about taking everything DEAD SERIOUS ALL THE FUCKING TIME either, is it?
If that's you, yeah it is. If you don't like it, you start changing you. I did it, and it wasn't fucking easy, and it's never really complete. But you do it.
Quote
QuoteYou're one of us, whether or not you feel like you "are a good example". You had a fucked up time for a lot of years. So did I, in a very different way. Discordia/PD helped me get through that, and it/we will try to do the same for you.
It did, once. Then burnout came, as it does, and with it came recoil. Push hard enough in one direction, and eventually everything will just bounce back to hit you in the face. The PD taught me that, and then it went ahead and made an example of itself just to hammer it in.
Who the fuck said it's gonna be easy? Or even
interesting, all the time? Or that it's a constant?
Welcome to the human condition. You have to work at it.
Trust me on this, if you never listen to anything else I say.
I think I will be investing a full 15th century harness and pollaxe.
This is a classic "shit or get off the pot" moment. By that I don't mean you need to do anything, really. Only that you need to weigh your options:
- Discordia: some yahoos who believe doing what is right equals doing what they want, with high doses of horror and mirth.
- Other: other yahoos who believe doing what is right equals doing what you're told, with high doses of horror disguised as mirth.
- Nothing: just you, squeaking out an existence between all other forces. dodging bullets 007-style. evading capture. on second thought this is also Discordia, so nevermind.
Just weigh those options for a moment. I don't know what place Discordia occupies in your mind, nor should I. All I know is it's there, and if you don't need it or want it, you should get rid of it. Fuck, that's what it's all about. By doing so you'd only be proving yourself a Discordian, in that you have the guts to throw away a framework of ideas that just don't do it for you anymore.
The problem is you've been infected. You can go whichever way you want, but Discordia is in your genome now, and it's actively rearranging your DNA. It isn't just some philosophy you can pick up and put down again. What you know, you can't un-know. What you've seen can't be unseen. The fact that you are able to question whether you belong is evidence that you do.
Oh, no, no, no, I like this. I like this new train of thought. I've just figured out that our entire philosophy is bullshit, and not only is it bullshit, but it was helpfully pointing out the fact that it was bullshit the entire time. But I couldn't see it. I was so fixated, so desperate to have something to anchor myself to, even if it was the deliberate rejection of the usual anchors, that I swallowed it all even as it told me what it was.
And how magnificent is that? The audacity! The genius of it! How beautifully recursive, how self-contradictory it all is. In suckering me into buying into it, it has made me the ultimate example of everything it was trying to say about humans from the beginning. And so, even in demonstrating itself to be bullshit, it demonstrates itself to be true.
Quote from: Uncle Wallified on October 13, 2012, 04:35:11 AM
Oh, no, no, no, I like this. I like this new train of thought. I've just figured out that our entire philosophy is bullshit, and not only is it bullshit, but it was helpfully pointing out the fact that it was bullshit the entire time. But I couldn't see it. I was so fixated, so desperate to have something to anchor myself to, even if it was the deliberate rejection of the usual anchors, that I swallowed it all even as it told me what it was.
And how magnificent is that? The audacity! The genius of it! How beautifully recursive, how self-contradictory it all is. In suckering me into buying into it, it has made me the ultimate example of everything it was trying to say about humans from the beginning. And so, even in demonstrating itself to be bullshit, it demonstrates itself to be true.
Well, that's no excuse to get all
deep, man.
Quote from: Uncle Wallified on October 13, 2012, 04:35:11 AM
Oh, no, no, no, I like this. I like this new train of thought. I've just figured out that our entire philosophy is bullshit, and not only is it bullshit, but it was helpfully pointing out the fact that it was bullshit the entire time. But I couldn't see it. I was so fixated, so desperate to have something to anchor myself to, even if it was the deliberate rejection of the usual anchors, that I swallowed it all even as it told me what it was.
And how magnificent is that? The audacity! The genius of it! How beautifully recursive, how self-contradictory it all is. In suckering me into buying into it, it has made me the ultimate example of everything it was trying to say about humans from the beginning. And so, even in demonstrating itself to be bullshit, it demonstrates itself to be true.
Just because it's bullshit doesn't mean it isn't valid. There's no need to wander off into nihilism.
And I just got a call from the refinery. My lead mechanic has mashed himself pretty badly with a lifted load.
SON OF A BITCH.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 04:38:32 AM
And I just got a call from the refinery. My lead mechanic has mashed himself pretty badly with a lifted load.
SON OF A BITCH.
Aw man...
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 04:37:08 AM
Quote from: Uncle Wallified on October 13, 2012, 04:35:11 AM
Oh, no, no, no, I like this. I like this new train of thought. I've just figured out that our entire philosophy is bullshit, and not only is it bullshit, but it was helpfully pointing out the fact that it was bullshit the entire time. But I couldn't see it. I was so fixated, so desperate to have something to anchor myself to, even if it was the deliberate rejection of the usual anchors, that I swallowed it all even as it told me what it was.
And how magnificent is that? The audacity! The genius of it! How beautifully recursive, how self-contradictory it all is. In suckering me into buying into it, it has made me the ultimate example of everything it was trying to say about humans from the beginning. And so, even in demonstrating itself to be bullshit, it demonstrates itself to be true.
Just because it's bullshit doesn't mean it isn't valid. There's no need to wander off into nihilism.
Oh, no, it's valid. But I find it hilarious, because it ties in perfectly with something I found a bit of a mindfuck from the beginning. A single sentence: All dichotomies are false. Which doesn't make any sense if you try to follow it logically, because if all dichotomies are false, that includes the true/false dichotomy, rendering the statement totally meaningless. But then the meaningless/meaningful dichotomy is also false, which is itself a meaningless statement, and things get all infinitely recursive from there and I get a headache. And I figured that was chaos, in a nutshell. And it's coming back again.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 04:38:32 AM
And I just got a call from the refinery. My lead mechanic has mashed himself pretty badly with a lifted load.
SON OF A BITCH.
That's terrible. I hope he lives and gets better.
He's gonna be fine. Turns out it just stunned him and fucked up his hard hat.
First aid injury, not even an OSHA recordable. Just a very excitable Filthy Assistant.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 04:56:46 AM
He's gonna be fine. Turns out it just stunned him and fucked up his hard hat.
First aid injury, not even an OSHA recordable. Just a very excitable Filthy Assistant.
:lol: Tell me again why that guy has a problem with government regulation.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 04:38:32 AM
And I just got a call from the refinery. My lead mechanic has mashed himself pretty badly with a lifted load.
SON OF A BITCH.
Fuck
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 04:56:46 AM
He's gonna be fine. Turns out it just stunned him and fucked up his hard hat.
First aid injury, not even an OSHA recordable. Just a very excitable Filthy Assistant.
OH FUCK FA!!!!!
Quote from: Uncle Wallified on October 13, 2012, 04:42:32 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 04:37:08 AM
Quote from: Uncle Wallified on October 13, 2012, 04:35:11 AM
Oh, no, no, no, I like this. I like this new train of thought. I've just figured out that our entire philosophy is bullshit, and not only is it bullshit, but it was helpfully pointing out the fact that it was bullshit the entire time. But I couldn't see it. I was so fixated, so desperate to have something to anchor myself to, even if it was the deliberate rejection of the usual anchors, that I swallowed it all even as it told me what it was.
And how magnificent is that? The audacity! The genius of it! How beautifully recursive, how self-contradictory it all is. In suckering me into buying into it, it has made me the ultimate example of everything it was trying to say about humans from the beginning. And so, even in demonstrating itself to be bullshit, it demonstrates itself to be true.
Just because it's bullshit doesn't mean it isn't valid. There's no need to wander off into nihilism.
Oh, no, it's valid. But I find it hilarious, because it ties in perfectly with something I found a bit of a mindfuck from the beginning. A single sentence: All dichotomies are false. Which doesn't make any sense if you try to follow it logically, because if all dichotomies are false, that includes the true/false dichotomy, rendering the statement totally meaningless. But then the meaningless/meaningful dichotomy is also false, which is itself a meaningless statement, and things get all infinitely recursive from there and I get a headache. And I figured that was chaos, in a nutshell. And it's coming back again.
I think that is probably one of the things I like about Discordia, everything is both bullshit and not bullshit, and there is and isn't a difference between the two anyways.
Because the universe is weirder than you can imagine and is under no compulsion to make any fucking sense.
I'm pretty certain at this point that I'm going to despise being a Metro-Boston resident until May.
Twid,
Got home awhile ago, still wearing jacket.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 13, 2012, 05:06:50 AM
I'm pretty certain at this point that I'm going to despise being a Metro-Boston resident until May.
Twid,
Got home awhile ago, still wearing jacket.
It was 97F here today.
Just saying.
Check PMs, Wallified.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 05:07:45 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 13, 2012, 05:06:50 AM
I'm pretty certain at this point that I'm going to despise being a Metro-Boston resident until May.
Twid,
Got home awhile ago, still wearing jacket.
It was 97F here today.
Just saying.
It rained today. A fair amount. I finally got issued wet weather gear by my reserve unit, at the end of the day, when it stopped raining. Told a bunch of kids to stop crying about how cold it was this morning.
Then the tentacles came out and it was time to centermasstriggersqueezeSCRRAAAAAAAPE
POP
Quote from: American Jackal on October 13, 2012, 05:10:16 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 05:07:45 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 13, 2012, 05:06:50 AM
I'm pretty certain at this point that I'm going to despise being a Metro-Boston resident until May.
Twid,
Got home awhile ago, still wearing jacket.
It was 97F here today.
Just saying.
It rained today. A fair amount. I finally got issued wet weather gear by my reserve unit, at the end of the day, when it stopped raining. Told a bunch of kids to stop crying about how cold it was this morning.
Then the tentacles came out and it was time to centermasstriggersqueezeSCRRAAAAAAAPEPOP
Enjoy your ice age, lowlanders!
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 05:11:42 AM
Quote from: American Jackal on October 13, 2012, 05:10:16 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 05:07:45 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 13, 2012, 05:06:50 AM
I'm pretty certain at this point that I'm going to despise being a Metro-Boston resident until May.
Twid,
Got home awhile ago, still wearing jacket.
It was 97F here today.
Just saying.
It rained today. A fair amount. I finally got issued wet weather gear by my reserve unit, at the end of the day, when it stopped raining. Told a bunch of kids to stop crying about how cold it was this morning.
Then the tentacles came out and it was time to centermasstriggersqueezeSCRRAAAAAAAPEPOP
Enjoy your ice age, lowlanders!
You know why Tuscon floods when it barely rains?
It is Tuscon REJECTING something even more unholy in the rain.
Tuscon keeps you safe from the Things in the Rain.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=NQFMeyWVe3g#t=16s
You'll pay for that.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 05:07:45 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 13, 2012, 05:06:50 AM
I'm pretty certain at this point that I'm going to despise being a Metro-Boston resident until May.
Twid,
Got home awhile ago, still wearing jacket.
It was 97F here today.
Just saying.
My climate preference is Ireland.
And I'm not just saying that because I'm Irish. I've been there in winter and summer. If I could have Boston and Ireland at the same time, I would, right away. Boston's awesome and the climate sucks. Ireland has a stable, but dreary, climate. I'm cool with that, I like rain. And I like temperatures between 40 and 80. I don't like temperatures that exceed 80, let alone go into triple digits, and I don't like temperatures that go below 40, especially if they go into single digits.
Rest of world:
the range of 40-80 is in your French reckoning: 4.4444444-26.6667 Celsius.
Quote from: Mangrove on October 12, 2012, 07:57:35 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 12, 2012, 11:09:21 AM
I am now referring to December 20, 2012 as the "Anticlimactalypse".
I love this. Works with my 'Don't wait...be disappointed NOW!' Mayan meme.
:)
Quote from: American Jackal on October 13, 2012, 05:10:16 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 05:07:45 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 13, 2012, 05:06:50 AM
I'm pretty certain at this point that I'm going to despise being a Metro-Boston resident until May.
Twid,
Got home awhile ago, still wearing jacket.
It was 97F here today.
Just saying.
It rained today. A fair amount. I finally got issued wet weather gear by my reserve unit, at the end of the day, when it stopped raining. Told a bunch of kids to stop crying about how cold it was this morning.
Then the tentacles came out and it was time to centermasstriggersqueezeSCRRAAAAAAAPEPOP
This is one thing I will always hate about Boston.
About a week and a half ago, it was summer conditions. Now it's suddenly fucking January, and it will continue to be January until April. And then we'll have a week and a half of spring and then it will be August.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 12, 2012, 08:05:24 PM
A cylinder is just a top-heavy cone.
You're welcome.
Yes, the formula is pretty straightforward. The assignment itself had me stumped, because it is to form, explain, and prove a conjecture about the relationship between the proportionate increase or decrease of a cylinder and its surface area. All of which is material we have not yet covered. So what I came up with is that the formula to proportionately increase or decrease a cylinder is 2πrc^2(r+h) but I ran out of time to graph it because I have other classes and a job and shit.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 08:42:46 PM
You fuckers ever have a day where everything just goes RIGHT? Like Mechanical Jesus was running shit, and everything just falls into your lap, without any effort on your part at all?
Yeah. Me neither.
I was gonna say.
Yeah, no.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 09:27:55 PM
Annnnd the board died for the weekend, I guess.
I WORKED LATE :crankey:
Just as a comparison, I'm looking at weather.com right now and the temps in Somerville, MA (which is right next to Boston) are:
36F, with windchill, 29F
In Not Murka that means:
2.22222 degrees, but feels like -1.66667
Quote from: Uncle Wallified on October 13, 2012, 04:00:11 AM
And it occurs to me that my above post has some pretty horrifying implications about Discordia, in the general vein of "HAPPINESS IS MANDATORY". Which we all know it sure as fuck isn't.
But still, I can't help feeling incredibly guilty about my inability to ever, ever laugh, and then my tendency to analyze it and moralize about the whole thing and feel guilty, which in turn is something to feel guilty over, which in turn is something to feel guilty over, etc.
It seems like my entire thought process is just a neverending loop of misery and guilt.
And then it occurs to me: Maybe I'm just not cut out for Discordia. I mean, I like the ideas. And I like the people. But I myself am a horrible, horrible example of a Discordian. I never enjoy myself. I never take an active part in making the world stranger. I feel like I'm unworthy of it. Incapable of it. I think there's something the rest of you possess that I lack, and maybe it's something that I'll never have. So my choice is obvious: I quit, or I live with being a hypocrite.
What is this "enjoyment" shit? :lulz:
Seriously, I am not 100% sure that you're getting it, or whether you're just glamorizing what you think it's supposed to be.
You know what I enjoy? Really fucking enjoy? Going to bed early without a morning deadline.
Cooking and feeding my family a delicious meal.
Curling up with a good escapist novel.
Spending the last hour of my day in bed with a really engaging TV show.
An afternoon hike with someone I'm really into.
Giving my kid $100 and spending the afternoon with them at the mall.
Those are things I find ENJOYABLE. Seriously. Give me $500, a hot guy I like, and a beach village, and I will ENJOY THE SHIT out of it.
Quote from: Man Green on October 13, 2012, 06:31:32 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 09:27:55 PM
Annnnd the board died for the weekend, I guess.
I WORKED LATE :crankey:
Don't mind me, I'm just being a sniveling jackass.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 06:41:56 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 13, 2012, 06:31:32 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 09:27:55 PM
Annnnd the board died for the weekend, I guess.
I WORKED LATE :crankey:
Don't mind me, I'm just being a sniveling jackass.
NAHHH, that overstates the point. I get cranky as fuck when I'm home on the weekend and nobody's posting.
I am not sure people ENJOY being Discordians as much as they just do it because complacency is worse.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 06:41:56 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 13, 2012, 06:31:32 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 09:27:55 PM
Annnnd the board died for the weekend, I guess.
I WORKED LATE :crankey:
Don't mind me, I'm just being a sniveling jackass.
To be quite honest, under normal circumstances I would have been at least lurking, but my phone battery was dead and I really didn't feel like recharging it. The first thing I said on PD today was "accepted"
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 13, 2012, 06:45:11 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 06:41:56 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 13, 2012, 06:31:32 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 09:27:55 PM
Annnnd the board died for the weekend, I guess.
I WORKED LATE :crankey:
Don't mind me, I'm just being a sniveling jackass.
To be quite honest, under normal circumstances I would have been at least lurking, but my phone battery was dead and I really didn't feel like recharging it. The first thing I said on PD today was "accepted"
On that note, Villager and I got into probably the most comical argument we've ever had.
Now that we're single and I'm trying to get her back, there is some confusion over the propriety of me driving her home after she has a procedure on Wednesday, where she will be sedated.
She feels like if I drive her, she's taking advantage of me.
I feel like it's an example of how I can be a responsible adult.
:headdesk: :lulz:
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 13, 2012, 06:48:08 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 13, 2012, 06:45:11 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 06:41:56 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 13, 2012, 06:31:32 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 09:27:55 PM
Annnnd the board died for the weekend, I guess.
I WORKED LATE :crankey:
Don't mind me, I'm just being a sniveling jackass.
To be quite honest, under normal circumstances I would have been at least lurking, but my phone battery was dead and I really didn't feel like recharging it. The first thing I said on PD today was "accepted"
On that note, Villager and I got into probably the most comical argument we've ever had.
Now that we're single and I'm trying to get her back, there is some confusion over the propriety of me driving her home after she has a procedure on Wednesday, where she will be sedated.
She feels like if I drive her, she's taking advantage of me.
I feel like it's an example of how I can be a responsible adult.
:headdesk: :lulz:
WHEN GOOD PEOPLE COLLIDE!
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 06:51:19 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 13, 2012, 06:48:08 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 13, 2012, 06:45:11 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 06:41:56 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 13, 2012, 06:31:32 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 12, 2012, 09:27:55 PM
Annnnd the board died for the weekend, I guess.
I WORKED LATE :crankey:
Don't mind me, I'm just being a sniveling jackass.
To be quite honest, under normal circumstances I would have been at least lurking, but my phone battery was dead and I really didn't feel like recharging it. The first thing I said on PD today was "accepted"
On that note, Villager and I got into probably the most comical argument we've ever had.
Now that we're single and I'm trying to get her back, there is some confusion over the propriety of me driving her home after she has a procedure on Wednesday, where she will be sedated.
She feels like if I drive her, she's taking advantage of me.
I feel like it's an example of how I can be a responsible adult.
:headdesk: :lulz:
WHEN GOOD PEOPLE COLLIDE!
I won the argument. I will be proving myself a responsible adult.
Twid,
Definitely has to get that license on Monday or not good outcome.
Obviously you should drive her home. But just as you're opening the door for her, you must ask, "So does this mean we're back together?"
Quote from: V3X on October 13, 2012, 07:02:18 AM
Obviously you should drive her home. But just as you're opening the door for her, you must ask, "So does this mean we're back together?"
You are a bad man.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 13, 2012, 07:02:47 AM
Quote from: V3X on October 13, 2012, 07:02:18 AM
Obviously you should drive her home. But just as you're opening the door for her, you must ask, "So does this mean we're back together?"
You are a bad man.
I blame Bush.
Quote from: V3X on October 13, 2012, 07:02:18 AM
Obviously you should drive her home. But just as you're opening the door for her, you must ask, "So does this mean we're back together?"
:lulz:
Not going to happen. I would drive her home regardless.
Twid,
My ability to take care of her while she is sick or incapacitated has already been proven repeatedly and not in question. It's the me taking care of errands that is in question.
In other words, it's not me driving HER home, it's me DRIVING her home.
I have so much to do in the next couple of days it's not even funny. And I can't help but feel the family tree thing I have to do for one class is a waste of my fucking time. I get why we're doing it. It's a class on the sociology of race and ethnicity and one of the ideas that comes along with that is how immigrants assimilate, but it still feels like a waste of time I can't afford this week.
Urgh. See you all around next weekend, I guess.
I OUGHTTA BE DOING MY HOMEWORK
oops capslock
but instead I'm fucking off online making plans to buy things for making more glass things that I'll never get around to selling.
Well, I ought to be sleeping. But I got all nostalgic and shit and so I popped Icewind Dale II in the CD drive. And it still works like a charm, even after all these years. For a game that was made a decade ago, that's fairly impressive.
Now let's see if I can actually finish it this time...
New boyfriend is teaching me how to use guns.
I am told I am a frighteningly good shot for somebody who's never handled a pistol in her life.
Tomorrow, we put away the 22's and play with the 45's.
Quote from: Luna on October 14, 2012, 02:53:20 AM
New boyfriend is teaching me how to use guns.
I am told I am a frighteningly good shot for somebody who's never handled a pistol in her life.
Tomorrow, we put away the 22's and play with the 45's.
2012: The Lunapocalypse. :lulz:
Quote from: Luna on October 14, 2012, 02:53:20 AM
New boyfriend is teaching me how to use guns.
I am told I am a frighteningly good shot for somebody who's never handled a pistol in her life.
Tomorrow, we put away the 22's and play with the 45's.
Fun!
My dad says that women are almost always better shots than men... he thinks it's because they're less likely to have ego wrapped up in their performance.
I went out this evening briefly, and I am really happy to report that even though this forced inactivity is totally making me fat and I'm still leaking bloody fluid out a hole in my belly, I still look good in a sweater-dress.
Yesterday evening the chicken-supplier turned up. So I spatchcocked six chickens. Dog was very happy with her six little friends (the heads). Very briefly.
How come, in a town with 38% real unemployment, can I not GET and KEEP decent technicians? One of my electricians was sent to a conference in Jacksonville, alongside 3 other employees. He decided, while in Florida, to vent all of his pent up opinions about BLAQUE PEOPLES and HISPANICS and FATASSES.
One of the guys he was travelling with is Hispanic. The lady he is traveling with (who is a real sweetheart, and who fixes everyone's payroll problems) has fought - unsuccessfully - a thyroid problem that has resisted treatment since she was a kid. The OTHER guy gets told by MY guy that everyone in the plant hates him (untrue). Not only did he suck all the fun out of the trip, he also violated our code of conduct, company policy, and ethics standards more often than we can count.
Yeah. He's toast.
My crew is shrinking, I'm relying on outside contractors (one of whom I fired this morning for coming in smelling like a brewery), and it's all turning into a giant puddle of shit.
I hate this fucking place.
Urgh, that sucks.
I ADORE it when people bitch that they don't have a job... when I know for a fact that they a) haven't bothered actually LOOKING, b) have turned down jobs for which they are perfectly capable, but can't be arsed to do because they'd rather fuck around and bitch about being unemployed and broke, or c) have been fired from multiple jobs because they have fucked up repeatedly, often in exactly the same way multiple times.
After working in HR/payroll, I've seen WHY too many people are unemployed... it's because they fucking choose to be unemployable.
Quote from: Luna on October 14, 2012, 05:10:37 PM
Urgh, that sucks.
I ADORE it when people bitch that they don't have a job... when I know for a fact that they a) haven't bothered actually LOOKING, b) have turned down jobs for which they are perfectly capable, but can't be arsed to do because they'd rather fuck around and bitch about being unemployed and broke, or c) have been fired from multiple jobs because they have fucked up repeatedly, often in exactly the same way multiple times.
After working in HR/payroll, I've seen WHY too many people are unemployed... it's because they fucking choose to be unemployable.
Too many, but not all.
Hell, if we ALL got EVERYTHING WE DESERVED, then NOBODY would have a job.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 14, 2012, 04:53:16 PM
How come, in a town with 38% real unemployment, can I not GET and KEEP decent technicians? One of my electricians was sent to a conference in Jacksonville, alongside 3 other employees. He decided, while in Florida, to vent all of his pent up opinions about BLAQUE PEOPLES and HISPANICS and FATASSES.
One of the guys he was travelling with is Hispanic. The lady he is traveling with (who is a real sweetheart, and who fixes everyone's payroll problems) has fought - unsuccessfully - a thyroid problem that has resisted treatment since she was a kid. The OTHER guy gets told by MY guy that everyone in the plant hates him (untrue). Not only did he suck all the fun out of the trip, he also violated our code of conduct, company policy, and ethics standards more often than we can count.
Yeah. He's toast.
My crew is shrinking, I'm relying on outside contractors (one of whom I fired this morning for coming in smelling like a brewery), and it's all turning into a giant puddle of shit.
I hate this fucking place.
This is AMERICA
(TM).
Quote from: Man Green on October 14, 2012, 06:30:47 AM
Quote from: Luna on October 14, 2012, 02:53:20 AM
New boyfriend is teaching me how to use guns.
I am told I am a frighteningly good shot for somebody who's never handled a pistol in her life.
Tomorrow, we put away the 22's and play with the 45's.
Fun!
My dad says that women are almost always better shots than men... he thinks it's because they're less likely to have ego wrapped up in their performance.
Aaand, it's raining. :( Like, pouring down buckets. Outdoor range is not happening unless it cuts it the fuck out.
Quote from: Man Green on October 14, 2012, 06:30:47 AM
Quote from: Luna on October 14, 2012, 02:53:20 AM
New boyfriend is teaching me how to use guns.
I am told I am a frighteningly good shot for somebody who's never handled a pistol in her life.
Tomorrow, we put away the 22's and play with the 45's.
Fun!
My dad says that women are almost always better shots than men... he thinks it's because they're less likely to have ego wrapped up in their performance.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Annie_Oakley
"Oakley's most famous trick is perhaps being able to repeatedly split a playing card, edge-on, and put several more holes in it before it could touch the ground, while using a .22 caliber rifle, at 90 feet."
"Oakley had such good aim that, at his request, she knocked the ashes off a cigarette held by the newly crowned German Kaiser Wilhelm II."
"Throughout her career, it is believed that Oakley taught upwards of 15,000 women how to use a gun. Oakley believed strongly that it was crucial for women to learn how to use a gun, as not only a form of physical and mental exercise, but also to defend themselves. She said:"I would like to see every woman know how to handle [firearms] as naturally as they know how to handle babies."
I love that gal. She's one of my favorite figures of the era.
Agreed. Even Sitting Bull liked her. :)
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 14, 2012, 04:53:16 PM
How come, in a town with 38% real unemployment, can I not GET and KEEP decent technicians? One of my electricians was sent to a conference in Jacksonville, alongside 3 other employees. He decided, while in Florida, to vent all of his pent up opinions about BLAQUE PEOPLES and HISPANICS and FATASSES.
One of the guys he was travelling with is Hispanic. The lady he is traveling with (who is a real sweetheart, and who fixes everyone's payroll problems) has fought - unsuccessfully - a thyroid problem that has resisted treatment since she was a kid. The OTHER guy gets told by MY guy that everyone in the plant hates him (untrue). Not only did he suck all the fun out of the trip, he also violated our code of conduct, company policy, and ethics standards more often than we can count.
Yeah. He's toast.
My crew is shrinking, I'm relying on outside contractors (one of whom I fired this morning for coming in smelling like a brewery), and it's all turning into a giant puddle of shit.
I hate this fucking place.
That's so shitty. I'm sorry.
Quote from: Luna on October 14, 2012, 05:10:37 PM
Urgh, that sucks.
I ADORE it when people bitch that they don't have a job... when I know for a fact that they a) haven't bothered actually LOOKING, b) have turned down jobs for which they are perfectly capable, but can't be arsed to do because they'd rather fuck around and bitch about being unemployed and broke, or c) have been fired from multiple jobs because they have fucked up repeatedly, often in exactly the same way multiple times.
After working in HR/payroll, I've seen WHY too many people are unemployed... it's because they fucking choose to be unemployable.
MY FORMER HOUSEMATE.
Yeah, the one who called me fat and lazy. She hadn't had a job in I don't know how long, was only taking 8 credits a term, no kids, spent a shit ton of money on new tattoos (including one on her neck that says "I PLAN ON NEVER BEING EMPLOYED") and was all self-righteously pissed at the financial aid office for "screwing her over" because "they didn't put her down for work study", making her ineligible for food stamps. Having filled out the FAFSA myself a few times, I am perfectly aware that work study is something you check off your own fucking self. She never actually applied for jobs, instead convincing herself that looking at want ads is somehow the same thing as "looking for a job".
News flash: looking at want ads is "looking for a job" in exactly the same way that watching other people work is "working".
She once told me that she's been fired from every job she's ever had, and shortly thereafter asked me to recommend her to a friend who was hiring.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
Quote from: Man Green on October 14, 2012, 10:58:01 PM
Quote from: Luna on October 14, 2012, 05:10:37 PM
Urgh, that sucks.
I ADORE it when people bitch that they don't have a job... when I know for a fact that they a) haven't bothered actually LOOKING, b) have turned down jobs for which they are perfectly capable, but can't be arsed to do because they'd rather fuck around and bitch about being unemployed and broke, or c) have been fired from multiple jobs because they have fucked up repeatedly, often in exactly the same way multiple times.
After working in HR/payroll, I've seen WHY too many people are unemployed... it's because they fucking choose to be unemployable.
MY FORMER HOUSEMATE.
Yeah, the one who called me fat and lazy. She hadn't had a job in I don't know how long, was only taking 8 credits a term, no kids, spent a shit ton of money on new tattoos (including one on her neck that says "I PLAN ON NEVER BEING EMPLOYED") and was all self-righteously pissed at the financial aid office for "screwing her over" because "they didn't put her down for work study", making her ineligible for food stamps. Having filled out the FAFSA myself a few times, I am perfectly aware that work study is something you check off your own fucking self. She never actually applied for jobs, instead convincing herself that looking at want ads is somehow the same thing as "looking for a job".
News flash: looking at want ads is "looking for a job" in exactly the same way that watching other people work is "working".
She once told me that she's been fired from every job she's ever had, and shortly thereafter asked me to recommend her to a friend who was hiring.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
I have to ask: How in the name of FUCK did you end up with a housemate like that?
Oh boy, sounds like a hell of a winner there.
Quote from: Man Green on October 14, 2012, 10:58:01 PM
Quote from: Luna on October 14, 2012, 05:10:37 PM
Urgh, that sucks.
I ADORE it when people bitch that they don't have a job... when I know for a fact that they a) haven't bothered actually LOOKING, b) have turned down jobs for which they are perfectly capable, but can't be arsed to do because they'd rather fuck around and bitch about being unemployed and broke, or c) have been fired from multiple jobs because they have fucked up repeatedly, often in exactly the same way multiple times.
After working in HR/payroll, I've seen WHY too many people are unemployed... it's because they fucking choose to be unemployable.
MY FORMER HOUSEMATE.
Yeah, the one who called me fat and lazy. She hadn't had a job in I don't know how long, was only taking 8 credits a term, no kids, spent a shit ton of money on new tattoos (including one on her neck that says "I PLAN ON NEVER BEING EMPLOYED") and was all self-righteously pissed at the financial aid office for "screwing her over" because "they didn't put her down for work study", making her ineligible for food stamps. Having filled out the FAFSA myself a few times, I am perfectly aware that work study is something you check off your own fucking self. She never actually applied for jobs, instead convincing herself that looking at want ads is somehow the same thing as "looking for a job".
News flash: looking at want ads is "looking for a job" in exactly the same way that watching other people work is "working".
She once told me that she's been fired from every job she's ever had, and shortly thereafter asked me to recommend her to a friend who was hiring.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
The most amazing part, here, folks, is that Nigel let her LIVE*.
*As far as we know, anyway.
Putting together my promotion packet so I can finally get some stripes. Maybe I'll stop having E5s that are younger than me looking at me like a fucking retard.
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 14, 2012, 11:01:56 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 14, 2012, 10:58:01 PM
Quote from: Luna on October 14, 2012, 05:10:37 PM
Urgh, that sucks.
I ADORE it when people bitch that they don't have a job... when I know for a fact that they a) haven't bothered actually LOOKING, b) have turned down jobs for which they are perfectly capable, but can't be arsed to do because they'd rather fuck around and bitch about being unemployed and broke, or c) have been fired from multiple jobs because they have fucked up repeatedly, often in exactly the same way multiple times.
After working in HR/payroll, I've seen WHY too many people are unemployed... it's because they fucking choose to be unemployable.
MY FORMER HOUSEMATE.
Yeah, the one who called me fat and lazy. She hadn't had a job in I don't know how long, was only taking 8 credits a term, no kids, spent a shit ton of money on new tattoos (including one on her neck that says "I PLAN ON NEVER BEING EMPLOYED") and was all self-righteously pissed at the financial aid office for "screwing her over" because "they didn't put her down for work study", making her ineligible for food stamps. Having filled out the FAFSA myself a few times, I am perfectly aware that work study is something you check off your own fucking self. She never actually applied for jobs, instead convincing herself that looking at want ads is somehow the same thing as "looking for a job".
News flash: looking at want ads is "looking for a job" in exactly the same way that watching other people work is "working".
She once told me that she's been fired from every job she's ever had, and shortly thereafter asked me to recommend her to a friend who was hiring.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
I have to ask: How in the name of FUCK did you end up with a housemate like that?
She was my friend's girlfriend, and they broke up, and she needed a place to stay, and I needed a housemate. I am often naive about character and don't recognize the warning signs of HEY, THIS IS A SHITTY PERSON.
Quote from: American Jackal on October 15, 2012, 02:23:30 AM
Putting together my promotion packet so I can finally get some stripes. Maybe I'll stop having E5s that are younger than me looking at me like a fucking retard.
Good luck Coyote!
Quote from: Luna on October 15, 2012, 01:37:46 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 14, 2012, 10:58:01 PM
Quote from: Luna on October 14, 2012, 05:10:37 PM
Urgh, that sucks.
I ADORE it when people bitch that they don't have a job... when I know for a fact that they a) haven't bothered actually LOOKING, b) have turned down jobs for which they are perfectly capable, but can't be arsed to do because they'd rather fuck around and bitch about being unemployed and broke, or c) have been fired from multiple jobs because they have fucked up repeatedly, often in exactly the same way multiple times.
After working in HR/payroll, I've seen WHY too many people are unemployed... it's because they fucking choose to be unemployable.
MY FORMER HOUSEMATE.
Yeah, the one who called me fat and lazy. She hadn't had a job in I don't know how long, was only taking 8 credits a term, no kids, spent a shit ton of money on new tattoos (including one on her neck that says "I PLAN ON NEVER BEING EMPLOYED") and was all self-righteously pissed at the financial aid office for "screwing her over" because "they didn't put her down for work study", making her ineligible for food stamps. Having filled out the FAFSA myself a few times, I am perfectly aware that work study is something you check off your own fucking self. She never actually applied for jobs, instead convincing herself that looking at want ads is somehow the same thing as "looking for a job".
News flash: looking at want ads is "looking for a job" in exactly the same way that watching other people work is "working".
She once told me that she's been fired from every job she's ever had, and shortly thereafter asked me to recommend her to a friend who was hiring.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
The most amazing part, here, folks, is that Nigel let her LIVE*.
*As far as we know, anyway.
She's still alive, but I did hurt her feelings a little bit.
Quote from: Man Green on October 15, 2012, 02:40:27 AM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 14, 2012, 11:01:56 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 14, 2012, 10:58:01 PM
Quote from: Luna on October 14, 2012, 05:10:37 PM
Urgh, that sucks.
I ADORE it when people bitch that they don't have a job... when I know for a fact that they a) haven't bothered actually LOOKING, b) have turned down jobs for which they are perfectly capable, but can't be arsed to do because they'd rather fuck around and bitch about being unemployed and broke, or c) have been fired from multiple jobs because they have fucked up repeatedly, often in exactly the same way multiple times.
After working in HR/payroll, I've seen WHY too many people are unemployed... it's because they fucking choose to be unemployable.
MY FORMER HOUSEMATE.
Yeah, the one who called me fat and lazy. She hadn't had a job in I don't know how long, was only taking 8 credits a term, no kids, spent a shit ton of money on new tattoos (including one on her neck that says "I PLAN ON NEVER BEING EMPLOYED") and was all self-righteously pissed at the financial aid office for "screwing her over" because "they didn't put her down for work study", making her ineligible for food stamps. Having filled out the FAFSA myself a few times, I am perfectly aware that work study is something you check off your own fucking self. She never actually applied for jobs, instead convincing herself that looking at want ads is somehow the same thing as "looking for a job".
News flash: looking at want ads is "looking for a job" in exactly the same way that watching other people work is "working".
She once told me that she's been fired from every job she's ever had, and shortly thereafter asked me to recommend her to a friend who was hiring.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
I have to ask: How in the name of FUCK did you end up with a housemate like that?
She was my friend's girlfriend, and they broke up, and she needed a place to stay, and I needed a housemate. I am often naive about character and don't recognize the warning signs of HEY, THIS IS A SHITTY PERSON.
I got stuck that way once. "Your girlfriend? Sure, no problem." :horrormirth:
She used to disappear for the whole weekend ("I'm going to the store! BRB!") and leave her four year old.
"Friend's girlfriend" is no longer considered a recommendation. :lol:
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 15, 2012, 03:02:08 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 15, 2012, 02:40:27 AM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 14, 2012, 11:01:56 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 14, 2012, 10:58:01 PM
Quote from: Luna on October 14, 2012, 05:10:37 PM
Urgh, that sucks.
I ADORE it when people bitch that they don't have a job... when I know for a fact that they a) haven't bothered actually LOOKING, b) have turned down jobs for which they are perfectly capable, but can't be arsed to do because they'd rather fuck around and bitch about being unemployed and broke, or c) have been fired from multiple jobs because they have fucked up repeatedly, often in exactly the same way multiple times.
After working in HR/payroll, I've seen WHY too many people are unemployed... it's because they fucking choose to be unemployable.
MY FORMER HOUSEMATE.
Yeah, the one who called me fat and lazy. She hadn't had a job in I don't know how long, was only taking 8 credits a term, no kids, spent a shit ton of money on new tattoos (including one on her neck that says "I PLAN ON NEVER BEING EMPLOYED") and was all self-righteously pissed at the financial aid office for "screwing her over" because "they didn't put her down for work study", making her ineligible for food stamps. Having filled out the FAFSA myself a few times, I am perfectly aware that work study is something you check off your own fucking self. She never actually applied for jobs, instead convincing herself that looking at want ads is somehow the same thing as "looking for a job".
News flash: looking at want ads is "looking for a job" in exactly the same way that watching other people work is "working".
She once told me that she's been fired from every job she's ever had, and shortly thereafter asked me to recommend her to a friend who was hiring.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
I have to ask: How in the name of FUCK did you end up with a housemate like that?
She was my friend's girlfriend, and they broke up, and she needed a place to stay, and I needed a housemate. I am often naive about character and don't recognize the warning signs of HEY, THIS IS A SHITTY PERSON.
I got stuck that way once. "Your girlfriend? Sure, no problem." :horrormirth:
She used to disappear for the whole weekend ("I'm going to the store! BRB!") and leave her four year old.
"Friend's girlfriend" is no longer considered a recommendation. :lol:
SRSLY.
This is a long boring post about my winter wardrobe.
So, basically the deal is that I can't wear pants that afford me any level of dignity. This is temporary, but in the meantime the weather is getting colder and I need something besides my trusty cargo dresses, plus I am hesitant to purchase anything as fit-specific as good pants until after the abdominal swelling goes down and I have been restored to my normal activity level, since it would be dumb to blow a bunch of money on pants that don't fit a year later.
In addition, almost all my clothes fall into artist, formal, or hussy categories, and none of those categories are really appropriate for working with foster children or for impressing the people I need to impress. So, I was brainstorming a winter uniform that would be as flawlessly easy to put together in the morning, even hung over, as my summer uniform, and concluded that my best bet is the slightly chunky but short sweater dress, which I can add leggings and leg warmers to as needed and is perfect with boots, easy to accessorize with belts and shit, and has the potential to either look young and hip or middle-aged therapisty... so even if I miss the mark with young and hip, at least I'll still hit middle-aged therapist.
I'm trying to WALK THE LINE, here!
So I took a break from homework and picked up Miz B and we went to Goodwill, where I found two serviceable but not super-cute gray sweater dresses, and a 7-pack of large men's undershirts for like $3. I love those things, they make great slips! Anyway, then we went to Marshall's and they had two pretty cute ones for about $15 each, so I bought those. Then we went to Ross, and MOTHERFUCKINGLODE! I kind of wished I hadn't bought the Goodwill ones, because holy shit, there were so many more way cuter ones! I might even go back and check it out after I look at my finances and see if I can pick up a couple more. I bought three at Ross, so now I have seven sweater dresses and I paid roughly $90.
I AM RICH WITH SWEATER DRESSES!
I still need a couple pairs of leggings, but probably I can pick those up on sale here and there. And leg warmers.
Nothing wrong with that...It could be worse than "middle age therapist". I mean, after all, in 10 years, we'll both be wearing awful cardigans and complimenting each other on how dashing we look.
I'm sort of banking on early senility, here.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 15, 2012, 03:32:35 AM
Nothing wrong with that...It could be worse than "middle age therapist". I mean, after all, in 10 years, we'll both be wearing awful cardigans and complimenting each other on how dashing we look.
I'm sort of banking on early senility, here.
Three words:
Wooden bead necklace.
It's my future!
Quote from: Man Green on October 15, 2012, 03:49:16 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 15, 2012, 03:32:35 AM
Nothing wrong with that...It could be worse than "middle age therapist". I mean, after all, in 10 years, we'll both be wearing awful cardigans and complimenting each other on how dashing we look.
I'm sort of banking on early senility, here.
Three words:
Wooden bead necklace.
It's my future!
PLEASE COME TO TUCSON IN THE SPRINGTIME
WE CAN RANCH CATS AND LIVE IN FILTH
(Apologies to Dave Loggins)
It's raining
I tried to get NoLoDeMiel to dig me a swale beside the house today, but he wasn't going for it.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 15, 2012, 03:51:16 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 15, 2012, 03:49:16 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 15, 2012, 03:32:35 AM
Nothing wrong with that...It could be worse than "middle age therapist". I mean, after all, in 10 years, we'll both be wearing awful cardigans and complimenting each other on how dashing we look.
I'm sort of banking on early senility, here.
Three words:
Wooden bead necklace.
It's my future!
PLEASE COME TO TUCSON IN THE SPRINGTIME
WE CAN RANCH CATS AND LIVE IN FILTH
(Apologies to Dave Loggins)
YOU CAN SELL YOUR BODY ON THE ROADSIDE
BY AN ARROYO HERE I HOPE TO BE DRUNK SOON
Quote from: Man Green on October 15, 2012, 04:00:51 AM
It's raining
I tried to get NoLoDeMiel to dig me a swale beside the house today, but he wasn't going for it.
Beat him with shitty sticks until he gets on it.
Quote from: Man Green on October 15, 2012, 04:02:57 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 15, 2012, 03:51:16 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 15, 2012, 03:49:16 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 15, 2012, 03:32:35 AM
Nothing wrong with that...It could be worse than "middle age therapist". I mean, after all, in 10 years, we'll both be wearing awful cardigans and complimenting each other on how dashing we look.
I'm sort of banking on early senility, here.
Three words:
Wooden bead necklace.
It's my future!
PLEASE COME TO TUCSON IN THE SPRINGTIME
WE CAN RANCH CATS AND LIVE IN FILTH
(Apologies to Dave Loggins)
YOU CAN SELL YOUR BODY ON THE ROADSIDE
BY AN ARROYO HERE I HOPE TO BE DRUNK SOON
:lulz:
I think I just pooped a bit.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 15, 2012, 04:03:05 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 15, 2012, 04:00:51 AM
It's raining
I tried to get NoLoDeMiel to dig me a swale beside the house today, but he wasn't going for it.
Beat him with shitty sticks until he gets on it.
Shit and sticks, I got. Man, I got a lot of those.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 15, 2012, 04:03:30 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 15, 2012, 04:02:57 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 15, 2012, 03:51:16 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 15, 2012, 03:49:16 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 15, 2012, 03:32:35 AM
Nothing wrong with that...It could be worse than "middle age therapist". I mean, after all, in 10 years, we'll both be wearing awful cardigans and complimenting each other on how dashing we look.
I'm sort of banking on early senility, here.
Three words:
Wooden bead necklace.
It's my future!
PLEASE COME TO TUCSON IN THE SPRINGTIME
WE CAN RANCH CATS AND LIVE IN FILTH
(Apologies to Dave Loggins)
YOU CAN SELL YOUR BODY ON THE ROADSIDE
BY AN ARROYO HERE I HOPE TO BE DRUNK SOON
:lulz:
I think I just pooped a bit.
It's eerie how well it adapts, isn't it?
I've always kind of thought it was a nice tradition, but If I accidentally spawn, remind me
not to use family names. They're all perfectly serviceable, excluding Scholastique because who the fuck names their kid Scholastique? But they're infuriatingly to deal with when trying to sort family trees. If I see one more Jean Louis, John, James, Jean Baptiste, Mary, or any variation thereof before I die, it will be too soon.
Quote from: Man Green on October 15, 2012, 04:00:51 AM
It's raining
I tried to get NoLoDeMiel to dig me a swale beside the house today, but he wasn't going for it.
Whatcha want one of those for?
So, pardon some emo-blather, TMI, but things are looking rough in the WHN household. Trouble in paradise and all that. You'd think 9 years and a couple of great kids and putting yourself on the line for someone, day in and day out, would count for something. I guess that serves me right for being a hopeless romantic.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 15, 2012, 04:05:19 AM
I've always kind of thought it was a nice tradition, but If I accidentally spawn, remind me not to use family names. They're all perfectly serviceable, excluding Scholastique because who the fuck names their kid Scholastique? But they're infuriatingly to deal with when trying to sort family trees. If I see one more Jean Louis, John, James, Jean Baptiste, Mary, or any variation thereof before I die, it will be too soon.
Quote from: Man Green on October 15, 2012, 04:00:51 AM
It's raining
I tried to get NoLoDeMiel to dig me a swale beside the house today, but he wasn't going for it.
Whatcha want one of those for?
So the rain will stop going in the basement where its kind ain't appreciated.
Aaah. I was unaware your basement had a flooding problem.
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on October 15, 2012, 04:08:13 AM
So, pardon some emo-blather, TMI, but things are looking rough in the WHN household. Trouble in paradise and all that. You'd think 9 years and a couple of great kids and putting yourself on the line for someone, day in and day out, would count for something. I guess that serves me right for being a hopeless romantic.
That sucks, dude. :( Sorry to hear that.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 15, 2012, 04:10:13 AM
Aaah. I was unaware your basement had a flooding problem.
It has a Portland problem. :lol:
The dry basement is like a unicorn, in this town. But there are degrees of wet, and I would love mine to be less wet.
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on October 15, 2012, 04:08:13 AM
So, pardon some emo-blather, TMI, but things are looking rough in the WHN household. Trouble in paradise and all that. You'd think 9 years and a couple of great kids and putting yourself on the line for someone, day in and day out, would count for something. I guess that serves me right for being a hopeless romantic.
I'm sorry to hear that, RWHN. Marital issues suck, a lot, and I feel bad for anyone going through them, regardless of our previous personal animosity.
Quote from: Man Green on October 15, 2012, 04:21:12 AM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 15, 2012, 04:10:13 AM
Aaah. I was unaware your basement had a flooding problem.
It has a Portland problem. :lol:
The dry basement is like a unicorn, in this town. But there are degrees of wet, and I would love mine to be less wet.
We get around that here by not having basements.
Texas: Said "fuck it" a long time ago.
Thanks, I appreciate that. It certainly does suck.
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on October 15, 2012, 04:08:13 AM
So, pardon some emo-blather, TMI, but things are looking rough in the WHN household. Trouble in paradise and all that. You'd think 9 years and a couple of great kids and putting yourself on the line for someone, day in and day out, would count for something. I guess that serves me right for being a hopeless romantic.
Sorry to hear that, dude.
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 15, 2012, 04:38:16 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 15, 2012, 04:21:12 AM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 15, 2012, 04:10:13 AM
Aaah. I was unaware your basement had a flooding problem.
It has a Portland problem. :lol:
The dry basement is like a unicorn, in this town. But there are degrees of wet, and I would love mine to be less wet.
We get around that here by not having basements.
Texas: Said "fuck it" a long time ago.
HEY
YOU PEOPLE DON'T EVEN HAVE RAIN! :argh!:
I'm living in a unicorn until the two awesome people upstairs move to New York next month. At least I hope it's a unicorn because all of our stuff is down here...oh sweet baby jesus, please be a unicorn.
We're settling in nicely here. Everyone we live with are outstanding, intelligent bipeds and are funny to boot. Good times.
The call center job is turning out to be far more interesting than I'd imagined. No real gaping assholes in the workplace yet so it's looking like a relatively low-stress gig.
Quote from: Net on October 15, 2012, 06:54:03 AM
I'm living in a unicorn until the two awesome people upstairs move to New York next month. At least I hope it's a unicorn because all of our stuff is down here...oh sweet baby jesus, please be a unicorn.
We're settling in nicely here. Everyone we live with are outstanding, intelligent bipeds and are funny to boot. Good times.
The call center job is turning out to be far more interesting than I'd imagined. No real gaping assholes in the workplace yet so it's looking like a relatively low-stress gig.
That's awesome! I hope it turns out as well as it seems like it's going to.
Shit, sorry, RWHN, that sucks a ton. Hope y'all can work it out.
I don't normally drink cider, but HC took me out to a cider bar the other night and I had a couple of ciders, and I did not feel sick the next day. So, I tried it again last night, and yep. Not sick.
I don't really understand, but I can roll with it. It's nice to have something I can catch a buzz on without destroying my next day.
Infantile alcoholic drink of last week: Absinth + Jägermeister. Ew. Tastes like the next morning.
Quote from: Net on October 15, 2012, 06:54:03 AM
I'm living in a unicorn until the two awesome people upstairs move to New York next month. At least I hope it's a unicorn because all of our stuff is down here...oh sweet baby jesus, please be a unicorn.
We're settling in nicely here. Everyone we live with are outstanding, intelligent bipeds and are funny to boot. Good times.
The call center job is turning out to be far more interesting than I'd imagined. No real gaping assholes in the workplace yet so it's looking like a relatively low-stress gig.
Sounds awesome! Also, loving the idea of unicorn as a condition or a state of mind. Will definitely start using that.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 15, 2012, 04:05:19 AM
They're all perfectly serviceable, excluding Scholastique because who the fuck names their kid Scholastique?
Isn't that an explosive used by militant archivists?
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on October 15, 2012, 04:08:13 AM
So, pardon some emo-blather, TMI, but things are looking rough in the WHN household. Trouble in paradise and all that. You'd think 9 years and a couple of great kids and putting yourself on the line for someone, day in and day out, would count for something. I guess that serves me right for being a hopeless romantic.
Thing is, this shit happens in EVERY marriage from time to time. Other thing is,
keep your temper in check.
It turns out that if you whack a particle hard enough, a photon comes out. No matter what you do, you can't get the photon back in the particle...Words are like that, too. Treacherous things. Once you SAY them, you can't jam them back in your mouth. Contain your butthurt, and say "I love you" instead of offgassing said butthurt and/or resentment.
Man Yellow has the right of it. Even if you feel justified, don't get defensive and say "Yeah? Well YOU..." or go on and on about how much you do for her and the kids or any of that stuff.
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Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 15, 2012, 04:38:16 AM
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Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 15, 2012, 04:10:13 AM
Aaah. I was unaware your basement had a flooding problem.
It has a Portland problem. :lol:
The dry basement is like a unicorn, in this town. But there are degrees of wet, and I would love mine to be less wet.
We get around that here by not having basements.
Texas: Said "fuck it" a long time ago.
HEY
YOU PEOPLE DON'T EVEN HAVE RAIN! :argh!:
Occasionally we do. It comes down like a cow pissing on a rock for about 20 minutes, floods the streets and then turns to steam.
:lulz: We get that kind of rain, too
Quote from: Man Green on October 15, 2012, 01:09:06 PM
I don't normally drink cider, but HC took me out to a cider bar the other night and I had a couple of ciders, and I did not feel sick the next day. So, I tried it again last night, and yep. Not sick.
I don't really understand, but I can roll with it. It's nice to have something I can catch a buzz on without destroying my next day.
CIDER BARS, PORTLAND HAS CIDER BARS. :argh!: I'm lucky if a bar carries cider at all.
Also, yay for not being sick!
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 15, 2012, 02:26:37 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 15, 2012, 04:05:19 AM
They're all perfectly serviceable, excluding Scholastique because who the fuck names their kid Scholastique?
Isn't that an explosive used by militant archivists?
Possibly. :lulz:
It's possible that hard cider might still be distilled from apples.
Ever notice how they don't have to list ingredients on alcohol? Ever wonder WTF is in shit like Bud Light? :x
Most are, I believe.
This is a good question.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 15, 2012, 04:17:54 PM
:lulz: We get that kind of rain, too
Quote from: Man Green on October 15, 2012, 01:09:06 PM
I don't normally drink cider, but HC took me out to a cider bar the other night and I had a couple of ciders, and I did not feel sick the next day. So, I tried it again last night, and yep. Not sick.
I don't really understand, but I can roll with it. It's nice to have something I can catch a buzz on without destroying my next day.
CIDER BARS, PORTLAND HAS CIDER BARS. :argh!: I'm lucky if a bar carries cider at all.
Also, yay for not being sick!
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 15, 2012, 02:26:37 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 15, 2012, 04:05:19 AM
They're all perfectly serviceable, excluding Scholastique because who the fuck names their kid Scholastique?
Isn't that an explosive used by militant archivists?
Possibly. :lulz:
We know too much. Leln is gonna kill us both.
D: D: D: D: D:
And then Leln killed every PDer except me, and I alone have survived to tell thee.
:cry:
I grow...Bored.
I feel... stressed.
Everybody I work for is a demanding moron.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 15, 2012, 07:12:54 PM
I feel... stressed.
Everybody I work for is a demanding moron.
Same here. This is why I agree to everything, but do nothing.
Anyway, I got so bored that I started writing bios on the old timers.
Our hellfire preacher has taken up residence on the platform outside. He elected to talk about Islam and I'm contemplating printing off a list of the names of Allah and handing it to him before walking off. If nothing else, the subsequent sputtering and NU UH!ing from him ought to be funny.
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Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 15, 2012, 04:10:13 AM
Aaah. I was unaware your basement had a flooding problem.
It has a Portland problem. :lol:
The dry basement is like a unicorn, in this town. But there are degrees of wet, and I would love mine to be less wet.
We get around that here by not having basements.
Texas: Said "fuck it" a long time ago.
HEY
YOU PEOPLE DON'T EVEN HAVE RAIN! :argh!:
Occasionally we do. It comes down like a cow pissing on a rock for about 20 minutes, floods the streets and then turns to steam.
Yep, that's what I thought.
Texas = Hell.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 15, 2012, 04:17:54 PM
:lulz: We get that kind of rain, too
Quote from: Man Green on October 15, 2012, 01:09:06 PM
I don't normally drink cider, but HC took me out to a cider bar the other night and I had a couple of ciders, and I did not feel sick the next day. So, I tried it again last night, and yep. Not sick.
I don't really understand, but I can roll with it. It's nice to have something I can catch a buzz on without destroying my next day.
CIDER BARS, PORTLAND HAS CIDER BARS. :argh!: I'm lucky if a bar carries cider at all.
Also, yay for not being sick!
Oh hell yeah... this is apple country! There are all kinds of weird ritual cider pressings and apple festivals and shit, with weird names like "Scrumpyfest". HC even pressed his own apples and is brewing 5 gallons of cider in his basement right now.
I've never really given much thought to cider, but it looks like it's my drink of choice now. :lol:
SO
I went to school and had my math class, where we spent two hours talking about function transformations. For some reason most of that time was spent talking about vertical transformations of cosine functions, and I am sure that there is so much more to it that we haven't covered, but holy shit I was starting to lose my mind by the end every time another classmate opened their mouth with a question. It moves up, it moves down, it stretches, it compresses, it inverts, SHUT UP WHY DO YOU NEED THAT EXPLAINED MORE?
Then I read for an hour and went to psych class but it was canceled due to instructor illness and I am all ONOES!!! :cry: Last week the psych prof, who is adorable, came in to work even though she cracked two ribs and contracted pneumonia, and now she's out sick oh god! I hope she's OK.
So I thought this would be a good time to go to Sketchy J Tires and get some new-to-me salvaged tires because I almost fell off a bridge on Friday due to no tread and rain, but when I got home there was a letter from OHP saying that to complete my application for health coverage, the needed me to apply for unemployment. Which I am not actually eligible for, as far as I know. Man, I'd love to be, but yeah, the self-employed and students can go fuck themselves as far as the unemployment division is concerned. So I tried to call and it was busy, so I went online and applied, and it took an hour and a half. Which seems like an unreasonably long time for an application with a foregone conclusion.
Anyway, no new tires, and it's time for my weekly trip to the Fortress so they can tell me there's still a hole in my belly and that I should keep sticking gauze in it.
Wish me luck.
Quote from: Man Green on October 15, 2012, 09:54:22 PM
So I thought this would be a good time to go to Sketchy J Tires and get some new-to-me salvaged tires because I almost fell off a bridge on Friday due to no tread and rain,
THAT WASN'T THE RAIN.
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Wish me luck.
Good luck!
I got my work contract extended to the end of the year. My boss is fighting furiously with his bosses to approve of a budget that can keep me. I like my boss. I'm not so sure about his bosses, though.
Also, learning php, html5 and xhtml. So far I've learned this: :?
Also also: I'm going to play my sad ukulele ballad version of I Got Erection to Turbonegro on saturday. Not sure if good or bad.
Also also also: My kinda-sorta-not-really-but-yeah-but-no-but-yeah-but girlfriend is becoming slightly jealous. Again, not sure if good or bad.
Waffle: doing "it's complicated" like no one's business. Hope your boss gets to keep you.
Quote from: Man Green on October 15, 2012, 09:43:51 PM
Oh hell yeah... this is apple country! There are all kinds of weird ritual cider pressings and apple festivals and shit, with weird names like "Scrumpyfest". HC even pressed his own apples and is brewing 5 gallons of cider in his basement right now.
I've never really given much thought to cider, but it looks like it's my drink of choice now. :lol:
I am jealous.
Also, good luck!
Back in the studio, back online.
Heya, spags.
There's a hole in my foot.
Can you keep spare change in it?
Greetings, spags. I have a new phone number to give out if you lot aren't
SCURRED.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 15, 2012, 11:50:57 PM
Can you keep spare change in it?
Not yet, but I think if I get the big one out I can fit a dutch penny in there.
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on October 15, 2012, 11:54:17 PM
Greetings, spags. I have a new phone number to give out if you lot aren't
SCURRED.
TERRAFIED.
It occurs to me that I've never seen Squiddy and Refridgerator Perry in the same room.
Well, I've never seen you and Scatman Crothers together, either.
COINCIDENCE?
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 16, 2012, 12:42:46 AM
Well, I've never seen you and Scatman Crothers together, either.
COINCIDENCE?
Hush, you. There's plenty more room out there in the washes.
Anyway, Stella and I just FINALLY got busted on the freethinkers FB page. They googled my name there, and found PD.
I saw that on FB. What kind of troll were you two running?
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 16, 2012, 01:33:00 AM
I saw that on FB. What kind of troll were you two running?
The "we're really interested but we have doubts" troll.
Now testing Broze's principles, see if he bans me for this business.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 15, 2012, 07:00:09 PM
And then Leln killed every PDer except me, and I alone have survived to tell thee.
:cry:
Accuse her of anything except not having a sense of humor. There are no guarantees you won't be standing in a blasted wasteland when you get it though.
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Quote from: Man Yellow on October 15, 2012, 07:00:09 PM
And then Leln killed every PDer except me, and I alone have survived to tell thee.
:cry:
Accuse her of anything except not having a sense of humor. There are no guarantees you won't be standing in a blasted wasteland when you get it though.
Well, I didn't say she didn't kill everyone in an AMUSING way.
By the way, check out the "old-timers" thread.
Also, the Free Thinkers are lurking as we speak. LOL.
"What sort of horrible bastards are they?"
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 16, 2012, 02:03:12 AM
"What sort of horrible bastards are they?"
:lulz:
That's my problem, Alphapance. I have all the wrong values. It's a disgrace, really.
Also, these jackasses listen to a guy (Derrick Broze) that tells them that refusing to vote is
empowering. No shit.
:lulz:
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Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 16, 2012, 02:03:12 AM
"What sort of horrible bastards are they?"
:lulz:
That's my problem, Alphapance. I have all the wrong values. It's a disgrace, really.
Also, these jackasses listen to a guy (Derrick Broze) that tells them that refusing to vote is empowering. No shit.
:lulz:
Sweet fucking hell, that's just...
They BUY that shit? And they're HERE?
Fuck, hang on, I have some old deeds for bridges, lemme get 'em dusted off and the dates scraped off and fixed...
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Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 16, 2012, 02:03:12 AM
"What sort of horrible bastards are they?"
:lulz:
That's my problem, Alphapance. I have all the wrong values. It's a disgrace, really.
Also, these jackasses listen to a guy (Derrick Broze) that tells them that refusing to vote is empowering. No shit.
:lulz:
Sweet fucking hell, that's just...
They BUY that shit? And they're HERE?
Fuck, hang on, I have some old deeds for bridges, lemme get 'em dusted off and the dates scraped off and fixed...
Most of them think Alex Jones is a credible source, and that Ron Paul is gonna SAVE AMERICA.
Oh, and did you know that you can STICK IT TO THE MAN by DELIBERATELY REMAINING POOR
1 and planting a little garden?
1 No shit.
"Help maintain the status quo! That'll show 'em!"
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 16, 2012, 02:13:31 AM
"Help maintain the status quo! That'll show 'em!"
IF I LEAVE THE SYSTEM, IT WILL LEAVE ME ALONE!
\
:hippie:
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Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 16, 2012, 02:03:12 AM
"What sort of horrible bastards are they?"
:lulz:
That's my problem, Alphapance. I have all the wrong values. It's a disgrace, really.
Also, these jackasses listen to a guy (Derrick Broze) that tells them that refusing to vote is empowering. No shit.
:lulz:
Sweet fucking hell, that's just...
They BUY that shit? And they're HERE?
Fuck, hang on, I have some old deeds for bridges, lemme get 'em dusted off and the dates scraped off and fixed...
Most of them think Alex Jones is a credible source, and that Ron Paul is gonna SAVE AMERICA.
Oh, and did you know that you can STICK IT TO THE MAN by DELIBERATELY REMAINING POOR1 and planting a little garden?
1 No shit.
Daym.
Side note, my downstairs neighbors have let me know that they plan to raise chickens in the back yard.
Note, my bedroom window faces (and has the only window overlooking) the back yard.
I grew up in farm country. I KNOW what goddamned chicken coops smell like, and if a fucking rooster wakes me up, I WILL wring its goddamned neck.
Coq au vin comes early this year!
For those of you looking for extra :lulz: in your diet... www.houstonfreethinkers.com
:argh!:
This crowd of buttchugger intelligentsia won't let me in!
Quote from: Richter, Baron von on October 16, 2012, 02:40:41 AM
:argh!:
This crowd of buttchugger intelligentsia won't let me in!
Did they actually deny you, or have they just not activated you?
Also, see www.houstonfreethinkers.com for all the yucks you can handle.
The FB version. Checking here too.
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Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 16, 2012, 02:03:12 AM
"What sort of horrible bastards are they?"
:lulz:
That's my problem, Alphapance. I have all the wrong values. It's a disgrace, really.
Also, these jackasses listen to a guy (Derrick Broze) that tells them that refusing to vote is empowering. No shit.
:lulz:
Sweet fucking hell, that's just...
They BUY that shit? And they're HERE?
Fuck, hang on, I have some old deeds for bridges, lemme get 'em dusted off and the dates scraped off and fixed...
Most of them think Alex Jones is a credible source, and that Ron Paul is gonna SAVE AMERICA.
Oh, and did you know that you can STICK IT TO THE MAN by DELIBERATELY REMAINING POOR1 and planting a little garden?
1 No shit.
One of my friends from my last unit is like that. It's so mind boggling.
PROBABLY BECAUSE OF DEVIL MARRYWANNA!
(http://i.imgur.com/XSuoV.jpg)
What the glorious fuck? :lulz:
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 16, 2012, 03:21:37 AM
PROBABLY BECAUSE OF DEVIL MARRYWANNA!
(http://i.imgur.com/XSuoV.jpg)
BAHAHAHAHAHAHA
First all-nighter of the semester! Had coffee so that I may be a little miserable while writing my paper, because I inexplicably work best a little miserable, got my tiny-ass work space all set, got tea, and I'm all set.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 16, 2012, 03:32:36 AM
First all-nighter of the semester! Had coffee so that I may be a little miserable while writing my paper, because I inexplicably work best a little miserable, got my tiny-ass work space all set, got tea, and I'm all set.
I can't write a proper rant unless:
1. I'm too coffee'd up
2. I'm pissed at the whole board for F5ing, and
3. I'm stressed like a bastard.
I once took 6 months off of work (just before this job) to write. I couldn't do SHIT.
Coffee makes me a little sick, so it's my go-to for easy misery, and I work best under pressure. No deadline = no work, pretty much.
I'm with ya dok. It kind of pisses me off that when I'm most busy, I have the most ideas.
Some how my essay on a Wordworth poem feels like it is about to segue into how loving a city is a terrible and transgressive perversion, and that he is a terrible pervert.
Brings a whole new meaning to "metrosexual."
DOOOO EEEEET.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 16, 2012, 01:11:57 AM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 16, 2012, 12:42:46 AM
Well, I've never seen you and Scatman Crothers together, either.
COINCIDENCE?
Hush, you. There's plenty more room out there in the washes.
Anyway, Stella and I just FINALLY got busted on the freethinkers FB page. They googled my name there, and found PD.
QuoteOk, everyone can I get your attention. There is an issue i would like to bring to all who use this FB page. You know and have seen Hamish Howl post on here. Some think they are a troll or a bot. I do not know really. However, i have some information to share on Mr. Howl. I would like to post to you a conversation between the two of us and what I found afterwards.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
I have a really unacceptable amount of homework to do and a math midterm Friday. :(
Plus I think, but am not sure, that I'm overdue on a paper. But maybe not. I don't have time to do homework today, I have class until 1 and I have to work at 2 and I won't be home until 7 and I have to feed my kids and shit.
You know that feeling you get when you know you just can't get it all done, but it all HAS to get done?
Yes. I call it, "my work week."
Hence the increase of F5.
THE COFFEE POT IN THE BREAK ROOM IS BROKEN
OH FUCK
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There's a hole in my foot.
Further proof that Nigel is contagious.
Oops!
If I plant it, will it grow a Nigel tree?
Yes, yes it will. And that's what happened to the city of Ubar (Iram of the Pillars).
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There's a hole in my foot.
Further proof that Nigel is contagious.
Oops!
If I plant it, will it grow a Nigel tree?
That would violate 100 separate international treatises.
The EU has already said that if we pull that shit, they'll throw us out.
This depression shit can just go the hell away now.
Walking is doing nothing to help and the words in my head refuse to come out on paper or screen in any sort of coherent manner.
They just keep circling around and around and around
Quote from: Sita on October 16, 2012, 07:01:10 PM
This depression shit can just go the hell away now.
Walking is doing nothing to help and the words in my head refuse to come out on paper or screen in any sort of coherent manner.
They just keep circling around and around and around
Go read your entry in "old timers".
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 16, 2012, 07:04:04 PM
Quote from: Sita on October 16, 2012, 07:01:10 PM
This depression shit can just go the hell away now.
Walking is doing nothing to help and the words in my head refuse to come out on paper or screen in any sort of coherent manner.
They just keep circling around and around and around
Go read your entry in "old timers".
:lol: Thanks for that
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 16, 2012, 05:52:46 PM
Yes. I call it, "my work week."
Hence the increase of F5.
Yeah, well, it's not just you. I've been watching lifts out in the refinery all day, and come back to NO NEW POSTS.
It's all of PD. It will pass or it won't.
Is everything defaulting to MAIN?
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 16, 2012, 07:48:22 PM
Is everything defaulting to MAIN?
I had somehow hoped that would prove to at least be interesting.
This is more like a George Romero flick. They shuffle along, VIEWing, then leave when nothing interesting happens. Why does nothing interesting happen? Because everyone's doing nothing while waiting for something interesting to happen.
I did my part. My fingertips are calloused from typing. I can at least have a clean conscience on THAT, if nothing else.
My Notes app in my iphone is filled with small one off ideas that need expanding. Maybe I'll just start a bunch of threads just spilling that crap out before they're developed.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 16, 2012, 07:58:36 PM
My Notes app in my iphone is filled with small one off ideas that need expanding. Maybe I'll just start a bunch of threads just spilling that crap out before they're developed.
I think I'll lock my office and take a nap or some shit.
Two hour nap + tasty sammich = much more functional Garbo. Library couches are a semi-comfortable godsend, but I didn't mean to sleep through my sociology class today. Oops.
Also, do nevar give me coffee. Made me sicker this time than before.
I have some things kicking around I might finish 'n' post when I am no longer cold turkey'd out of PD.
"Cold turkey'd out of PD?"
I lose 70% of my will power after about two am. I had shit to do so I downloaded a program called "cold turkey" that blocked my access to here, facebook, and a couple other places so I could force myself to stop fucking around.
I may have been over zealous in the duration of the block, but I have yet another paper due Thursday so it may be just as well.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 16, 2012, 08:17:38 PM
I lose 70% of my will power after about two am. I had shit to do so I downloaded a program called "cold turkey" that blocked my access to here, facebook, and a couple other places so I could force myself to stop fucking around.
I may have been over zealous in the duration of the block, but I have yet another paper due Thursday so it may be just as well.
One day you'll come back and there'll be nothing but Hirley0, still trying to explain the deal.
Seriously. Not because you took time out to do your homework, but because sooner or later, people will stop coming by to see if anyone else has written or said anything interesting.
That Hirley's beginning to make sense is a little worrisome, and yes.
My friend's on TV!
In a political ad...
for the other party...
and I was the first to tell her...
:horrormirth:
Can't post much from work, at all, any more... Mostly 'cause I'm in training, so I have a neurotic nitwit over my shoulder all day, but also because I had to replace my phone. It doesn't have a physical keyboard, just the onscreen one. Takes me ten fucking minutes just to type a text.
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There's a hole in my foot.
Further proof that Nigel is contagious.
Oops!
If I plant it, will it grow a Nigel tree?
Yes!
But it will also hail the end of civilization, so be careful.
I just logged my hours at my internship and I'm working MORE since my surgery, not less. I need to fix that.
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Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on October 15, 2012, 11:50:24 PM
There's a hole in my foot.
Further proof that Nigel is contagious.
Oops!
If I plant it, will it grow a Nigel tree?
Yes!
But it will also hail the end of civilization, so be careful.
:lulz:
I was up last night until 3am playing, of all things, Magic: The Gathering. Hadn't played in about 5 years, and I was debating whether to store my meagre collection or give it away, then it turned out my friend who was here also used to play, and about two hours of sorting and choosing later we started playing... I lost three times, insisting on another round every time to redeem my lost honor.
I have SO DAMN MUCH TO DO today but I'm tired and it's already noon and all I've done so far is breakfast, coffee, cigarette #1, and FB+PDCOM.
There are boxes to be packed, goddammit! Not to mention all the bureaucracy! Next Wednesday I fly home. WTF.
So, hopefully, you won't be seeing me much until tomorrow. Oh yeah, and new nick+avatar, yay.
I have something brewing, a rant or something, but I'm having severe trouble putting sentences together nowadays. I'm completely unable to write even a semi-coherent paragraph and it's pissing me off to no end.
Quote from: The Waffler on October 17, 2012, 12:41:56 PM
I have something brewing, a rant or something, but I'm having severe trouble putting sentences together nowadays. I'm completely unable to write even a semi-coherent paragraph and it's pissing me off to no end.
Maybe switch it to a different medium to get those juices flowing?
At work there is a fatwa against having your phone even slightly out of your pocket or any writing implement on your desk. This has stoked my desire to write things to the point I've actually been doing it a bit at home.
It's been a long time since I've willingly written up a multi-pager, but the new directions my life is going apparently has shaken loose some cobwebs and oddly aroused an inelegant but studious drive to make sound glyphs emanate from my upper extremities.
Quote from: The Waffler on October 17, 2012, 12:41:56 PM
I have something brewing, a rant or something, but I'm having severe trouble putting sentences together nowadays. I'm completely unable to write even a semi-coherent paragraph and it's pissing me off to no end.
Have you tried turning it off and on again?
No writing implement at your desk? What the hell?
Ergh. I'm pretty sure I would stroke out if I had to work a job like that. You've got fortitude, sir.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 17, 2012, 01:04:03 PM
Ergh. I'm pretty sure I would stroke out if I had to work a job like that. You've got fortitude, sir.
Well, I'm only a few weeks in, so we'll see if your generous assessment is accurate in due time.
It is the cream of the crop of call centers though, whatever that means, according to people who have worked in the godforsaken "field".
Dood fahkin belgian chocolate coffee dood.
Some admin is going to be getting a xmas gift from me when i find out who does the ordering.
RE: not coming, not posting;
I still like you guys. Miss you, too. I suspect my absence hasn't been noted, as such. I am at a place/moment intersection where simply being is, maybe not hard, but I am left with no words that anyone would find interesting at the end of the day. Been introspective quite a bit, sometimes.
But this wordlessness isn't just on the interbutts, IRL people have made mention of it a couple times. So either it'll pass, and I'll be back with words, or it won't, and I'll be back to lurk.
Hope you're back with words soon, Freeky.
Quote from: Net on October 17, 2012, 01:08:52 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 17, 2012, 01:04:03 PM
Ergh. I'm pretty sure I would stroke out if I had to work a job like that. You've got fortitude, sir.
Well, I'm only a few weeks in, so we'll see if your generous assessment is accurate in due time.
It is the cream of the crop of call centers though, whatever that means, according to people who have worked in the godforsaken "field".
Does that mean there isn't terrible yellow lighting and that the floors don't flex when walked on by more than two people? Are your superiors not rule nazis?
I really hate the "kids nowadays are [x negative trait]. We were never like that!" thing. We were. You just don't remember it, grandpa.
Also, Vex, FB is telling me it's your birfday. Is this correct or am I confusing you for someone else?
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 17, 2012, 05:00:29 PM
Also, Vex, FB is telling me it's your birfday. Is this correct or am I confusing you for someone else?
It is absolutely NOT my birthday. That doesn't happen until 12/13.
But you can send me presents anyway, if you want.
NO BIRFDAY FOR YOU.
Okay, whoever it is, happy birfday.
In the hospital family center while I wait for Villager's procedure to happen and finish.
Fortunately, they have a laptop here.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 17, 2012, 12:49:45 PM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 17, 2012, 12:41:56 PM
I have something brewing, a rant or something, but I'm having severe trouble putting sentences together nowadays. I'm completely unable to write even a semi-coherent paragraph and it's pissing me off to no end.
Maybe switch it to a different medium to get those juices flowing?
Perhaps. I have heaps of note books lying around. I'mma try that.
Quote from: Net on October 17, 2012, 12:54:25 PM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 17, 2012, 12:41:56 PM
I have something brewing, a rant or something, but I'm having severe trouble putting sentences together nowadays. I'm completely unable to write even a semi-coherent paragraph and it's pissing me off to no end.
Have you tried turning it off and on again?
Yes. Didn't work. Had a raging semi all day long.
I may do some writing myself.
I'm glad I brought my notebook with me today. I might be here for quite a bit, and I don't want to hog the laptop for the whole time.
1) Stay on laptop until a queue of irate people form behind you
2) Google "viral meningitis" and launch into a coughing fit
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on October 17, 2012, 05:48:52 PM
1) Stay on laptop until a queue of irate people form behind you
2) Google "viral meningitis" and launch into a coughing fit
:lulz:
It's rather empty in here actually, though the people at the check in desk said I'll probably be here for another two hours.
Also got to break the news about the exoplanet around Alpha Centauri B to her. Mentioned it would be an awesome place to do a music video.
In a real funk, and it only seems to be getting worse. Especially when my brain seems to be actively working against me trying to pull myself out of it. If I just stop and relax for a bit, I worry that I should be doing something, or I'm forgetting to do something or WHY ARE YOU JUST SITTING THERE NOT DOING THE LAUNDRY/CLEANING/COOKING/SOMETHING. If I go out and genuinely have fun and enjoy myself, I immediately feel guilty about it because you must have done something wrong, look at how stupid you must have looked, EVERYONE KNOWS YOU LOOKED LIKE AN ASS. They were just being nice because they felt bad, you know they're talking about you now. FFS, I can barely spend a day with my parents without thinking I screwed it up somehow.
So then I don't do anything so that I can't make myself feel bad about it later. But I WANT to go out and talk to people, so I get more depressed, and withdrawn, resentful and angry and start lashing out at those around me. Feel bad about it later, and so on. And it builds up, and I'm stressed all the time and just so tired. And how do you explain that to anyone without sounding completely insane?
And this is all TMI, and probably won't do any good, but I just....don't know.
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 17, 2012, 06:32:11 PM
In a real funk, and it only seems to be getting worse. Especially when my brain seems to be actively working against me trying to pull myself out of it. If I just stop and relax for a bit, I worry that I should be doing something, or I'm forgetting to do something or WHY ARE YOU JUST SITTING THERE NOT DOING THE LAUNDRY/CLEANING/COOKING/SOMETHING. If I go out and genuinely have fun and enjoy myself, I immediately feel guilty about it because you must have done something wrong, look at how stupid you must have looked, EVERYONE KNOWS YOU LOOKED LIKE AN ASS. They were just being nice because they felt bad, you know they're talking about you now. FFS, I can barely spend a day with my parents without thinking I screwed it up somehow.
So then I don't do anything so that I can't make myself feel bad about it later. But I WANT to go out and talk to people, so I get more depressed, and withdrawn, resentful and angry and start lashing out at those around me. Feel bad about it later, and so on. And it builds up, and I'm stressed all the time and just so tired. And how do you explain that to anyone without sounding completely insane?
And this is all TMI, and probably won't do any good, but I just....don't know.
That sucks. Wish I could help.
Do you jog? Roger suggested that I start hitting the treadmill. I haven't yet because... well I don't have a good reason.
Have you tried taking a hike and eating a sammich? Those feelings sound really familiar, and that's one way I've had some success shutting them up for a bit. YMMV.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on October 17, 2012, 06:36:58 PM
Have you tried taking a hike and eating a sammich? Those feelings sound really familiar, and that's one way I've had some success shutting them up for a bit. YMMV.
I got to admit, sandwiches make me feel pretty good too. Probably because they're a minimal effort food with maximum satisfaction.
^^^ That. I find that privately word-vomiting everything I'm feeling/what I suspect the causes are and then going to a jog help me pull out of depressions and/or prevent me from sliding into one in the first place. Give it a try?
Also sammiches and naps are wonderful things after a run.
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 17, 2012, 06:32:11 PM
And how do you explain that to anyone without sounding completely insane?
Personally, I think this may be a key to the solution. Do you have anyone who you can talk to without them judging or trying to "help" or "fix the problem"?
Dunno your situation, but this sounds like the perfect fit for talk therapy, if you can get it.
Ah, whoops, the helping bit.
But, I found talk therapy pretty effective myself.
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 17, 2012, 06:32:11 PM
In a real funk, and it only seems to be getting worse. Especially when my brain seems to be actively working against me trying to pull myself out of it. If I just stop and relax for a bit, I worry that I should be doing something, or I'm forgetting to do something or WHY ARE YOU JUST SITTING THERE NOT DOING THE LAUNDRY/CLEANING/COOKING/SOMETHING. If I go out and genuinely have fun and enjoy myself, I immediately feel guilty about it because you must have done something wrong, look at how stupid you must have looked, EVERYONE KNOWS YOU LOOKED LIKE AN ASS. They were just being nice because they felt bad, you know they're talking about you now. FFS, I can barely spend a day with my parents without thinking I screwed it up somehow.
So then I don't do anything so that I can't make myself feel bad about it later. But I WANT to go out and talk to people, so I get more depressed, and withdrawn, resentful and angry and start lashing out at those around me. Feel bad about it later, and so on. And it builds up, and I'm stressed all the time and just so tired. And how do you explain that to anyone without sounding completely insane?
And this is all TMI, and probably won't do any good, but I just....don't know.
It's simple, really. You lack Slack. You worry about what other people think of you. You worry that having a good time is somehow BADWRONG. In many people, this leads them to join religious groups that frown on fun entirely. In others, it leads to the situation you find yourself in.
That's the EASY part. The hard part is doing something ABOUT it. My advice is to work with a therapist, combined with some exercise. Assuming you can AFFORD a therapist. If you can't, talk to Nigel, who may have some information on how to find publicly funded therapy. If this turns out not to be an option, then there's The Cure. That should be considered a last resort, of course, as it tends to turn you into a 44 year old, bitter old man that hates everyone and spends all his time NOT giving a shit what most people think. That does, believe it or not, have some downsides.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 17, 2012, 06:35:55 PM
Do you jog? Roger suggested that I start hitting the treadmill. I haven't yet because... well I don't have a good reason.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 07:15:31 PM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 17, 2012, 06:35:55 PM
Do you jog? Roger suggested that I start hitting the treadmill. I haven't yet because... well I don't have a good reason.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
And that is largely the essence of why I'm in what I'm in now.
I've always been really bad about going out and exercising. My solution was to sign up for a 5k last Saturday that a bunch of my family was doing to raise money for colon cancer (after my uncle died of it in June).
If you can't manage to just get up and do it - and it's really that simple, then try to find a way to peer pressure yourself into doing it.
And hey, turns out it was fun as hell and you feel great afterwards. I've run a mile twice in my life so it was a real challenge to do 3.1 and an actual accomplishment to finish it. Just get out there, even if you have to trick yourself into it.
I don't feel like I got as much outdoor activity this summer/fall as usual, so that could have something to do with it. Only one good hike, too :( Or at least something to do with it not getting better. I probably should just start at least walking around the apartment complex parking lots if/since I can't seem to drag anyone else with me. Boyfriend and I are thinking of joining gym for the winter if we can afford it so that might help, and also with the tiredness/self-esteem issues too. Just to drag myself out of the house at least, since even if I'm being all tired/depressed at home I feel like I have the
potential to do some cleaning (Jesus, WTF with the cleaning). Once I do stuff I feel better, but the trick is making that step (and not feeling bad about it later).
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 17, 2012, 06:49:48 PM
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 17, 2012, 06:32:11 PM
And how do you explain that to anyone without sounding completely insane?
Personally, I think this may be a key to the solution. Do you have anyone who you can talk to without them judging or trying to "help" or "fix the problem"?
Dunno your situation, but this sounds like the perfect fit for talk therapy, if you can get it.
Yea, that's part of the problem I think. I don't feel real comfortable honestly venting to most people, so I bottle it up and it gets worse, and little bits of crazy start leaking out here and there. With most friends/family I'd feel judged and/or, more likely, get some variation of "LOL that's silly/crazy. You're fine! Cheer up! It's all in your head (yea, no shit)! Be happy!" which just leaves me feeling stupid for saying anything in the first place.
My boyfriend's probably the only one IRL that I trust not to judge me, but then I feel bad for spilling crazy all over him, which I probably shouldn't since it's better than exploding crazy at him at random intervals for reasons he can't understand since by that point I'm no longer rational, just hurt. Occassionally, he'll do the "well then stop" but not in the same patronizing way I feel I get from other people and usually more in a cheer up/we don't have time to talk about this right now since we're both getting ready for work right now/I feel bad but don't know to fix it/etc. I suppose I need better times to bring it up, but then, hate to spoil a good moment with sad things and all.
I have been debating going back to a therapist. Just need to convince myself to open up, that it's ok to do that instead of cleaning, and that even though "nothing's wrong", something might be, a little bit.
Thanks all, it does help to vent without the "LOL you're fine!" response
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 07:13:22 PM
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 17, 2012, 06:32:11 PM
In a real funk, and it only seems to be getting worse. Especially when my brain seems to be actively working against me trying to pull myself out of it. If I just stop and relax for a bit, I worry that I should be doing something, or I'm forgetting to do something or WHY ARE YOU JUST SITTING THERE NOT DOING THE LAUNDRY/CLEANING/COOKING/SOMETHING. If I go out and genuinely have fun and enjoy myself, I immediately feel guilty about it because you must have done something wrong, look at how stupid you must have looked, EVERYONE KNOWS YOU LOOKED LIKE AN ASS. They were just being nice because they felt bad, you know they're talking about you now. FFS, I can barely spend a day with my parents without thinking I screwed it up somehow.
So then I don't do anything so that I can't make myself feel bad about it later. But I WANT to go out and talk to people, so I get more depressed, and withdrawn, resentful and angry and start lashing out at those around me. Feel bad about it later, and so on. And it builds up, and I'm stressed all the time and just so tired. And how do you explain that to anyone without sounding completely insane?
And this is all TMI, and probably won't do any good, but I just....don't know.
It's simple, really. You lack Slack. You worry about what other people think of you. You worry that having a good time is somehow BADWRONG. In many people, this leads them to join religious groups that frown on fun entirely. In others, it leads to the situation you find yourself in.
That's the EASY part. The hard part is doing something ABOUT it. My advice is to work with a therapist, combined with some exercise. Assuming you can AFFORD a therapist. If you can't, talk to Nigel, who may have some information on how to find publicly funded therapy. If this turns out not to be an option, then there's The Cure. That should be considered a last resort, of course, as it tends to turn you into a 44 year old, bitter old man that hates everyone and spends all his time NOT giving a shit what most people think. That does, believe it or not, have some downsides.
(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/1715856/clips/PD/THECURE.png)
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 17, 2012, 07:22:05 PM
Yea, that's part of the problem I think. I don't feel real comfortable honestly venting to most people, so I bottle it up and it gets worse, and little bits of crazy start leaking out here and there. With most friends/family I'd feel judged and/or, more likely, get some variation of "LOL that's silly/crazy. You're fine! Cheer up! It's all in your head (yea, no shit)! Be happy!" which just leaves me feeling stupid for saying anything in the first place.
One side effect of The Cure is that these people won't speak to you for MONTHS. If ever.
Assbags. "Be happy". I'LL SHOW YOU HAPPY, YOU GODDAMN TWITS! HOLD STILL!
Quote from: V3X on October 17, 2012, 07:26:51 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 07:13:22 PM
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 17, 2012, 06:32:11 PM
In a real funk, and it only seems to be getting worse. Especially when my brain seems to be actively working against me trying to pull myself out of it. If I just stop and relax for a bit, I worry that I should be doing something, or I'm forgetting to do something or WHY ARE YOU JUST SITTING THERE NOT DOING THE LAUNDRY/CLEANING/COOKING/SOMETHING. If I go out and genuinely have fun and enjoy myself, I immediately feel guilty about it because you must have done something wrong, look at how stupid you must have looked, EVERYONE KNOWS YOU LOOKED LIKE AN ASS. They were just being nice because they felt bad, you know they're talking about you now. FFS, I can barely spend a day with my parents without thinking I screwed it up somehow.
So then I don't do anything so that I can't make myself feel bad about it later. But I WANT to go out and talk to people, so I get more depressed, and withdrawn, resentful and angry and start lashing out at those around me. Feel bad about it later, and so on. And it builds up, and I'm stressed all the time and just so tired. And how do you explain that to anyone without sounding completely insane?
And this is all TMI, and probably won't do any good, but I just....don't know.
It's simple, really. You lack Slack. You worry about what other people think of you. You worry that having a good time is somehow BADWRONG. In many people, this leads them to join religious groups that frown on fun entirely. In others, it leads to the situation you find yourself in.
That's the EASY part. The hard part is doing something ABOUT it. My advice is to work with a therapist, combined with some exercise. Assuming you can AFFORD a therapist. If you can't, talk to Nigel, who may have some information on how to find publicly funded therapy. If this turns out not to be an option, then there's The Cure. That should be considered a last resort, of course, as it tends to turn you into a 44 year old, bitter old man that hates everyone and spends all his time NOT giving a shit what most people think. That does, believe it or not, have some downsides.
(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/1715856/clips/PD/THECURE.png)
I can't see that. What is it?
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 07:13:22 PM
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 17, 2012, 06:32:11 PM
In a real funk, and it only seems to be getting worse. Especially when my brain seems to be actively working against me trying to pull myself out of it. If I just stop and relax for a bit, I worry that I should be doing something, or I'm forgetting to do something or WHY ARE YOU JUST SITTING THERE NOT DOING THE LAUNDRY/CLEANING/COOKING/SOMETHING. If I go out and genuinely have fun and enjoy myself, I immediately feel guilty about it because you must have done something wrong, look at how stupid you must have looked, EVERYONE KNOWS YOU LOOKED LIKE AN ASS. They were just being nice because they felt bad, you know they're talking about you now. FFS, I can barely spend a day with my parents without thinking I screwed it up somehow.
So then I don't do anything so that I can't make myself feel bad about it later. But I WANT to go out and talk to people, so I get more depressed, and withdrawn, resentful and angry and start lashing out at those around me. Feel bad about it later, and so on. And it builds up, and I'm stressed all the time and just so tired. And how do you explain that to anyone without sounding completely insane?
And this is all TMI, and probably won't do any good, but I just....don't know.
It's simple, really. You lack Slack. You worry about what other people think of you. You worry that having a good time is somehow BADWRONG. In many people, this leads them to join religious groups that frown on fun entirely. In others, it leads to the situation you find yourself in.
That's the EASY part. The hard part is doing something ABOUT it. My advice is to work with a therapist, combined with some exercise. Assuming you can AFFORD a therapist. If you can't, talk to Nigel, who may have some information on how to find publicly funded therapy. If this turns out not to be an option, then there's The Cure. That should be considered a last resort, of course, as it tends to turn you into a 44 year old, bitter old man that hates everyone and spends all his time NOT giving a shit what most people think. That does, believe it or not, have some downsides.
Yes, this, a qualified therapist. I mean, we all THINK stuff like that (and worse...) sometimes, but when it takes over and keeps you from doing things, it's time to get somebody to show you how to put the brakes on the shit. Good luck, keep us posted.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 17, 2012, 07:20:20 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 07:15:31 PM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 17, 2012, 06:35:55 PM
Do you jog? Roger suggested that I start hitting the treadmill. I haven't yet because... well I don't have a good reason.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
And that is largely the essence of why I'm in what I'm in now.
Twid, I wish to FUCK I was on a treadmill.
I'm having a Very Special Day. Moved across town to a new neigborhood recently and when I took the dog out last night, I was cutting across parking lots ans stepped over a four inch curb.
There was a three foot drop on the other side and I landed on the side of my assbone. I can't put weight on my right leg AT ALL, I'm scooting around like a dog dragging his ass on the carpet.
I don't think anything broke, nothing feels out of place or feverish, just swollen and sore as fuck. I'm gonna give it a couple of days and if I don't see any improvement I'll go to the ER for an X ray, but I don't want to have to do that because it's Seguin and they're incompetent. They'd probably amputate my GOOD leg if I let them.
GET ON THE FUCKING TREADMILL, TWID. TREADMILL ROCKS FROM HERE.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 07:30:20 PM
Quote from: V3X on October 17, 2012, 07:26:51 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 07:13:22 PM
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 17, 2012, 06:32:11 PM
In a real funk, and it only seems to be getting worse. Especially when my brain seems to be actively working against me trying to pull myself out of it. If I just stop and relax for a bit, I worry that I should be doing something, or I'm forgetting to do something or WHY ARE YOU JUST SITTING THERE NOT DOING THE LAUNDRY/CLEANING/COOKING/SOMETHING. If I go out and genuinely have fun and enjoy myself, I immediately feel guilty about it because you must have done something wrong, look at how stupid you must have looked, EVERYONE KNOWS YOU LOOKED LIKE AN ASS. They were just being nice because they felt bad, you know they're talking about you now. FFS, I can barely spend a day with my parents without thinking I screwed it up somehow.
So then I don't do anything so that I can't make myself feel bad about it later. But I WANT to go out and talk to people, so I get more depressed, and withdrawn, resentful and angry and start lashing out at those around me. Feel bad about it later, and so on. And it builds up, and I'm stressed all the time and just so tired. And how do you explain that to anyone without sounding completely insane?
And this is all TMI, and probably won't do any good, but I just....don't know.
It's simple, really. You lack Slack. You worry about what other people think of you. You worry that having a good time is somehow BADWRONG. In many people, this leads them to join religious groups that frown on fun entirely. In others, it leads to the situation you find yourself in.
That's the EASY part. The hard part is doing something ABOUT it. My advice is to work with a therapist, combined with some exercise. Assuming you can AFFORD a therapist. If you can't, talk to Nigel, who may have some information on how to find publicly funded therapy. If this turns out not to be an option, then there's The Cure. That should be considered a last resort, of course, as it tends to turn you into a 44 year old, bitter old man that hates everyone and spends all his time NOT giving a shit what most people think. That does, believe it or not, have some downsides.
(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/1715856/clips/PD/THECURE.png)
I can't see that. What is it?
It's a WOMP of you dressed up like Robert Smith.
I've noticed with me that cleaning is a good psychological trigger- maybe it is with you and that's why you're focusing on it. Clean your external environment and you're cleaning the internal one as well. But sometimes it's hard to do until you finally just go, "alright, gotta clean this room"
Twid,
Actually does need to clean his room, and it's probably the right time for the trigger anyway.
Quote from: V3X on October 17, 2012, 07:31:21 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 07:30:20 PM
Quote from: V3X on October 17, 2012, 07:26:51 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 07:13:22 PM
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 17, 2012, 06:32:11 PM
In a real funk, and it only seems to be getting worse. Especially when my brain seems to be actively working against me trying to pull myself out of it. If I just stop and relax for a bit, I worry that I should be doing something, or I'm forgetting to do something or WHY ARE YOU JUST SITTING THERE NOT DOING THE LAUNDRY/CLEANING/COOKING/SOMETHING. If I go out and genuinely have fun and enjoy myself, I immediately feel guilty about it because you must have done something wrong, look at how stupid you must have looked, EVERYONE KNOWS YOU LOOKED LIKE AN ASS. They were just being nice because they felt bad, you know they're talking about you now. FFS, I can barely spend a day with my parents without thinking I screwed it up somehow.
So then I don't do anything so that I can't make myself feel bad about it later. But I WANT to go out and talk to people, so I get more depressed, and withdrawn, resentful and angry and start lashing out at those around me. Feel bad about it later, and so on. And it builds up, and I'm stressed all the time and just so tired. And how do you explain that to anyone without sounding completely insane?
And this is all TMI, and probably won't do any good, but I just....don't know.
It's simple, really. You lack Slack. You worry about what other people think of you. You worry that having a good time is somehow BADWRONG. In many people, this leads them to join religious groups that frown on fun entirely. In others, it leads to the situation you find yourself in.
That's the EASY part. The hard part is doing something ABOUT it. My advice is to work with a therapist, combined with some exercise. Assuming you can AFFORD a therapist. If you can't, talk to Nigel, who may have some information on how to find publicly funded therapy. If this turns out not to be an option, then there's The Cure. That should be considered a last resort, of course, as it tends to turn you into a 44 year old, bitter old man that hates everyone and spends all his time NOT giving a shit what most people think. That does, believe it or not, have some downsides.
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I can't see that. What is it?
It's a WOMP of you dressed up like Robert Smith.
You DO realize that I am less than a hundred miles away, right?
Speaking of which, what are you doing the first weekend of November?
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Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 17, 2012, 06:32:11 PM
In a real funk, and it only seems to be getting worse. Especially when my brain seems to be actively working against me trying to pull myself out of it. If I just stop and relax for a bit, I worry that I should be doing something, or I'm forgetting to do something or WHY ARE YOU JUST SITTING THERE NOT DOING THE LAUNDRY/CLEANING/COOKING/SOMETHING. If I go out and genuinely have fun and enjoy myself, I immediately feel guilty about it because you must have done something wrong, look at how stupid you must have looked, EVERYONE KNOWS YOU LOOKED LIKE AN ASS. They were just being nice because they felt bad, you know they're talking about you now. FFS, I can barely spend a day with my parents without thinking I screwed it up somehow.
So then I don't do anything so that I can't make myself feel bad about it later. But I WANT to go out and talk to people, so I get more depressed, and withdrawn, resentful and angry and start lashing out at those around me. Feel bad about it later, and so on. And it builds up, and I'm stressed all the time and just so tired. And how do you explain that to anyone without sounding completely insane?
And this is all TMI, and probably won't do any good, but I just....don't know.
It's simple, really. You lack Slack. You worry about what other people think of you. You worry that having a good time is somehow BADWRONG. In many people, this leads them to join religious groups that frown on fun entirely. In others, it leads to the situation you find yourself in.
That's the EASY part. The hard part is doing something ABOUT it. My advice is to work with a therapist, combined with some exercise. Assuming you can AFFORD a therapist. If you can't, talk to Nigel, who may have some information on how to find publicly funded therapy. If this turns out not to be an option, then there's The Cure. That should be considered a last resort, of course, as it tends to turn you into a 44 year old, bitter old man that hates everyone and spends all his time NOT giving a shit what most people think. That does, believe it or not, have some downsides.
(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/1715856/clips/PD/THECURE.png)
I can't see that. What is it?
It's a WOMP of you dressed up like Robert Smith.
You DO realize that I am less than a hundred miles away, right?
Speaking of which, what are you doing the first weekend of November?
Fuck, Vex. You're gonna get THE HOLIES
(TM).
Nothing that I'm aware of yet.
Stelz, going for a run feels pretty tempting right now I must say. Which is good, because that means I'm in the spot where I actually want to fix myself up rather than drown myself. Don't have a gym membership yet (maybe through work? I do work at a hospital....) but a good long walk tonight considering the air temperature might be better for the short term.
Quote from: V3X on October 17, 2012, 07:34:12 PM
Nothing that I'm aware of yet.
Now you are. My birthday party is scheduled for that Saturday, and you need to get down here for it. There will be booze. There will be freaks. There will be a declaration of martial law.
Dude, I'd be all up in that gym. :)
When you're fixing yourself, you tend to drown yourself less because it undoes a bunch of work. I mean, some weekends just can't be passed up, but for the most part, you get constructive. :wink:
Can see pic now.
I'm saving some of Cookie's jungle juice for you, mister.
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Nothing that I'm aware of yet.
Now you are. My birthday party is scheduled for that Saturday, and you need to get down here for it. There will be booze. There will be freaks. There will be a declaration of martial law.
Yeah it's probably about time I did one of those IRL meet-up things.
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 17, 2012, 07:38:16 PM
Dude, I'd be all up in that gym. :)
When you're fixing yourself, you tend to drown yourself less because it undoes a bunch of work. I mean, some weekends just can't be passed up, but for the most part, you get constructive. :wink:
I also need to get shoes that don't fucking reek and I can run in.
Twid's feet,
Getting kinda sciencey in this waiting area.
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Nothing that I'm aware of yet.
Now you are. My birthday party is scheduled for that Saturday, and you need to get down here for it. There will be booze. There will be freaks. There will be a declaration of martial law.
Yeah it's probably about time I did one of those IRL meet-up things.
Yep. You get to meet
Nurse Enabler
ThatGreenGentleman
Sister Gothique
Freeky
and a couple of others. Plus a load of fucking weirdos who have no concept of "moderation" when it comes to weird fucking high-octane drink recipes.
You have a bunk while you're here, that's no problem. If transportation is an issue, let me know.
I DON'T DRINK ALCOHOL ROGER
but i might make a small exception in this case.
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I DON'T DRINK ALCOHOL ROGER
but i might make a small exception in this case.
Take my place for a while. :)
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 17, 2012, 07:22:05 PM
Once I do stuff I feel better, but the trick is making that step (and not feeling bad about it later).
THIS, just in case you missed it, is virtually the only part that really needs attention. At least it is for me. All the rest kinda falls into place when I get that bit sorted. The feeling bad about it later part tends to be a question of momentum - ie keep it going.
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I DON'T DRINK ALCOHOL ROGER
but i might make a small exception in this case.
It isn't actually required.
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I DON'T DRINK ALCOHOL ROGER
but i might make a small exception in this case.
It isn't actually required.
SHHHHHHHHH! You have a teetotaller agreeing to drink. Nothing in the world has more potetial for hilarity. NOTHING!! Don't spoil it :argh!:
Might be logging off shortly. The estimated time is drawing near.
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I DON'T DRINK ALCOHOL ROGER
but i might make a small exception in this case.
It isn't actually required.
SHHHHHHHHH! You have a teetotaller agreeing to drink. Nothing in the world has more potetial for hilarity. NOTHING!! Don't spoil it :argh!:
I disagree with this.
If someone doesn't drink for a reason, there is nothing more obnoxious than someone trying to get them to drink.
And our research indicates that it is possible to have a good time without drinking, counter-intuitive as it may seem.
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I DON'T DRINK ALCOHOL ROGER
but i might make a small exception in this case.
It isn't actually required.
SHHHHHHHHH! You have a teetotaller agreeing to drink. Nothing in the world has more potetial for hilarity. NOTHING!! Don't spoil it :argh!:
I am familiar with drinking. I just took a pledge to never touch whiskey again.
Other kinds of alcohol do not count as alcohol.
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I DON'T DRINK ALCOHOL ROGER
but i might make a small exception in this case.
It isn't actually required.
SHHHHHHHHH! You have a teetotaller agreeing to drink. Nothing in the world has more potetial for hilarity. NOTHING!! Don't spoil it :argh!:
I am familiar with drinking. I just took a pledge to never touch whiskey again.
Other kinds of alcohol do not count as alcohol.
There will be a few hundred beers on hand.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 17, 2012, 07:03:36 PM
Ah, whoops, the helping bit.
But, I found talk therapy pretty effective myself.
Yea, but that's still trying to be productive at least. Everyone's problems and solutions may be different, but I can still appreciate helpful suggestions a lot more than "It's all in your head. Be happy!"
And some of those people may genuinely think they're helping by saying it, but all it does it validate some of the paranoia and depression by making me feel stupid/unimportant/vunerable. And then it gets worse.
I was in therapy a while ago, a few times, with varying degrees of success. Finding the right person. And not mentioning it to my mother (I don't live at home, so that's not a huge issue). While she let me go to therapy in high school, she actively discouraged it. And not too long ago she was telling me that my sister talked about wanting to be in therapy for stress and she was putting it down and "that never helped you right" and "they don't do anything except ruin families". Her brother/family had a bad experience with one when she was younger, so that's pretty much permanently colored her view of them. While she may mean well, she's a bit of the "you're fine. You don't have any reason to be sad/stressed. Just relax" sort.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 07:13:22 PM
It's simple, really. You lack Slack. You worry about what other people think of you. You worry that having a good time is somehow BADWRONG. In many people, this leads them to join religious groups that frown on fun entirely. In others, it leads to the situation you find yourself in.
That sounds about right, and I'm not quite sure how I ended up here (better than the no-fun religious groups I suppose, if only by a margin). I mean, I KNOW it's good/okay to slack/have fun/think about me sometimes, I just don't know how to keep that moment of clarity and stop beating myself up about it. In some senses I don't care about what people think about me (or at least I've convinced myself of that) but on the other hand, I obviously COMPELTELY do. In those ways, I can kind of see the surface of the problem - I know some of what's wrong and why it shouldn't be - but I can't actually put it into action/do anything about it. It had seemed like things were getting better, but now...And that's it, I'll fine, rolling along (or so I think) and then one little thing brings the whole thing crashing down.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 07:13:22 PM
That's the EASY part. The hard part is doing something ABOUT it. My advice is to work with a therapist, combined with some exercise. Assuming you can AFFORD a therapist. If you can't, talk to Nigel, who may have some information on how to find publicly funded therapy.
And that's just it. I feel crazier for knowing that I'm being all crazy and not knowing what to do about it. Exercise probably would help a lot. I'm not horridly out of shape (try telling that to my brain) but sitting around being a sad sack isn't helping anything except perpetuate the cycle. I do have insurance, so I would imagine it should cover therapy? I'll have to look into it, but if that turns into a dead end, I'll ask if Nigel has any suggestions. I think it's getting to the point where therapy is probably needed, at least for a little bit. Since, at least what's making it worse is the bottling up and playing the same stuff over and over in my head.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 07:13:22 PMIf this turns out not to be an option, then there's The Cure. That should be considered a last resort, of course, as it tends to turn you into a 44 year old, bitter old man that hates everyone and spends all his time NOT giving a shit what most people think. That does, believe it or not, have some downsides.
I don't know about that - I always wanted to know what it was like to be a 44 year old, bitter old man :lol:
Again, thanks all. I really does help to vent and get actual feedback
One of these days, I need to write The Cure up.
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I DON'T DRINK ALCOHOL ROGER
but i might make a small exception in this case.
It isn't actually required.
SHHHHHHHHH! You have a teetotaller agreeing to drink. Nothing in the world has more potetial for hilarity. NOTHING!! Don't spoil it :argh!:
I disagree with this.
If someone doesn't drink for a reason, there is nothing more obnoxious than someone trying to get them to drink.
And our research indicates that it is possible to have a good time without drinking, counter-intuitive as it may seem.
I'm scottish. None of that last bit made any sense whatsoever :?
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:lulz:
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 07:29:38 PM
One side effect of The Cure is that these people won't speak to you for MONTHS. If ever.
Assbags. "Be happy". I'LL SHOW YOU HAPPY, YOU GODDAMN TWITS! HOLD STILL!
In some cases, that may be a good thing.
And yea, pretty much. Thanks asshole. I decided to make myself emotionally vunerable to someone I consider a friend I could trust and in return I get what amounts to "That's cute. Next topic!" And then I hate everyone. Or "I know what you mean, I always have to clean dirty dishes" "My boyfriend's stressed from going to the gym all the time". Oh really? Last time I checked you weren't not making plans to go out because you had to stay home and CLEAN EVERYTHING ALL AT ONCE. Or after working all day, grocery shopping, making dinner and maybe a few other chores in there you finally sit down, only to start berating yourself because WHY DID YOU STOP YOU LAZY FUCK!
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 17, 2012, 07:30:40 PM
Yes, this, a qualified therapist. I mean, we all THINK stuff like that (and worse...) sometimes, but when it takes over and keeps you from doing things, it's time to get somebody to show you how to put the brakes on the shit. Good luck, keep us posted.
Yea, it's probably about that time. If I don't do anything, it's just going to keep getting worse, and I'm clearly not having any luck talking myself out of it. And with the depression and stress is building resentment and anger and I really don't want to fuck things up with the only person I DO actually trust.
Thank you :)
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Twid, I wish to FUCK I was on a treadmill.
I'm having a Very Special Day. Moved across town to a new neigborhood recently and when I took the dog out last night, I was cutting across parking lots ans stepped over a four inch curb.
There was a three foot drop on the other side and I landed on the side of my assbone. I can't put weight on my right leg AT ALL, I'm scooting around like a dog dragging his ass on the carpet.
I don't think anything broke, nothing feels out of place or feverish, just swollen and sore as fuck. I'm gonna give it a couple of days and if I don't see any improvement I'll go to the ER for an X ray, but I don't want to have to do that because it's Seguin and they're incompetent. They'd probably amputate my GOOD leg if I let them.
Holy shit, that sucks :( Hope you didn't break anything. That's a decent size fall when you're not expecting it.
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Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 17, 2012, 07:22:05 PM
Once I do stuff I feel better, but the trick is making that step (and not feeling bad about it later).
THIS, just in case you missed it, is virtually the only part that really needs attention. At least it is for me. All the rest kinda falls into place when I get that bit sorted. The feeling bad about it later part tends to be a question of momentum - ie keep it going.
Yea, that's definitely a big part of it. I can grasp the concept, it's the putting it into action/staying in action that's stumping me. I was doing good for a while then....something happened apparently to bring it crashing down. Maybe I was just putting up a good front.
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One of these days, I need to write The Cure up.
I'm sure I would enjoy reading it, if you do.
But, I should probably do some actual work with the hour and a half I have left here, since I've spent the better part of the day being all Mopey Moperton.
But, I'll be back. Oh yes, I'll be back
Interesting thing, Trippin...A lot of people dealing with depression tend to find some unobtainable standard of perfection and go completely batshit trying to achieve it. In your case, cleaning.
I think - and let's be clear, here: I am NOT a psychologist - that it's a way of deliberately setting yourself up to fail, to validate the cruddy way you view yourself. "I can't even keep a house clean *scrub, scrub, scrub*" The problem isn't that the house is dirty (I very much doubt that it is, by any reasonable standard), but rather the inside of your head needs to be cleaned.
Don't take that as an insult; the inside of my head looks like an untended chicken coop.
The problem is, this sort of skewed perception is a form of feedback loop, like anorexia. Odds are really high that you won't be able to beat it without some kind of help.
This brings up another issue: Many people feel that going to a therapist is an admission of weakness. This is utter bullshit, of course, because ANYONE who claims to have their shit in one bag in a culture as complex as ours is either a liar, or so far gone that they can't tell the difference anymore. Would you refrain from getting treated for pneumonia or strep throat or a broken arm? This is no different.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 17, 2012, 07:31:28 PM
I've noticed with me that cleaning is a good psychological trigger- maybe it is with you and that's why you're focusing on it. Clean your external environment and you're cleaning the internal one as well. But sometimes it's hard to do until you finally just go, "alright, gotta clean this room"
Twid,
Actually does need to clean his room, and it's probably the right time for the trigger anyway.
And since i just realized I skipped this over. That probably is true. I
enjoy cleaning, being all productive and shit. But then it's a chore and I'm trying to do everything at once, get overwhelmed and end up doing nothing, or barely anything. I need to let myself know it's ok to take it one step at a time.
Yep.
On another note, Pixie, what kind of sacrifices do I need to make to you for some decent rain? Goddamn I hate Fresno's filthy, filthy air.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 08:38:49 PM
Interesting thing, Trippin...A lot of people dealing with depression tend to find some unobtainable standard of perfection and go completely batshit trying to achieve it. In your case, cleaning.
I think - and let's be clear, here: I am NOT a psychologist - that it's a way of deliberately setting yourself up to fail, to validate the cruddy way you view yourself. "I can't even keep a house clean *scrub, scrub, scrub*" The problem isn't that the house is dirty (I very much doubt that it is, by any reasonable standard), but rather the inside of your head needs to be cleaned.
Don't take that as an insult; the inside of my head looks like an untended chicken coop.
The problem is, this sort of skewed perception is a form of feedback loop, like anorexia. Odds are really high that you won't be able to beat it without some kind of help.
This brings up another issue: Many people feel that going to a therapist is an admission of weakness. This is utter bullshit, of course, because ANYONE who claims to have their shit in one bag in a culture as complex as ours is either a liar, or so far gone that they can't tell the difference anymore. Would you refrain from getting treated for pneumonia or strep throat or a broken arm? This is no different.
And read this after my last post. Nail, meet Head. I can see the bolded part sometimes, I don't think you're far off on that. I can sometimes even pick out bits and pieces that probably contributed (my ex was a REAL ass if the apartment wasn't spotless every day, among other things. So yea...therapy)
I'll be ranting and raving about cleaning and my boyfriend, and others sometimes, will all be all "WTF? Clean what?" and then I flail around all "CAN"T YOU SEE?!?!?" (usually a little less crazy than that). And/or well, "Be realistic at least. Can't do everything in one day" And I think it is getting to the point where it's setting me on a path towards self-destruction and self-fulfilling prophecies.
And yea, I am probably going to push myself a bit to get to talking to someone. I don't hate them like my mother does. More of a matter of admitting that yea, I do need help and maybe I
can't handle everything by myself all the time and this what they're there for.
And I've said this a lot today but thank you, really. It helped a lot
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 17, 2012, 09:21:37 PM
Yep.
On another note, Pixie, what kind of sacrifices do I need to make to you for some decent rain? Goddamn I hate Fresno's filthy, filthy air.
I think her aim's a bit off. It's been raining forever over on this side of the country.
Except for today. No rain today
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 17, 2012, 09:41:45 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 08:38:49 PM
Interesting thing, Trippin...A lot of people dealing with depression tend to find some unobtainable standard of perfection and go completely batshit trying to achieve it. In your case, cleaning.
I think - and let's be clear, here: I am NOT a psychologist - that it's a way of deliberately setting yourself up to fail, to validate the cruddy way you view yourself. "I can't even keep a house clean *scrub, scrub, scrub*" The problem isn't that the house is dirty (I very much doubt that it is, by any reasonable standard), but rather the inside of your head needs to be cleaned.
Don't take that as an insult; the inside of my head looks like an untended chicken coop.
The problem is, this sort of skewed perception is a form of feedback loop, like anorexia. Odds are really high that you won't be able to beat it without some kind of help.
This brings up another issue: Many people feel that going to a therapist is an admission of weakness. This is utter bullshit, of course, because ANYONE who claims to have their shit in one bag in a culture as complex as ours is either a liar, or so far gone that they can't tell the difference anymore. Would you refrain from getting treated for pneumonia or strep throat or a broken arm? This is no different.
And read this after my last post. Nail, meet Head. I can see the bolded part sometimes, I don't think you're far off on that. I can sometimes even pick out bits and pieces that probably contributed (my ex was a REAL ass if the apartment wasn't spotless every day, among other things. So yea...therapy)
I'll be ranting and raving about cleaning and my boyfriend, and others sometimes, will all be all "WTF? Clean what?" and then I flail around all "CAN"T YOU SEE?!?!?" (usually a little less crazy than that). And/or well, "Be realistic at least. Can't do everything in one day" And I think it is getting to the point where it's setting me on a path towards self-destruction and self-fulfilling prophecies.
And yea, I am probably going to push myself a bit to get to talking to someone. I don't hate them like my mother does. More of a matter of admitting that yea, I do need help and maybe I can't handle everything by myself all the time and this what they're there for.
And I've said this a lot today but thank you, really. It helped a lot
Any time, Trippen.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alpha_Centauri_Bb
AND WHOMEVER LIVES THERE SHOULD STAY THERE. THERE ARE ENOUGH ASSHOLES HERE.
Been having a scare for the past several days. Huge blood sugar spikes after eating, partnered with thirst and increased urination, along with other things. I tried to get a blood test done this morning, but due to my major needle phobia I couldn't do it. Trying again tomorrow, telling the nurse I need help getting through that. I have to get this checked out. These are the same symptoms my father had at this age, when he contracted type 1 diabetes. Yes, it can after childhood, and I am not in any way at risk for type 2. My parents were planning on coming down in another week, but due to this they've moved it forward and are going to get here this weekend. This is major scary shit for me, as I was telling Phox and my mom over the phone just a while ago and crying. This is like something out of my worst nightmares. I don't usually post these things on here, but I just feel like I need to say something because I'm so afraid of all of this.
In before "F*CK YOU, MY KAI DIED OF DIABETUS".
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 17, 2012, 10:38:28 PM
Been having a scare for the past several days. Huge blood sugar spikes after eating, partnered with thirst and increased urination, along with other things. I tried to get a blood test done this morning, but due to my major needle phobia I couldn't do it. Trying again tomorrow, telling the nurse I need help getting through that. I have to get this checked out. These are the same symptoms my father had at this age, when he contracted type 1 diabetes. Yes, it can after childhood, and I am not in any way at risk for type 2. My parents were planning on coming down in another week, but due to this they've moved it forward and are going to get here this weekend. This is major scary shit for me, as I was telling Phox and my mom over the phone just a while ago and crying. This is like something out of my worst nightmares. I don't usually post these things on here, but I just feel like I need to say something because I'm so afraid of all of this.
In before "F*CK YOU, MY KAI DIED OF DIABETUS".
Aw, that fucking blows, Kai.
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Hope you're back with words soon, Freeky.
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Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 17, 2012, 01:04:03 PM
Ergh. I'm pretty sure I would stroke out if I had to work a job like that. You've got fortitude, sir.
Well, I'm only a few weeks in, so we'll see if your generous assessment is accurate in due time.
It is the cream of the crop of call centers though, whatever that means, according to people who have worked in the godforsaken "field".
Does that mean there isn't terrible yellow lighting and that the floors don't flex when walked on by more than two people? Are your superiors not rule nazis?
I really hate the "kids nowadays are [x negative trait]. We were never like that!" thing. We were. You just don't remember it, grandpa.
I've got one for you, Garbo, but it runs in the opposite direction.
Kids these days are engaged and socially conscious. We were never like that! When I was that age my generation was chock-a-block with asswipes and hoodlums who only gave a shit about themselves. Bunch of worthless fucks. Every time I encounter a teenager who is polite, conversational, and concerned about social justice (which is the majority of kids I meet), I think to myself "Kids these days!" but it's got a whole different inflection. Kids these days are AWESOME. If we'd been like them, we would already have universal health care and a guaranteed minimum standard of living.
Could just be Portland, though.
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Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 17, 2012, 10:38:28 PM
Been having a scare for the past several days. Huge blood sugar spikes after eating, partnered with thirst and increased urination, along with other things. I tried to get a blood test done this morning, but due to my major needle phobia I couldn't do it. Trying again tomorrow, telling the nurse I need help getting through that. I have to get this checked out. These are the same symptoms my father had at this age, when he contracted type 1 diabetes. Yes, it can after childhood, and I am not in any way at risk for type 2. My parents were planning on coming down in another week, but due to this they've moved it forward and are going to get here this weekend. This is major scary shit for me, as I was telling Phox and my mom over the phone just a while ago and crying. This is like something out of my worst nightmares. I don't usually post these things on here, but I just feel like I need to say something because I'm so afraid of all of this.
In before "F*CK YOU, MY KAI DIED OF DIABETUS".
Aw, that fucking blows, Kai.
I just want it to be nothing, a sudden illness that will go away. If it is what I fear, I definitely will be getting a pump. I cannot do needles 5 times a day. Too many bad childhood experiences.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 17, 2012, 05:25:15 PM
In the hospital family center while I wait for Villager's procedure to happen and finish.
Fortunately, they have a laptop here.
Good luck to Villager!
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 17, 2012, 06:32:11 PM
In a real funk, and it only seems to be getting worse. Especially when my brain seems to be actively working against me trying to pull myself out of it. If I just stop and relax for a bit, I worry that I should be doing something, or I'm forgetting to do something or WHY ARE YOU JUST SITTING THERE NOT DOING THE LAUNDRY/CLEANING/COOKING/SOMETHING. If I go out and genuinely have fun and enjoy myself, I immediately feel guilty about it because you must have done something wrong, look at how stupid you must have looked, EVERYONE KNOWS YOU LOOKED LIKE AN ASS. They were just being nice because they felt bad, you know they're talking about you now. FFS, I can barely spend a day with my parents without thinking I screwed it up somehow.
So then I don't do anything so that I can't make myself feel bad about it later. But I WANT to go out and talk to people, so I get more depressed, and withdrawn, resentful and angry and start lashing out at those around me. Feel bad about it later, and so on. And it builds up, and I'm stressed all the time and just so tired. And how do you explain that to anyone without sounding completely insane?
And this is all TMI, and probably won't do any good, but I just....don't know.
"I have low self-esteem and feel like I'm only valuable as a person if I'm getting things done. This is leading to increasing stress, self-consciousness, social isolation, and anxiety. I need to break this cycle, can you help me with that?"
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on October 17, 2012, 06:36:58 PM
Have you tried taking a hike and eating a sammich? Those feelings sound really familiar, and that's one way I've had some success shutting them up for a bit. YMMV.
This is goddamn excellent advice, and I am not at all kidding about that. HIGHLY RECOMMEND, A++.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 17, 2012, 07:20:20 PM
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Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 17, 2012, 06:35:55 PM
Do you jog? Roger suggested that I start hitting the treadmill. I haven't yet because... well I don't have a good reason.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
I'll do it tomorrow.
And that is largely the essence of why I'm in what I'm in now.
You gotta schedule it in. Seriously. I haven't been walking to school because I haven't scheduled it in on the days when there's actually room for it on my schedule. As a result I ain't getting any less fat and my stress level is spiking.
Quote from: V3X on October 17, 2012, 07:26:51 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 07:13:22 PM
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 17, 2012, 06:32:11 PM
In a real funk, and it only seems to be getting worse. Especially when my brain seems to be actively working against me trying to pull myself out of it. If I just stop and relax for a bit, I worry that I should be doing something, or I'm forgetting to do something or WHY ARE YOU JUST SITTING THERE NOT DOING THE LAUNDRY/CLEANING/COOKING/SOMETHING. If I go out and genuinely have fun and enjoy myself, I immediately feel guilty about it because you must have done something wrong, look at how stupid you must have looked, EVERYONE KNOWS YOU LOOKED LIKE AN ASS. They were just being nice because they felt bad, you know they're talking about you now. FFS, I can barely spend a day with my parents without thinking I screwed it up somehow.
So then I don't do anything so that I can't make myself feel bad about it later. But I WANT to go out and talk to people, so I get more depressed, and withdrawn, resentful and angry and start lashing out at those around me. Feel bad about it later, and so on. And it builds up, and I'm stressed all the time and just so tired. And how do you explain that to anyone without sounding completely insane?
And this is all TMI, and probably won't do any good, but I just....don't know.
It's simple, really. You lack Slack. You worry about what other people think of you. You worry that having a good time is somehow BADWRONG. In many people, this leads them to join religious groups that frown on fun entirely. In others, it leads to the situation you find yourself in.
That's the EASY part. The hard part is doing something ABOUT it. My advice is to work with a therapist, combined with some exercise. Assuming you can AFFORD a therapist. If you can't, talk to Nigel, who may have some information on how to find publicly funded therapy. If this turns out not to be an option, then there's The Cure. That should be considered a last resort, of course, as it tends to turn you into a 44 year old, bitter old man that hates everyone and spends all his time NOT giving a shit what most people think. That does, believe it or not, have some downsides.
(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/1715856/clips/PD/THECURE.png)
This is AMAZING. :lulz:
Also, Princezz, if a hike is too much of a commitment (and I know exactly what that feels like) if there is one thing, just one, I can recommend, it's that you go for a half hour walk every single day. The great thing is that it's only half an hour, and you don't need any equipment or special clothes. You can just pop out the front door, walk for fifteen minutes, and turn around. It should make a surprising difference in how you feel and think.
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Quote from: V3X on October 17, 2012, 07:34:12 PM
Nothing that I'm aware of yet.
Now you are. My birthday party is scheduled for that Saturday, and you need to get down here for it. There will be booze. There will be freaks. There will be a declaration of martial law.
:aaa: If there is any time that I wish to fuck that Tucson was within a day's drive, this is it.
Man now I am reminded that I should maybe make some kind of plans for my birthday. :argh!:
This visa application (for Belarus) is filling me to the brim with existential despair. I can find very few explanations, the fields are way too small for the information they want me to provide, and one little misstep could get me deported as soon as I finally get there.
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 17, 2012, 10:38:28 PM
Been having a scare for the past several days. Huge blood sugar spikes after eating, partnered with thirst and increased urination, along with other things. I tried to get a blood test done this morning, but due to my major needle phobia I couldn't do it. Trying again tomorrow, telling the nurse I need help getting through that. I have to get this checked out. These are the same symptoms my father had at this age, when he contracted type 1 diabetes. Yes, it can after childhood, and I am not in any way at risk for type 2. My parents were planning on coming down in another week, but due to this they've moved it forward and are going to get here this weekend. This is major scary shit for me, as I was telling Phox and my mom over the phone just a while ago and crying. This is like something out of my worst nightmares. I don't usually post these things on here, but I just feel like I need to say something because I'm so afraid of all of this.
In before "F*CK YOU, MY KAI DIED OF DIABETUS".
Kai, please get this sorted ASAP. Please please please don't put it off. Even if it means you need to be given a Xanax before you can get pricked. Type 1 diabetes is a pain in the ass, but it's controllable and you can live a perfectly normal healthy life with it. The horrible bad shit that happens with it is because people let it get out of control, especially pre-diagnosis. I am sure your ACTUAL MOTHER has already covered all of this and I should shut up but I can't help it.
People actually do stuff for their birthday past the age of 21 (was gonna say 18, but then remembered drinking age)?
Quote from: Sita on October 17, 2012, 11:09:42 PM
People actually do stuff for their birthday past the age of 21 (was gonna say 18, but then remembered drinking age)?
Helll yeah! I am a huge advocate of birthday parties. Even if it's just "Hey, it's my birthday, meet me at the bar" kind of parties. And I am WAY not above "Hey, it's my birthday and I'm having a party at my house, bring me booze and cake".
Quote from: Man Green on October 17, 2012, 11:23:04 PM
Quote from: Sita on October 17, 2012, 11:09:42 PM
People actually do stuff for their birthday past the age of 21 (was gonna say 18, but then remembered drinking age)?
Helll yeah! I am a huge advocate of birthday parties. Even if it's just "Hey, it's my birthday, meet me at the bar" kind of parties. And I am WAY not above "Hey, it's my birthday and I'm having a party at my house, bring me booze and cake".
I think I am going to do a 'Hey it's my birthday!!! Bring booze and dice and we shall drunkenly slay pretend monsters for pretend loot on graphpaper!!!'
Quote from: Man Green on October 17, 2012, 11:23:04 PM
Quote from: Sita on October 17, 2012, 11:09:42 PM
People actually do stuff for their birthday past the age of 21 (was gonna say 18, but then remembered drinking age)?
Helll yeah! I am a huge advocate of birthday parties. Even if it's just "Hey, it's my birthday, meet me at the bar" kind of parties. And I am WAY not above "Hey, it's my birthday and I'm having a party at my house, bring me booze and cake".
I so need to know people beyond my husband and parents IRL. Birthdays have never been anything more than a card and a call here. Basically just another day.
Quote from: American Jackal on October 17, 2012, 11:27:23 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 17, 2012, 11:23:04 PM
Quote from: Sita on October 17, 2012, 11:09:42 PM
People actually do stuff for their birthday past the age of 21 (was gonna say 18, but then remembered drinking age)?
Helll yeah! I am a huge advocate of birthday parties. Even if it's just "Hey, it's my birthday, meet me at the bar" kind of parties. And I am WAY not above "Hey, it's my birthday and I'm having a party at my house, bring me booze and cake".
I think I am going to do a 'Hey it's my birthday!!! Bring booze and dice and we shall drunkenly slay pretend monsters for pretend loot on graphpaper!!!'
DOO EEEEET!
Quote from: Sita on October 17, 2012, 11:31:40 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 17, 2012, 11:23:04 PM
Quote from: Sita on October 17, 2012, 11:09:42 PM
People actually do stuff for their birthday past the age of 21 (was gonna say 18, but then remembered drinking age)?
Helll yeah! I am a huge advocate of birthday parties. Even if it's just "Hey, it's my birthday, meet me at the bar" kind of parties. And I am WAY not above "Hey, it's my birthday and I'm having a party at my house, bring me booze and cake".
I so need to know people beyond my husband and parents IRL. Birthdays have never been anything more than a card and a call here. Basically just another day.
yeah, you gotta meet some peeps.
Quote from: Man Green on October 17, 2012, 10:55:47 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 07:35:57 PM
Quote from: V3X on October 17, 2012, 07:34:12 PM
Nothing that I'm aware of yet.
Now you are. My birthday party is scheduled for that Saturday, and you need to get down here for it. There will be booze. There will be freaks. There will be a declaration of martial law.
:aaa: If there is any time that I wish to fuck that Tucson was within a day's drive, this is it.
PLEASE COME TO TUCSON IN THE SPRINGTIME
Made my first hilarious foray into the Mass Effect 3 co-op play. Got to round three soloing as a Human Adept on bronze, then a Geth Hunter stamped on me :sad: The rocket I took to the face may have helped him in killing me, to be fair.
Quote from: Sita on October 17, 2012, 11:09:42 PM
People actually do stuff for their birthday past the age of 21 (was gonna say 18, but then remembered drinking age)?
Yep.
And sometimes we do shit because it's SATURDAY NIGHT.
Any excuse is the right excuse.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 11:58:42 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 17, 2012, 10:55:47 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 07:35:57 PM
Quote from: V3X on October 17, 2012, 07:34:12 PM
Nothing that I'm aware of yet.
Now you are. My birthday party is scheduled for that Saturday, and you need to get down here for it. There will be booze. There will be freaks. There will be a declaration of martial law.
:aaa: If there is any time that I wish to fuck that Tucson was within a day's drive, this is it.
PLEASE COME TO TUCSON IN THE SPRINGTIME
:aaa:
Quote from: Man Green on October 18, 2012, 12:00:47 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 11:58:42 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 17, 2012, 10:55:47 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 07:35:57 PM
Quote from: V3X on October 17, 2012, 07:34:12 PM
Nothing that I'm aware of yet.
Now you are. My birthday party is scheduled for that Saturday, and you need to get down here for it. There will be booze. There will be freaks. There will be a declaration of martial law.
:aaa: If there is any time that I wish to fuck that Tucson was within a day's drive, this is it.
PLEASE COME TO TUCSON IN THE SPRINGTIME
:aaa:
We only have two seasons.
We just started spring. Summer starts in March.
If that condition extends to the rest of Arizona, someone needs to write Springtime for Sheriff Joe.
Quote from: Man Green on October 17, 2012, 11:04:57 PM
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 17, 2012, 10:38:28 PM
Been having a scare for the past several days. Huge blood sugar spikes after eating, partnered with thirst and increased urination, along with other things. I tried to get a blood test done this morning, but due to my major needle phobia I couldn't do it. Trying again tomorrow, telling the nurse I need help getting through that. I have to get this checked out. These are the same symptoms my father had at this age, when he contracted type 1 diabetes. Yes, it can after childhood, and I am not in any way at risk for type 2. My parents were planning on coming down in another week, but due to this they've moved it forward and are going to get here this weekend. This is major scary shit for me, as I was telling Phox and my mom over the phone just a while ago and crying. This is like something out of my worst nightmares. I don't usually post these things on here, but I just feel like I need to say something because I'm so afraid of all of this.
In before "F*CK YOU, MY KAI DIED OF DIABETUS".
Kai, please get this sorted ASAP. Please please please don't put it off. Even if it means you need to be given a Xanax before you can get pricked. Type 1 diabetes is a pain in the ass, but it's controllable and you can live a perfectly normal healthy life with it. The horrible bad shit that happens with it is because people let it get out of control, especially pre-diagnosis. I am sure your ACTUAL MOTHER has already covered all of this and I should shut up but I can't help it.
Yeah, she's covered it. I want to get back to research, and won't really be able to until this is solved. So I'm on it.
OK good. :)
On a different note, I am once again facing the question, "so, how am I gonna survive, again?". I applied for OHP (again) and it's time to renew my SNAP application, and in answering the questions on the form I realized that my current backup plan is that if my mortgage lender tries to foreclose on me I'll just string it out until I graduate. Seriously, that is a shitty backup plan. So, as long as I'm applying for OHP and SNAP and I have all my documentation in order I might as well also apply for a loan modification. If I get one it will make my life infinitely easier.
Here's to hoping, Nige.
Quote from: Man Green on October 17, 2012, 11:23:04 PM
Quote from: Sita on October 17, 2012, 11:09:42 PM
People actually do stuff for their birthday past the age of 21 (was gonna say 18, but then remembered drinking age)?
Helll yeah! I am a huge advocate of birthday parties. Even if it's just "Hey, it's my birthday, meet me at the bar" kind of parties. And I am WAY not above "Hey, it's my birthday and I'm having a party at my house, bring me booze and cake".
^^^That. We do it so we have
two parties in my house.
Quote from: Man Green on October 17, 2012, 10:43:08 PM
I've got one for you, Garbo, but it runs in the opposite direction.
Kids these days are engaged and socially conscious. We were never like that! When I was that age my generation was chock-a-block with asswipes and hoodlums who only gave a shit about themselves. Bunch of worthless fucks. Every time I encounter a teenager who is polite, conversational, and concerned about social justice (which is the majority of kids I meet), I think to myself "Kids these days!" but it's got a whole different inflection. Kids these days are AWESOME. If we'd been like them, we would already have universal health care and a guaranteed minimum standard of living.
Could just be Portland, though.
The walker-waiving, kids-these-days! whiners are, I think, talking about mall rats. Something about teenagers in malls makes them kind of asshole-y. But outside the mall, my experiences with them are similar to yours.
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 17, 2012, 10:38:28 PM
Been having a scare for the past several days. Huge blood sugar spikes after eating, partnered with thirst and increased urination, along with other things. I tried to get a blood test done this morning, but due to my major needle phobia I couldn't do it. Trying again tomorrow, telling the nurse I need help getting through that. I have to get this checked out. These are the same symptoms my father had at this age, when he contracted type 1 diabetes. Yes, it can after childhood, and I am not in any way at risk for type 2. My parents were planning on coming down in another week, but due to this they've moved it forward and are going to get here this weekend. This is major scary shit for me, as I was telling Phox and my mom over the phone just a while ago and crying. This is like something out of my worst nightmares. I don't usually post these things on here, but I just feel like I need to say something because I'm so afraid of all of this.
In before "F*CK YOU, MY KAI DIED OF DIABETUS".
D: D: D: D: D: Dude, I hope it's nothing.
Quote from: Cain on October 18, 2012, 12:03:35 AM
If that condition extends to the rest of Arizona, someone needs to write Springtime for Sheriff Joe.
:lulz:
Hang in there kai.
Birthdays- yes. Im a fan of them. I played a gig on my thirtieth and i want to do one for my thirty-second.
Nigel- yeah i gotta schedule it. What would help more is if i had a buddy to hold me to it.
Leaving villagers now waiting for the bus. Then a train and a train.
Results due in two weeks.
Also i didnt go back to work after i dropped her off but rather kept her company. Figured she needed it.
Quote from: Cain on October 18, 2012, 12:03:35 AM
If that condition extends to the rest of Arizona, someone needs to write Springtime for Sheriff Joe.
It does, and someone should.
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 17, 2012, 10:38:28 PM
Been having a scare for the past several days. Huge blood sugar spikes after eating, partnered with thirst and increased urination, along with other things. I tried to get a blood test done this morning, but due to my major needle phobia I couldn't do it. Trying again tomorrow, telling the nurse I need help getting through that. I have to get this checked out. These are the same symptoms my father had at this age, when he contracted type 1 diabetes. Yes, it can after childhood, and I am not in any way at risk for type 2. My parents were planning on coming down in another week, but due to this they've moved it forward and are going to get here this weekend. This is major scary shit for me, as I was telling Phox and my mom over the phone just a while ago and crying. This is like something out of my worst nightmares. I don't usually post these things on here, but I just feel like I need to say something because I'm so afraid of all of this.
In before "F*CK YOU, MY KAI DIED OF DIABETUS".
Shit, Kai, that's scary as fuck, and I don't blame you a bit.
(BOTH of my grandfathers were diabetic, it scares the fuck out of me, too.)
With a needle phobia, yeah, fuckfuckfuck.
Hang in there, do whatever it takes to get the tests done and find out for sure.
We'll be here if you need us.
Waffles... I am poor, and so is Payne, so London is out of the question (I cant afford to go to the UK Feminista Lobby Of Parliament on the 24th, which gives me a sad... I was going to take my mum to meet our MP and bend his ear together.) Sorry dude! if however you can make it to Southampton I have a camping bedroll with your name on it.
I have not been on much at all, I only really seem to check PeeDee on the bus internets atm, as I'm trying not to spend all my time online.
I'm going to group therapy, doing voluntary work, doing feminist activisty stuff when I can afford to get there, and I'm getting the hang of this whole crochet thing.. I realised how much I miss crafts, and how much of my ego/self-esteem is tied up with my ability to make stuff with my hands. I've got 6 granny squares for a blanket (only 82 more to go to make a decent sized one) and half a cowl done, and have ordered a whole bunch of more chunky yarn to make more cowl-type things as Xmas gifts for the women in my family. I will post pics of completed projects when I have completed them.) Not bad for someone who only started 11 days ago. it's doing more for my mental health than the therapy is, I'm pretty sure. Also i like how yarn based crafts and going to knitting socials is something that brings me into contact with older ladies. I've left the house more regularly on a week-to week basis in the last 3 weeks than i have since I went crazy in 2010.
The stress about the festering unhygenic horribleness that is the kitchen here has basically meant that I've not been feeding myself properly, or doing a grocery shop, because if I don't want to cook then there's no real point in getting food in. This has lead to ordering in junk food and my being too broke to do the things that I wanted, also I seem to have lost weight.
The home situation here is pissing me off, which is nothing new really. The biggest bugbear atm is that we told Stroppy Ginger housemate that he was gone come 1st of December, but he seems to be under the impression that he's getting a job and then going. Seeing as he's constantly fucking high there doesn't seem to be a job materialising on the horizon at all, and although it's hard to find a place without a job, I managed it when I applied myself to it, and also got more interviews in a month than Stroppy Ginger has managed in 8 months in the same period. Asshole made his bed in May with the yelling all up in my face and not apologising to me despite telling Payne that he felt bad about it and out of line, so motherfucker can fucking lie in it for all I care, because either he was lying to Payne, which is a dick move, or he's being disrespectful to me, which is Shit Which Shall Not Fly. That and he badmouthed a couple of my dead friends a couple of months ago, which was pretty fucking repellent. Empathy, it seems, is a quality he doesn't possess.
Some good news (for me anyway)! I've been asked by one of the biggest feminist blogs in the UK to write an 800 word article. :D They do a feature occasionally called Song Of The Day, which focuses on music that has either a feminist outlook or concerns, and they liked my song choice, got back to me and now I have a decent outline of the kind of thing I would like to say about the track and artist in particular. I chose Better Man by Pearl Jam, which is about the dynamics of abusive relationships and domestic violence, and I am stoked to be able to combine my 18 year Pearl Jam fandom with feminism in writing. I shall be posting it here when it's published, although as I will be talking about my parent's relationship before their divorce I'm not sure if I should post under my really real name or just Pixie. Anyone have any thoughts on that? Dad isn't very internets savvy, so that's not really a worry. I'm leaning towards thoughts of if I try to get work with a refuge organisation or similar, that it would look good, but I feel more comfortable writing as Pixie on the intarwebs, always have done..
KAI! hope its not the beetus. Good luck with that shit, dude.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 18, 2012, 12:01:39 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 18, 2012, 12:00:47 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 11:58:42 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 17, 2012, 10:55:47 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 17, 2012, 07:35:57 PM
Quote from: V3X on October 17, 2012, 07:34:12 PM
Nothing that I'm aware of yet.
Now you are. My birthday party is scheduled for that Saturday, and you need to get down here for it. There will be booze. There will be freaks. There will be a declaration of martial law.
:aaa: If there is any time that I wish to fuck that Tucson was within a day's drive, this is it.
PLEASE COME TO TUCSON IN THE SPRINGTIME
:aaa:
We only have two seasons.
We just started spring. Summer starts in March.
February.
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 17, 2012, 10:38:28 PM
Been having a scare for the past several days. Huge blood sugar spikes after eating, partnered with thirst and increased urination, along with other things. I tried to get a blood test done this morning, but due to my major needle phobia I couldn't do it. Trying again tomorrow, telling the nurse I need help getting through that. I have to get this checked out. These are the same symptoms my father had at this age, when he contracted type 1 diabetes. Yes, it can after childhood, and I am not in any way at risk for type 2. My parents were planning on coming down in another week, but due to this they've moved it forward and are going to get here this weekend. This is major scary shit for me, as I was telling Phox and my mom over the phone just a while ago and crying. This is like something out of my worst nightmares. I don't usually post these things on here, but I just feel like I need to say something because I'm so afraid of all of this.
In before "F*CK YOU, MY KAI DIED OF DIABETUS".
Oh man, Kai... I can only imagine what you're going through. All of my family members on both sides have diabetes so that's the one thing I'm constantly worried I'm going to end up with. I hope they get the tests done for you ASAP, and it's something else. Good luck! :(
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 17, 2012, 10:38:28 PM
Been having a scare for the past several days. Huge blood sugar spikes after eating, partnered with thirst and increased urination, along with other things. I tried to get a blood test done this morning, but due to my major needle phobia I couldn't do it. Trying again tomorrow, telling the nurse I need help getting through that. I have to get this checked out. These are the same symptoms my father had at this age, when he contracted type 1 diabetes. Yes, it can after childhood, and I am not in any way at risk for type 2. My parents were planning on coming down in another week, but due to this they've moved it forward and are going to get here this weekend. This is major scary shit for me, as I was telling Phox and my mom over the phone just a while ago and crying. This is like something out of my worst nightmares. I don't usually post these things on here, but I just feel like I need to say something because I'm so afraid of all of this.
In before "F*CK YOU, MY KAI DIED OF DIABETUS".
yo hold it down homie -
keep that positive energy flowing -
Pixie, I am excited at the prospect of you moving forward with your feminist writing... you have a gift with words, and a passion for equality, and it seems like that is a combination that has enormous potential to make change and influence a lot of people.
Quote from: Man Green on October 18, 2012, 06:47:58 AM
Pixie, I am excited at the prospect of you moving forward with your feminist writing... you have a gift with words, and a passion for equality, and it seems like that is a combination that has enormous potential to make change and influence a lot of people.
aww, thank you Nigel. I'm not good with fiction, but I always wanted to be a journalist and music critic as a teenager. That you think I have a gift with words is making my head swell a little, I just thought I was fucking opinionated... :noodledance:
Doing just 800 words is going to be tricky. though. In the Reddit and Rape Culture thread I got to over 1000 in the one post, without breaking sweat. I should probably mine that thread for my Best Bits.
Pixie, I suggest if you want to continue writing for them or any other online blog/zine, it is easier to do so under your own name.
I blogged anonymously, but that was because I pissed people off. Using your own name adds credibility to what you say and makes your comments harder to dismiss.
Quote from: Cain on October 18, 2012, 11:40:07 AM
Pixie, I suggest if you want to continue writing for them or any other online blog/zine, it is easier to do so under your own name.
I blogged anonymously, but that was because I pissed people off. Using your own name adds credibility to what you say and makes your comments harder to dismiss.
Okay. I'm going to use my maiden name, not my married one (although that's just dropping it off the double barrel.) and Annie, rather than my birth certificate name.
Thanks, Cain.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 18, 2012, 01:45:56 AM
Quote from: Cain on October 18, 2012, 12:03:35 AM
If that condition extends to the rest of Arizona, someone needs to write Springtime for Sheriff Joe.
It does, and someone should.
You are going to want to hear this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pC2m2IzHPVU
It seems like my boss may have finally come to her senses and realized that the 14 hour days are not doing me any good.
It looks like I will either have a choice of working during the day, normal office hours, and then going off duty, or else being the evening/overnight duty person, but off for all of the day. Since I'm intending to return to my studies at some point, the latter has a special appeal.
Unfortunately, no clue on when this will start, probably not until after Xmas at the earliest, but it would mean I could sleep in, go to the gym during the day, spend the afternoon trolling celebrities on Twitter studying and spend most nights only doing an hour or two of real work.
Which would be nice. Need to check holiday arrangements, however. Want to keep my current weekends arrangement, and shift my nights off to Thursday/Friday for four day weekends every few weeks.
That sounds too reasonable to be true. What's the catch?
I'm on duty overnight, meaning if anyone gets called, it will be me. And only me. From about 11pm to 8am, I'm on my own.
Most nights that wont be a problem, and for lockout issues the students can call the security company who, unlike me, can and will charge them for being called out (I have lobbied to undercut their prices on out of hour lockouts, with a 50/50 split between the school and the individual staff member, but so far it's not going anywhere).
But since I can sleep in during the day, it's not a huge issue, even if I have to take a student to the out of hours clinic or something (and we should be getting an on-site nurse, too). I guess the main catch is regardless of how late I get to bed, I will still have to get up at 8am, just to turn my work phone off. That might be annoying.
Quote from: Pixie on October 18, 2012, 09:45:05 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 18, 2012, 06:47:58 AM
Pixie, I am excited at the prospect of you moving forward with your feminist writing... you have a gift with words, and a passion for equality, and it seems like that is a combination that has enormous potential to make change and influence a lot of people.
aww, thank you Nigel. I'm not good with fiction, but I always wanted to be a journalist and music critic as a teenager. That you think I have a gift with words is making my head swell a little, I just thought I was fucking opinionated... :noodledance:
Doing just 800 words is going to be tricky. though. In the Reddit and Rape Culture thread I got to over 1000 in the one post, without breaking sweat. I should probably mine that thread for my Best Bits.
You ARE opinionated, and you are very good at presenting that opinion in a way that is articulate, compelling and non-alienating. You could do the feminist movement a lot of good IMO.
It's Flu Shot Day at work. Which means I get to find out who the stupidest people on my team are, while being forced to listen to their bullshit ant-vaccination misinformation.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 18, 2012, 05:35:43 PM
It's Flu Shot Day at work. Which means I get to find out who the stupidest people on my team are, while being forced to listen to their bullshit ant-vaccination misinformation.
Whoa, there's a vaccine against ants? My friend's gonna be thrilled to know, he was just telling me today about how ants somehow managed to destroy his family's electricity meter out in the country a few years ago. (Seriously, that shit happened.)
Quote from: Verbal Mike on October 18, 2012, 06:13:25 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 18, 2012, 05:35:43 PM
It's Flu Shot Day at work. Which means I get to find out who the stupidest people on my team are, while being forced to listen to their bullshit ant-vaccination misinformation.
Whoa, there's a vaccine against ants? My friend's gonna be thrilled to know, he was just telling me today about how ants somehow managed to destroy his family's electricity meter out in the country a few years ago. (Seriously, that shit happened.)
Nice derail. 9/10. Well done.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 18, 2012, 06:14:13 PM
Quote from: Verbal Mike on October 18, 2012, 06:13:25 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 18, 2012, 05:35:43 PM
It's Flu Shot Day at work. Which means I get to find out who the stupidest people on my team are, while being forced to listen to their bullshit ant-vaccination misinformation.
Whoa, there's a vaccine against ants? My friend's gonna be thrilled to know, he was just telling me today about how ants somehow managed to destroy his family's electricity meter out in the country a few years ago. (Seriously, that shit happened.)
Nice derail. 9/10. Well done.
discordia is a train with tank treads. you cannot derail it.
Quote from: V3X on October 18, 2012, 06:15:28 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 18, 2012, 06:14:13 PM
Quote from: Verbal Mike on October 18, 2012, 06:13:25 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 18, 2012, 05:35:43 PM
It's Flu Shot Day at work. Which means I get to find out who the stupidest people on my team are, while being forced to listen to their bullshit ant-vaccination misinformation.
Whoa, there's a vaccine against ants? My friend's gonna be thrilled to know, he was just telling me today about how ants somehow managed to destroy his family's electricity meter out in the country a few years ago. (Seriously, that shit happened.)
Nice derail. 9/10. Well done.
discordia is a train with tank treads. you cannot derail it.
Discordia is a unicycle with a flat tire. You cannot derail it.
Discordia never had rails to start with.
Incidentally, now my shoulder hurts, and I feel mildly drunk. YAY!
Looks as if we wont be playing with our usual line up next week. Either well have a guest bassist or ill be playing bass/guitar through a pitch shifter unless pat or pete offer a third option.
You're just trying to be more like the Doors, admit it.
Only this once. Villager is requesting a sick day.
Kai went and got blood work done this morning. So, there goes step 1.
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Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 17, 2012, 06:32:11 PM
In a real funk, and it only seems to be getting worse. Especially when my brain seems to be actively working against me trying to pull myself out of it. If I just stop and relax for a bit, I worry that I should be doing something, or I'm forgetting to do something or WHY ARE YOU JUST SITTING THERE NOT DOING THE LAUNDRY/CLEANING/COOKING/SOMETHING. If I go out and genuinely have fun and enjoy myself, I immediately feel guilty about it because you must have done something wrong, look at how stupid you must have looked, EVERYONE KNOWS YOU LOOKED LIKE AN ASS. They were just being nice because they felt bad, you know they're talking about you now. FFS, I can barely spend a day with my parents without thinking I screwed it up somehow.
So then I don't do anything so that I can't make myself feel bad about it later. But I WANT to go out and talk to people, so I get more depressed, and withdrawn, resentful and angry and start lashing out at those around me. Feel bad about it later, and so on. And it builds up, and I'm stressed all the time and just so tired. And how do you explain that to anyone without sounding completely insane?
And this is all TMI, and probably won't do any good, but I just....don't know.
It's simple, really. You lack Slack. You worry about what other people think of you. You worry that having a good time is somehow BADWRONG. In many people, this leads them to join religious groups that frown on fun entirely. In others, it leads to the situation you find yourself in.
That's the EASY part. The hard part is doing something ABOUT it. My advice is to work with a therapist, combined with some exercise. Assuming you can AFFORD a therapist. If you can't, talk to Nigel, who may have some information on how to find publicly funded therapy. If this turns out not to be an option, then there's The Cure. That should be considered a last resort, of course, as it tends to turn you into a 44 year old, bitter old man that hates everyone and spends all his time NOT giving a shit what most people think. That does, believe it or not, have some downsides.
(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/1715856/clips/PD/THECURE.png)
This is AMAZING. :lulz:
Also, Princezz, if a hike is too much of a commitment (and I know exactly what that feels like) if there is one thing, just one, I can recommend, it's that you go for a half hour walk every single day. The great thing is that it's only half an hour, and you don't need any equipment or special clothes. You can just pop out the front door, walk for fifteen minutes, and turn around. It should make a surprising difference in how you feel and think.
THIS. And you'll know that you got something done. It doesn't HAVE to be cleaning. Cleaning isn't the measure of a person, anyway. And thanks for the well-wishes. :) The Instant Polio
(TM) hurts a lot less today, I'm optimistic that I'll be OK fairly soon. Probably not in time to get out of town for the weekend like I planned, though...fuck. :cry:
Kai, good luck...and keep in mind it still might NOT be that. Keep us posted.
My F5 key just broke.
I guess I'll come back when I get a new keyboard.
But it's not you who uses that one.
Even my keyboard only has s,d,i, l, o and part of k, n and m worn off.
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 18, 2012, 07:27:28 PM
But it's not you who uses that one.
Even my keyboard only has s,d,i, l, o and part of k, n and m worn off.
Yeah, but I don't feel like part of the creepy fucking voyeur's club without it. I am alone.
Ranted my guts up. It sank. Ranted up some more in LMNO's thread. Pretty sure he and I and NOBODY FUCKING ELSE looked at our posts. Tempted to start an ain't it awful thread just fucking because someone MIGHT actually have a conversation. Dug up a shitload of gut-busting rant music for Twid, on his request. No response.
It's like 2/3rds of the people here don't have fingers or some shit. Or Cain, LMNO, and myself aren't worth responding to. Or people just like to, you know,
watch. Like THAT GUY.
GOOD ENOUGH TO READ, NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO BE ARSED TO RESPOND TO OR HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH.
Fuck that noise. I'm nobody's porn stash, and I'm pretty sure the other people that can be ARSED to respond to anything aren't either.
Cue excuses.
Fuck.
You'll always be my porn stash, big boy.
Dude- i was listening to it while i was writing facade and it helped. I responded only to pixie in that thread because she asked me a question. I didnt respond to anyone else eithe because i havent gone through all of yours yet.
Yeah, well, put yourself in my shoes, and read the thread.
I'm not trying to scream at you, but there's been a lot of this going around. People talking around people. Or reading what they have to say, belching, and moving on to whatever else is out there.
It's frustrating as fuck.
Request for emoticon:
(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fxeHyGFRvyY/UIBO8PHzzrI/AAAAAAAAAlc/3RE9btdFaVE/s372/F5.JPG)
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 18, 2012, 07:49:55 PM
Request for emoticon:
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As soon as I get to my laptop, that motherfucker is IN THERE.
Piss 'em off.
That usually works. :lol:
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 18, 2012, 07:54:03 PM
Piss 'em off.
That usually works. :lol:
Nope. Doesn't work. This place is turning into a bad combo of EB&G and 23AE.
I'm still going to be here, but fuck if I'll put any effort into anything for a bunch of fucking voyeurs. I NEED to rant, but I can do it at Scrubgenius, where at least I never had an
expectation of being read and maybe even responded to by anyone other than Stang & Susie.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 18, 2012, 07:56:07 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 18, 2012, 07:54:03 PM
Piss 'em off.
That usually works. :lol:
Nope. Doesn't work. This place is turning into a bad combo of EB&G and 23AE.
I'm still going to be here, but fuck if I'll put any effort into anything for a bunch of fucking voyeurs. I NEED to rant, but I can do it at Scrubgenius, where at least I never had an expectation of being read and maybe even responded to by anyone other than Stang & Susie.
There is something horribly fucked up about a bunch of PDers not responding to being poked with a stick.
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 18, 2012, 07:57:57 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 18, 2012, 07:56:07 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 18, 2012, 07:54:03 PM
Piss 'em off.
That usually works. :lol:
Nope. Doesn't work. This place is turning into a bad combo of EB&G and 23AE.
I'm still going to be here, but fuck if I'll put any effort into anything for a bunch of fucking voyeurs. I NEED to rant, but I can do it at Scrubgenius, where at least I never had an expectation of being read and maybe even responded to by anyone other than Stang & Susie.
There is something horribly fucked up about a bunch of PDers not responding to being poked with a stick.
TOO MUCH EFFORT. MORE CHEETOHs, PLEASE. AH, ENNUI, HOW I LOVE THEE!
WHAT KIND OF FUCKING CULT
IS THIS, ANYFUCKINGWAY?
I will once i get home.
Near as i can tell no one read mine either.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 18, 2012, 08:01:37 PM
I will once i get home.
Near as i can tell no one read mine either.
:?
Where is it?
Lit chaotic
It's pretty damn good. I added the only critique I have, except that maybe the sentences are a tad choppy.
Thanks- not sure how to fix choppy
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 18, 2012, 08:22:27 PM
Thanks- not sure how to fix choppy
Run on sentences are bad. Choppy is worse, it fatigues the reader.
If you have to err, err on the side of long sentences.
Might do some editing tonight then.
I don't get it.
I really don't.
I mean... I'm seeing a new guy, well, shit, it's been over six months, now, and it still feels new. Things are awesome...
Got a new job... Temp position, and the commute sucks, but there's a chance that it'll be a permanent position paying darn near what I'm actually worth. (Though I'm getting the vibe that it may not turn out... Sucky commute makes that almost okay, actually.)
Why to I keep dropping back into being depressed? Shut yourself in the apartment, turn out the lights, curl up in a ball on the couch, and just stare at the shadows on the wall depressed?
I keep catching myself dragging up all the shit with the NYEX and re-analyzing it... which is pretty fucking worthless, and I KNOW this (both him, and the re-hashing of the shitstorm).
I don't get WHY...
Its because of the 2012 freaks. Their working with two calendars at once made it february.
Im at the pour house in back bay having a beer.
Why?
Cuz i havent been here in ages and i dont feel like shit today. Today i feel like having a drink because it would be fun to go to an old haunt and get a bit o the nostalgia. Not because i feel like being numb.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 19, 2012, 12:36:52 AM
Im at the pour house in back bay having a beer.
Why?
Cuz i havent been here in ages and i dont feel like shit today. Today i feel like having a drink because it would be fun to go to an old haunt and get a bit o the nostalgia. Not because i feel like being numb.
This is a good thing.
I have a bottle of Crabbie's Ginger Beer here, at home. I have already given Suu whatfor for not telling me about this stuff.
You Britspags who've been keeping this to yourselves? Fuck each and every last one of you. Sideways, and pointy ends first.
I LOVE this shit.
To be fair we withheld an american beer from them that one of them said was surprisingly good. I dont know which non north american here posted it or when exactly it was but i do remember roger saying "thats not for you. Give it back." or maybe it was dok. Or it couldve been suu. Or all three.
Quote from: Luna on October 18, 2012, 11:18:23 PM
I don't get it.
I really don't.
I mean... I'm seeing a new guy, well, shit, it's been over six months, now, and it still feels new. Things are awesome...
Got a new job... Temp position, and the commute sucks, but there's a chance that it'll be a permanent position paying darn near what I'm actually worth. (Though I'm getting the vibe that it may not turn out... Sucky commute makes that almost okay, actually.)
Why to I keep dropping back into being depressed? Shut yourself in the apartment, turn out the lights, curl up in a ball on the couch, and just stare at the shadows on the wall depressed?
I keep catching myself dragging up all the shit with the NYEX and re-analyzing it... which is pretty fucking worthless, and I KNOW this (both him, and the re-hashing of the shitstorm).
I don't get WHY...
Hmmm... any chance it's related to seasonal affective disorder?
Quote from: Doktor D. Jennifer Phox on October 18, 2012, 07:00:04 PM
Kai went and got blood work done this morning. So, there goes step 1.
Oh good! Any preliminary results?
Quote from: Man Green on October 19, 2012, 12:57:52 AM
Quote from: Luna on October 18, 2012, 11:18:23 PM
I don't get it.
I really don't.
I mean... I'm seeing a new guy, well, shit, it's been over six months, now, and it still feels new. Things are awesome...
Got a new job... Temp position, and the commute sucks, but there's a chance that it'll be a permanent position paying darn near what I'm actually worth. (Though I'm getting the vibe that it may not turn out... Sucky commute makes that almost okay, actually.)
Why to I keep dropping back into being depressed? Shut yourself in the apartment, turn out the lights, curl up in a ball on the couch, and just stare at the shadows on the wall depressed?
I keep catching myself dragging up all the shit with the NYEX and re-analyzing it... which is pretty fucking worthless, and I KNOW this (both him, and the re-hashing of the shitstorm).
I don't get WHY...
Hmmm... any chance it's related to seasonal affective disorder?
Possible, I suppose... I mean, for the past couple years, I had REASONS to be depressed around the holidays. Last year, I was living alone, trying to decide if I was going to barricade myself in or inflict my miserable ass on my friends. The year before that, I was preparing to walk away from my marriage. And for years before that, it was sitting around the house with my husband, pretending to appreciate the pile of gifts that barely scored "meh" on the wow scale. (Note: It's not that they weren't expensive, or anything... It's that it usually looked like he'd jogged down the aisle with a cart, knocking random shit into it.)
Hrm. May have found part of the problem, there.
Quote from: Luna on October 19, 2012, 02:03:42 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 19, 2012, 12:57:52 AM
Quote from: Luna on October 18, 2012, 11:18:23 PM
I don't get it.
I really don't.
I mean... I'm seeing a new guy, well, shit, it's been over six months, now, and it still feels new. Things are awesome...
Got a new job... Temp position, and the commute sucks, but there's a chance that it'll be a permanent position paying darn near what I'm actually worth. (Though I'm getting the vibe that it may not turn out... Sucky commute makes that almost okay, actually.)
Why to I keep dropping back into being depressed? Shut yourself in the apartment, turn out the lights, curl up in a ball on the couch, and just stare at the shadows on the wall depressed?
I keep catching myself dragging up all the shit with the NYEX and re-analyzing it... which is pretty fucking worthless, and I KNOW this (both him, and the re-hashing of the shitstorm).
I don't get WHY...
Hmmm... any chance it's related to seasonal affective disorder?
Possible, I suppose... I mean, for the past couple years, I had REASONS to be depressed around the holidays. Last year, I was living alone, trying to decide if I was going to barricade myself in or inflict my miserable ass on my friends. The year before that, I was preparing to walk away from my marriage. And for years before that, it was sitting around the house with my husband, pretending to appreciate the pile of gifts that barely scored "meh" on the wow scale. (Note: It's not that they weren't expensive, or anything... It's that it usually looked like he'd jogged down the aisle with a cart, knocking random shit into it.)
Hrm. May have found part of the problem, there.
Yep, sounds like you just poked a sore spot.
Quote from: Luna on October 19, 2012, 12:45:39 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 19, 2012, 12:36:52 AM
Im at the pour house in back bay having a beer.
Why?
Cuz i havent been here in ages and i dont feel like shit today. Today i feel like having a drink because it would be fun to go to an old haunt and get a bit o the nostalgia. Not because i feel like being numb.
This is a good thing.
I have a bottle of Crabbie's Ginger Beer here, at home. I have already given Suu whatfor for not telling me about this stuff.
You Britspags who've been keeping this to yourselves? Fuck each and every last one of you. Sideways, and pointy ends first.
I LOVE this shit.
The Scottish have been keeping it to themselves for many decades. It only appeared on the South Coast when Payne moved to England, he brought it with him and his big white pance and Holy Teachings and Personage. He says that you are welcome. He normally wouldn't let
Colonials or the English have it. You all keep the special editions of Sierra Nevada and such to yourselves, it's only fair imho.
Also His Holispagness is 29 today. 4 more years until he beats Jeebus' high score.
Quote from: Pixie on October 19, 2012, 02:46:16 AM
Quote from: Luna on October 19, 2012, 12:45:39 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 19, 2012, 12:36:52 AM
Im at the pour house in back bay having a beer.
Why?
Cuz i havent been here in ages and i dont feel like shit today. Today i feel like having a drink because it would be fun to go to an old haunt and get a bit o the nostalgia. Not because i feel like being numb.
This is a good thing.
I have a bottle of Crabbie's Ginger Beer here, at home. I have already given Suu whatfor for not telling me about this stuff.
You Britspags who've been keeping this to yourselves? Fuck each and every last one of you. Sideways, and pointy ends first.
I LOVE this shit.
The Scottish have been keeping it to themselves for many decades. It only appeared on the South Coast when Payne moved to England, he brought it with him and his big white pance and Holy Teachings and Personage. He says that you are welcome. He normally wouldn't let Colonials or the English have it. You all keep the special editions of Sierra Nevada and such to yourselves, it's only fair imho.
Also His Holispagness is 29 today. 4 more years until he beats Jeebus' high score.
Tell the bastard happy birthday from us, and that the "colonials" will drink that stuff out from under him if he takes his eyes off it.
I retroactively send him a slainte.
Happy birfday to the resident Messiah!
Quote from: Pixie on October 19, 2012, 02:46:16 AM
Quote from: Luna on October 19, 2012, 12:45:39 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 19, 2012, 12:36:52 AM
Im at the pour house in back bay having a beer.
Why?
Cuz i havent been here in ages and i dont feel like shit today. Today i feel like having a drink because it would be fun to go to an old haunt and get a bit o the nostalgia. Not because i feel like being numb.
This is a good thing.
I have a bottle of Crabbie's Ginger Beer here, at home. I have already given Suu whatfor for not telling me about this stuff.
You Britspags who've been keeping this to yourselves? Fuck each and every last one of you. Sideways, and pointy ends first.
I LOVE this shit.
The Scottish have been keeping it to themselves for many decades. It only appeared on the South Coast when Payne moved to England, he brought it with him and his big white pance and Holy Teachings and Personage. He says that you are welcome. He normally wouldn't let Colonials or the English have it. You all keep the special editions of Sierra Nevada and such to yourselves, it's only fair imho.
Also His Holispagness is 29 today. 4 more years until he beats Jeebus' high score.
Happy birthday to The Payne! May He rise again!
Forgot to mention. Got caught up in the writing.
Guest bassist next week finalized.
He's the only non-Anarchangel member to have played onstage with Anarchangel, and I guest spotted rhythm guitar on a song at his band's (Avariel- he was the keyboardist/one of the guitarists) farewell show.
The last time he played with us is when, again, he was covering for Villager, when she was recovering from surgery, so he knows the majority of the setlist already, and he picked it up in one practice last time.
So, we're good to go.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 19, 2012, 08:44:34 AM
Forgot to mention. Got caught up in the writing.
Guest bassist next week finalized.
He's the only non-Anarchangel member to have played onstage with Anarchangel, and I guest spotted rhythm guitar on a song at his band's (Avariel- he was the keyboardist/one of the guitarists) farewell show.
The last time he played with us is when, again, he was covering for Villager, when she was recovering from surgery, so he knows the majority of the setlist already, and he picked it up in one practice last time.
So, we're good to go.
This, incidentally, will be the first show that Anarchangel and Frost Heaves are playing the same bill.
Seriously considering creating a PD Mass Effect 3 co-op clan, so I don't have to play with fucking randoms all the time, most of whom make me honestly wish for a PvP option.
Not that I'm claiming to be some 1337 N7 rank spec ops killing machine or anything, but I don't use goddamn missile launchers in the third round. On Bronze. Nor do I think the acme of killing power is a goddamn Salarian Infiltrator with the Widow, the single most overrated, easy-mode sniper in all of history, and almost universally played by jackasses. Infiltrators have two roles: use tactical cloak to activate objectives, and use tactical cloak to stealth-revive other players, and most of them can't even manage that.
If getting to see me die in various ways is not motivation enough, I have also, somehow, managed to get a Volus engineer, the single most hilariously stupid class in the entire game. So if you want to see that monstrosity in action, you know who to contact.
PM me or something and we can sort out Origin/Xbox IDs and potential game times.
Luna, fwiw, and only imho – ymmv – parsing out "legitimate reasons for depression" from others is not a useful way to go. It gets you, or at least me, running around in mental circles carefully reviewing all the bad shit in your (my) life, which is precisely the kind of mental state that gets one (more) depressed.
My depressions have always been mild, in the greater scheme of things, but the only thing that has helped me beat them is to realize that I can make the choice to be happy, which by no means means it's easy – it's nigh-on impossible when I have zero willpower and am in the fetal position on the couch and can't bring myself to fucking move – but it does mean that no external circumstances justify depression. I find it useful to think of depression as something that happens to me, which I can stave off but can't really predict or even necessarily detect, and which is never, ever justified. It is antithetical to resolving problems. It is not a defense mechanism, it is a self-destruct mechanism. It's not a response to a problem, it is a problem. And I've found that when it's not so bad that I actually feel unable to get off my ass (which has thankfully been rare with me) I just have to get pissed off at myself, get up, put some shoes on, take a walk, and my head starts clearing. And ultimately I have to find that little switch in my brain which makes me inexplicably happy, which is the only real antidote to being inexplicably sad.
Again, I have no idea how this shit works for other people, but on the off chance that this might help you, there's how it work for me.
Hang on in there.
Thanks, guys...
I'll snap out of it, sooner or later, I'm hoping for sooner. Mostly it's getting to me because it shouldn't be happening. Shit is going well, for a change.
Yeah. Just Lady Depression reminding you that your circumstances are nothing to her, and she scoffs at your happiness. Don't give her a chance. She doesn't deserve it.
The all-nighter on Monday fucked up what was otherwise a decent sleep schedule. Which I am going to further fuck up by curling up in the reading room and sleeping until I have to get to class.
I got nothing better to do than watch TV and have a couple of brews...
Except I don't care for either television or beer, so I'll spend my morning posting on PD. a sad fact that I haven't more so, and that I'll be unlikely to do much of in the near future, but that's a topic for another day.
Pay day today brings me a new hair brush. No longer will my scalp get scraped twice a day by a brush whose bristles all lost their little balls months ago.
Sadly no new clothes or shoes to be found, but think I'm gonna be able to do some shopping for that with a girl's day with my mom soon. Set some money aside for that.
Boring is my life, but I'll torture the internet with it anyway :p
Quote from: Doktor D. Jennifer Phox on October 19, 2012, 02:51:41 PM
I got nothing better to do than watch TV and have a couple of brews...
Except I don't care for either television or beer, so I'll spend my morning posting on PD. a sad fact that I haven't more so, and that I'll be unlikely to do much of in the near future, but that's a topic for another day.
Sticker blitz.
I'm drinking Chartreuse. Very good stuff.
And I just watched this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIXUgtNC4Kc (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIXUgtNC4Kc)
It's awesome.
Well, I got the test done. I was right, it wasn't the pain at all. Compared to my sciatica in the summer of 2007, most pain is minor in comparison. It was all about the needles, and once it was in I was fine. And I just got the test results back this morning. My mother drove all the way down here by herself to be here with me. My fasting glucose levels were 104 that morning, which is higher than it should be (normal range is 70-100). So, it was borderline, but at least my pancreas is still making insulin, which is a complete relief. I'm also feeling a lot better, eating smaller meals, cutting all fruit except berries out of my diet, no caffeine, no alcohol, and definitely no simple sugars.
Though, I feel exhausted. My mother is a whirlwind right now. She's coming down from mania associated with a huge festival she put on last week, and it is sort of driving me nuts. But I'm glad she's here.
Anyway, I probably just need to make these dietary changes and check my blood sugar at home every so often. *huge deep breath*
Quote
I HATE EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING
-- Charles Darwin
http://www.npr.org/blogs/krulwich/2012/10/18/163181524/charles-darwin-and-the-terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad-day?live=1%3Futm_source%3DNPR&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=20121019
Three hours of sleep and I'm working from 6am this morning to 11pm tonight. PRIVATE SECTOR, FUCK YEAH!
On the plus side I actually passed out from exhaustion, meaning I missed our painfully boring staff meeting.
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 19, 2012, 05:57:28 PM
Well, I got the test done. I was right, it wasn't the pain at all. Compared to my sciatica in the summer of 2007, most pain is minor in comparison. It was all about the needles, and once it was in I was fine. And I just got the test results back this morning. My mother drove all the way down here by herself to be here with me. My fasting glucose levels were 104 that morning, which is higher than it should be (normal range is 70-100). So, it was borderline, but at least my pancreas is still making insulin, which is a complete relief. I'm also feeling a lot better, eating smaller meals, cutting all fruit except berries out of my diet, no caffeine, no alcohol, and definitely no simple sugars.
Though, I feel exhausted. My mother is a whirlwind right now. She's coming down from mania associated with a huge festival she put on last week, and it is sort of driving me nuts. But I'm glad she's here.
Anyway, I probably just need to make these dietary changes and check my blood sugar at home every so often. *huge ydeep breath*
Good news, yes?
BREAKING: BURNING MAN COMES TO DALLAS/FT. WORTH (http://blogs.dallasobserver.com/unfairpark/2012/10/big_tex_burned_down_today_at_t.php)
Fuckin' hippies. :lulz:
Off to do Exciting Things for the weekend!
Quote from: Reeducation on October 19, 2012, 05:50:09 PM
I'm drinking Chartreuse. Very good stuff.
And I just watched this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIXUgtNC4Kc (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIXUgtNC4Kc)
It's awesome.
I love Die Antwoord. :lulz:
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 19, 2012, 05:57:28 PM
Well, I got the test done. I was right, it wasn't the pain at all. Compared to my sciatica in the summer of 2007, most pain is minor in comparison. It was all about the needles, and once it was in I was fine. And I just got the test results back this morning. My mother drove all the way down here by herself to be here with me. My fasting glucose levels were 104 that morning, which is higher than it should be (normal range is 70-100). So, it was borderline, but at least my pancreas is still making insulin, which is a complete relief. I'm also feeling a lot better, eating smaller meals, cutting all fruit except berries out of my diet, no caffeine, no alcohol, and definitely no simple sugars.
Though, I feel exhausted. My mother is a whirlwind right now. She's coming down from mania associated with a huge festival she put on last week, and it is sort of driving me nuts. But I'm glad she's here.
Anyway, I probably just need to make these dietary changes and check my blood sugar at home every so often. *huge deep breath*
WHEW. :)
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 19, 2012, 05:57:28 PM
Well, I got the test done. I was right, it wasn't the pain at all. Compared to my sciatica in the summer of 2007, most pain is minor in comparison. It was all about the needles, and once it was in I was fine. And I just got the test results back this morning. My mother drove all the way down here by herself to be here with me. My fasting glucose levels were 104 that morning, which is higher than it should be (normal range is 70-100). So, it was borderline, but at least my pancreas is still making insulin, which is a complete relief. I'm also feeling a lot better, eating smaller meals, cutting all fruit except berries out of my diet, no caffeine, no alcohol, and definitely no simple sugars.
Though, I feel exhausted. My mother is a whirlwind right now. She's coming down from mania associated with a huge festival she put on last week, and it is sort of driving me nuts. But I'm glad she's here.
Anyway, I probably just need to make these dietary changes and check my blood sugar at home every so often. *huge deep breath*
I'm so glad it's not full-blown diabetes! I hope it turns out to be easily controlled through careful diet.
Quote from: V3X on October 19, 2012, 06:10:02 PM
Quote
I HATE EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING
-- Charles Darwin
http://www.npr.org/blogs/krulwich/2012/10/18/163181524/charles-darwin-and-the-terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad-day?live=1%3Futm_source%3DNPR&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=20121019
That is so cute!
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 19, 2012, 06:53:13 PM
BREAKING: BURNING MAN COMES TO DALLAS/FT. WORTH (http://blogs.dallasobserver.com/unfairpark/2012/10/big_tex_burned_down_today_at_t.php)
Fuckin' hippies. :lulz:
That first photograph is AMAZING.
SO FUCKING CREEPY.
Quote from: Man Green on October 19, 2012, 06:56:58 PM
Quote from: Reeducation on October 19, 2012, 05:50:09 PM
I'm drinking Chartreuse. Very good stuff.
And I just watched this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIXUgtNC4Kc (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIXUgtNC4Kc)
It's awesome.
I love Die Antwoord. :lulz:
That is so much win.
Robots
Panthers
Lions
Hyenas
Quote from: Man Green on October 19, 2012, 08:10:22 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 19, 2012, 06:53:13 PM
BREAKING: BURNING MAN COMES TO DALLAS/FT. WORTH (http://blogs.dallasobserver.com/unfairpark/2012/10/big_tex_burned_down_today_at_t.php)
Fuckin' hippies. :lulz:
That first photograph is AMAZING.
SO FUCKING CREEPY.
Yeah, why doesn't his face burn?
TBH, he was always kind of creepy.
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a0/Big_Tex_2008.jpg/220px-Big_Tex_2008.jpg)
The burning pic might make a pretty good WOMP, though. :lulz:
Stella, that's not "kind of" creepy. That's PANTS-WETTINGLY TERRIFYING.
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 19, 2012, 05:57:28 PM
Well, I got the test done. I was right, it wasn't the pain at all. Compared to my sciatica in the summer of 2007, most pain is minor in comparison. It was all about the needles, and once it was in I was fine. And I just got the test results back this morning. My mother drove all the way down here by herself to be here with me. My fasting glucose levels were 104 that morning, which is higher than it should be (normal range is 70-100). So, it was borderline, but at least my pancreas is still making insulin, which is a complete relief. I'm also feeling a lot better, eating smaller meals, cutting all fruit except berries out of my diet, no caffeine, no alcohol, and definitely no simple sugars.
Though, I feel exhausted. My mother is a whirlwind right now. She's coming down from mania associated with a huge festival she put on last week, and it is sort of driving me nuts. But I'm glad she's here.
Anyway, I probably just need to make these dietary changes and check my blood sugar at home every so often. *huge deep breath*
Glad it wasn't the big one.
Quote from: Man Green on October 19, 2012, 11:47:48 PM
Stella, that's not "kind of" creepy. That's PANTS-WETTINGLY TERRIFYING.
So is this. TEABAGGIN FOR TEXAS.
(http://imageshack.us/a/img834/7971/40935243192380353621932.jpg)
Quote from: Man Green on October 19, 2012, 07:58:48 PM
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 19, 2012, 05:57:28 PM
Well, I got the test done. I was right, it wasn't the pain at all. Compared to my sciatica in the summer of 2007, most pain is minor in comparison. It was all about the needles, and once it was in I was fine. And I just got the test results back this morning. My mother drove all the way down here by herself to be here with me. My fasting glucose levels were 104 that morning, which is higher than it should be (normal range is 70-100). So, it was borderline, but at least my pancreas is still making insulin, which is a complete relief. I'm also feeling a lot better, eating smaller meals, cutting all fruit except berries out of my diet, no caffeine, no alcohol, and definitely no simple sugars.
Though, I feel exhausted. My mother is a whirlwind right now. She's coming down from mania associated with a huge festival she put on last week, and it is sort of driving me nuts. But I'm glad she's here.
Anyway, I probably just need to make these dietary changes and check my blood sugar at home every so often. *huge deep breath*
I'm so glad it's not full-blown diabetes! I hope it turns out to be easily controlled through careful diet.
It sure looks that way. I've got an appointment for next Thursday to talk more about the results. Also, apparently my protein levels were "a little tweaked", whatever that means. No idea if that's worrying or not; the person on the phone couldn't give me any further explanation, which bothered me. Might mean I have some protein deficiency issue, which is easily solved. :)
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 20, 2012, 01:36:34 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 19, 2012, 11:47:48 PM
Stella, that's not "kind of" creepy. That's PANTS-WETTINGLY TERRIFYING.
So is this. TEABAGGIN FOR TEXAS.
(http://imageshack.us/a/img834/7971/40935243192380353621932.jpg)
Aaaaaaaaaa!
Woken for a second night in a row. That means it's now three nights running I've had less than four hours sleep.
When I get up tomorrow, heads will roll. And when I come back in a week, I'm going to sit everyone down and treat them liked the entitled little fuckups they clearly are, since they just negated their chance to be treated as young adults.
SO...My kid goes down to LA.
(http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc7/304763_497982193561571_1985840449_n.jpg)
:lulz:
You mentioned his disdain for your antics before, and he goes off and meets up with WHO NOW? :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
Quote from: Richter, Baron von on October 20, 2012, 04:43:19 AM
You mentioned his disdain for your antics before, and he goes off and meets up with WHO NOW? :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
Actually, as it happens, he went to the con to buy guns. His pals wanted to check out the porn section and get a pic with Ron Jeremy. Then they all wussed out, and Ian got the pic to punk them out.
But yeah. HE NEVER GETS TO COMPLAIN ABOUT THE OLD MAN AGAIN. :lulz:
:lulz:
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 20, 2012, 04:39:21 AM
SO...My kid goes down to LA.
(http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc7/304763_497982193561571_1985840449_n.jpg)
:lulz:
OOOOOHHHHHHH my! :lulz:
And he will now do EXACTLY what I say, or I forward THAT to his GRANDMOTHER (my mom).
:lulz:
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 20, 2012, 05:19:33 AM
And he will now do EXACTLY what I say, or I forward THAT to his GRANDMOTHER (my mom).
:lulz:
I don't even want to know how your mom knows who Ron Jeremy.
Twid,
Pretty sure his mother doesn't/
Hmmm.
:rosary beads and punching self in temples:
Your kid is awesome. :lulz:
Haha, that's great, Man Yellow! :lulz:
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 19, 2012, 06:53:13 PM
BREAKING: BURNING MAN COMES TO DALLAS/FT. WORTH (http://blogs.dallasobserver.com/unfairpark/2012/10/big_tex_burned_down_today_at_t.php)
Fuckin' hippies. :lulz:
Although I hated the State Fair and hadn't been in years (humid/hot summer weather + overcrowding = not fun for Aucoq), I had fond memories of him from when I was a youngun'. R.I.P. Big Tex. I know right now he's up in Heaven greeting those passing through the pearly gates with a booming "Howdy, folks!" :sad:
They say as they were wheeling him out in his huge body bag someone had Taps playing on his phone. :lol:
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 20, 2012, 05:19:33 AM
And he will now do EXACTLY what I say, or I forward THAT to his GRANDMOTHER (my mom).
:lulz:
You diabolical man! :lulz:
I love how some of my friends act like I'm being unreasonable because I don't check my email or Facebook constantly. "So how are we supposed to get hold of you if something's time-sensitive?"
I don't KNOW, you might just have to wait until tomorrow! Or text my phone. Which I don't keep with me when I sleep because why the fuck would I do that?
The horror.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 20, 2012, 05:19:33 AM
And he will now do EXACTLY what I say, or I forward THAT to his GRANDMOTHER (my mom).
:lulz:
In an engagement announcement.
OHSHIT, BRB.
(http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n595/Luna0219/PeeDee/RogersKid.jpg)
HAHAHAHAHAHA
:eek: :eek: :eek:
His expression is priceless. Is he going to boil his t shirt or have it fumigated? :lol:
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 20, 2012, 04:38:19 PM
:eek: :eek: :eek:
His expression is priceless. Is he going to boil his t shirt or have it fumigated? :lol:
I believe the Marines have a procedure for this. The skin will eventually grow back.
Quote from: Luna on October 20, 2012, 12:55:15 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 20, 2012, 05:19:33 AM
And he will now do EXACTLY what I say, or I forward THAT to his GRANDMOTHER (my mom).
:lulz:
In an engagement announcement.
OHSHIT, BRB.
(http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n595/Luna0219/PeeDee/RogersKid.jpg)
Luna, can you post just the two of them "isolated"?
There are many more WOMPS to be had, here.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 20, 2012, 04:45:52 PM
Luna, can you post just the two of them "isolated"?
There are many more WOMPS to be had, here.
Absolutely.
(http://i1141.photobucket.com/albums/n595/Luna0219/PeeDee/RogersKid-Isolated.jpg)
Have at. :)
So, I'm going to play ukulele for and/or with Turbonegro tonight. Might be fun.
Quote from: The Waffler on October 20, 2012, 06:45:50 PM
So, I'm going to play ukulele for and/or with Turbonegro tonight. Might be fun.
Had to google them. They rock! GO YOU!!! 8)
25 hours until I'm on holiday. Thank fuck. That'll give me time to finish the Alphabet of Bullshit, sleep and get into something approaching a fitness routine after this disastrous week.
I think maybe they need to go on a global tour.
Going kayaking tomorrow. Haven't been out for three weeks. Car has been off the road pending half a grand of repairs. It's been a loooooong fucking 21 days.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 20, 2012, 04:45:00 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 20, 2012, 04:38:19 PM
:eek: :eek: :eek:
His expression is priceless. Is he going to boil his t shirt or have it fumigated? :lol:
I believe the Marines have a procedure for this. The skin will eventually grow back.
:lol: :lol: :lol:
Look what I found on wikipedia: your tax dollars at work during the Reagan years:
QuoteIn the early 1980s, the Naval Investigative Service was investigating homosexuality in the Chicago area. Agents discovered that gay men sometimes referred to themselves as "friends of Dorothy." Unaware of the historical meaning of the term, the NIS believed that there actually was some woman named Dorothy at the center of a massive ring of homosexual military personnel, so they launched an enormous and obviously futile hunt for the elusive "Dorothy", hoping to find her and convince her to reveal the names of gay servicemembers.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friend_of_Dorothy
I just now noticed the description for "Or Kill Me". :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
So this morning I went estate saling with Sugarbelly, and aquired the following:
A pristine General Electric Model T95 Toast-R-Oven
A green bowling ball in a case
A black rotary telephone that predates curly cords
A large framed picture of LOL Jesus (this one: http://www.bobbis.net/media/albums/SAimages/lolJesus.jpg)
A whole bunch of self-help and religious books to sell on Amazon, and one book by Feynman for me
I spent about $20.
Also a yellow-jacket stung me on the leg for no reason. I was just walking down the sidewalk minding my own fucking business when all of a sudden PAIN! PAINPAINPAIN! I flicked him off and he tried to come back and get me behind the ear but by then I was flailing and my wailing and wailing and scurrying proved too much for him, THE LITTLE SON OF A BITCH.
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 20, 2012, 10:07:29 PM
Look what I found on wikipedia: your tax dollars at work during the Reagan years:
QuoteIn the early 1980s, the Naval Investigative Service was investigating homosexuality in the Chicago area. Agents discovered that gay men sometimes referred to themselves as "friends of Dorothy." Unaware of the historical meaning of the term, the NIS believed that there actually was some woman named Dorothy at the center of a massive ring of homosexual military personnel, so they launched an enormous and obviously futile hunt for the elusive "Dorothy", hoping to find her and convince her to reveal the names of gay servicemembers.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friend_of_Dorothy
In the 1960s, a real homosexual blackmail ring existed in Washington DC and New York. It was very lucrative, by all accounts.
Quote from: Man Green on October 20, 2012, 10:55:20 PM
So this morning I went estate saling with Sugarbelly, and aquired the following:
A pristine General Electric Model T95 Toast-R-Oven
A green bowling ball in a case
A black rotary telephone that predates curly cords
A large framed picture of LOL Jesus (this one: http://www.bobbis.net/media/albums/SAimages/lolJesus.jpg)
A whole bunch of self-help and religious books to sell on Amazon, and one book by Feynman for me
I spent about $20.
Also a yellow-jacket stung me on the leg for no reason. I was just walking down the sidewalk minding my own fucking business when all of a sudden PAIN! PAINPAINPAIN! I flicked him off and he tried to come back and get me behind the ear but by then I was flailing and my wailing and wailing and scurrying proved too much for him, THE LITTLE SON OF A BITCH.
Could have been a hornet to the genitals...
Quote from: Cain on October 20, 2012, 11:11:40 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 20, 2012, 10:07:29 PM
Look what I found on wikipedia: your tax dollars at work during the Reagan years:
QuoteIn the early 1980s, the Naval Investigative Service was investigating homosexuality in the Chicago area. Agents discovered that gay men sometimes referred to themselves as "friends of Dorothy." Unaware of the historical meaning of the term, the NIS believed that there actually was some woman named Dorothy at the center of a massive ring of homosexual military personnel, so they launched an enormous and obviously futile hunt for the elusive "Dorothy", hoping to find her and convince her to reveal the names of gay servicemembers.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friend_of_Dorothy
In the 1960s, a real homosexual blackmail ring existed in Washington DC and New York. It was very lucrative, by all accounts.
Is this it?
http://www.slate.com/articles/life/history/2012/07/the_chickens_and_the_bulls_the_rise_and_incredible_fall_of_a_vicious_extortion_ring_that_preyed_on_prominent_gay_men_in_the_1960s_.html
Quote from: Man Green on October 20, 2012, 10:55:20 PM
So this morning I went estate saling with Sugarbelly, and aquired the following:
A pristine General Electric Model T95 Toast-R-Oven
A green bowling ball in a case
A black rotary telephone that predates curly cords
A large framed picture of LOL Jesus (this one: http://www.bobbis.net/media/albums/SAimages/lolJesus.jpg)
A whole bunch of self-help and religious books to sell on Amazon, and one book by Feynman for me
I spent about $20.
Also a yellow-jacket stung me on the leg for no reason. I was just walking down the sidewalk minding my own fucking business when all of a sudden PAIN! PAINPAINPAIN! I flicked him off and he tried to come back and get me behind the ear but by then I was flailing and my wailing and wailing and scurrying proved too much for him, THE LITTLE SON OF A BITCH.
Fucking ACE on the aquisitions. :)
As for the yellow jacket, it's starting to look like a trend here. :x Hope you got a lick in. Fucker.
Quote from: Luna on October 21, 2012, 01:11:40 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 20, 2012, 10:55:20 PM
So this morning I went estate saling with Sugarbelly, and aquired the following:
A pristine General Electric Model T95 Toast-R-Oven
A green bowling ball in a case
A black rotary telephone that predates curly cords
A large framed picture of LOL Jesus (this one: http://www.bobbis.net/media/albums/SAimages/lolJesus.jpg)
A whole bunch of self-help and religious books to sell on Amazon, and one book by Feynman for me
I spent about $20.
Also a yellow-jacket stung me on the leg for no reason. I was just walking down the sidewalk minding my own fucking business when all of a sudden PAIN! PAINPAINPAIN! I flicked him off and he tried to come back and get me behind the ear but by then I was flailing and my wailing and wailing and scurrying proved too much for him, THE LITTLE SON OF A BITCH.
Could have been a hornet to the genitals...
Even hornets know better than to sting me in the junk.
However, my incision is now infected. Since I already have an appointment on Monday I'm going to try to hold out for it, so as to avoid the horrific reality of the emergency room.
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 01:50:47 AM
However, my incision is now infected. Since I already have an appointment on Monday I'm going to try to hold out for it, so as to avoid the horrific reality of the emergency room.
:(
That sucks. Let me know if I can bring you anything.
Quote from: Net on October 21, 2012, 02:53:43 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 01:50:47 AM
However, my incision is now infected. Since I already have an appointment on Monday I'm going to try to hold out for it, so as to avoid the horrific reality of the emergency room.
:(
That sucks. Let me know if I can bring you anything.
Thanks! If you could bring me sleep that would be nice. It seems to be eluding me lately.
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 02:56:19 AM
Quote from: Net on October 21, 2012, 02:53:43 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 01:50:47 AM
However, my incision is now infected. Since I already have an appointment on Monday I'm going to try to hold out for it, so as to avoid the horrific reality of the emergency room.
:(
That sucks. Let me know if I can bring you anything.
Thanks! If you could bring me sleep that would be nice. It seems to be eluding me lately.
I have a bottle of Aspirin and 24 oz of Steel Reserve but I'm thinking you meant the healthy kind...
Quote from: Net on October 21, 2012, 02:58:03 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 02:56:19 AM
Quote from: Net on October 21, 2012, 02:53:43 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 01:50:47 AM
However, my incision is now infected. Since I already have an appointment on Monday I'm going to try to hold out for it, so as to avoid the horrific reality of the emergency room.
:(
That sucks. Let me know if I can bring you anything.
Thanks! If you could bring me sleep that would be nice. It seems to be eluding me lately.
I have a bottle of Aspirin and 24 oz of Steel Reserve but I'm thinking you meant the healthy kind...
:lulz: Yeah, that's probably NOT what the doctor ordered!
I'll probably be hitting the narcotics in a bit. I fucking hate that shit but this hurts like a motherfucker.
This matters more to me, than to anyone else, since I'm on the Vatican trip.
However, in a few hours, the first Native American will be elevated to sainthood.
St. Kateri.
Why this is of interest to me is that Kateri was Villager's confirmation name (Catholics adopt a second middle name at confirmation, and it must be a Saint name. Or at least someone who has been beatifited.)
So, Villager's confirmation name sake, even though she left the faith, is getting canonized, TODAY Roman time. (ten min until "today" Boston time)
I was happy to tell her.
She responded "I never expected Kateri to be canonized in my lifetime"
Villager isn't even Catholic anymore.
http://news.yahoo.com/boys-miracle-cure-makes-1st-native-american-saint-041122051.html
I named myself after St. Ciaran of Clonmacnois. Because my last name means "Grandson of the Follower of Ciaran [of Clonmacnois]" Thing is, Ciaran never got the skeptical investigation. He was grandfathered in because of mythical ancient just converted recently Ireland thing. But, nowadays, even though we're a little more scientific.... St. Kateri is more of a saint than St. Ciaran. So, congrats Kateri. :fist over heart, in Pagan salute:
There is a huge party going on at my house right now.
But I need to poop. What do?
Quote from: Net on October 21, 2012, 05:28:36 AM
There is a huge party going on at my house right now.
But I need to poop. What do?
It's at your place yeah?
Then... whatever you are willing to deal with later.
This includes upsetting people blocking you from your own throne.
Quote from: Net on October 21, 2012, 05:28:36 AM
There is a huge party going on at my house right now.
But I need to poop. What do?
Go to the bathroom door and announce "HEY, I LIVE HERE AND I HAVE TO SHIT".
Go in bathroom.
Shit.
???
PROFIT.
For my birthday today, I got a toxic brisket, a fiery yard, and JESUS FUCK AWFUL DOGFARTS.
Thankfully, I am pretty sure the last is not related to the first two. So there's that.
I really, really hope the last one not only is not related to the first two, but is totally just an upset tummy and not something life threatening.
Her belly is visibly swollen with gas, and it makes liquid slurking sounds when patted. Hopefully she'll be okay in the morning. :worry:
I dont know what the hell is going on but it seems like in the past week boston has decided to reveal herself to me.
Dog isn't better, as such, but she doesn't seem in an inordinate amount of pain, so maybe it's just horrible diarrhea. I will keep an eye on it.
In other news, for breakfast I am going to have 5/8 of a lemon meringue pie. :fap:
Infection is gone this morning, yay!
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 07:07:51 PM
Infection is gone this morning, yay!
Of course it is. It didn't want to get Nigel'd. It was only there because it lost a bet, and wasn't expected to actually return...
Good luck with your dog, Freeky!
Poor doggy. Yay pie!
Yay no infection!
Quote from: Luna on October 21, 2012, 07:15:31 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 07:07:51 PM
Infection is gone this morning, yay!
Of course it is. It didn't want to get Nigel'd. It was only there because it lost a bet, and wasn't expected to actually return...
:lulz:
I was surprised (why? I shouldn't be) by the number of people on Facebook who were all "It's time you get a professional involved!" and "Call your doctor!"
:?
It's nice that they cared enough to post, but you would think that if they cared enough to post that maybe they would also have cared enough to have noticed that this is an ongoing situation dating back two months and I'm at OHSU often enough to be on a first-name basis with every doctor in the Center for Women's Health.
I wish i had my notebook with me. But if i did the weird wouldnt be happening.
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 07:33:09 PM
Quote from: Luna on October 21, 2012, 07:15:31 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 07:07:51 PM
Infection is gone this morning, yay!
Of course it is. It didn't want to get Nigel'd. It was only there because it lost a bet, and wasn't expected to actually return...
:lulz:
I was surprised (why? I shouldn't be) by the number of people on Facebook who were all "It's time you get a professional involved!" and "Call your doctor!"
:?
It's nice that they cared enough to post, but you would think that if they cared enough to post that maybe they would also have cared enough to have noticed that this is an ongoing situation dating back two months and I'm at OHSU often enough to be on a first-name basis with every doctor in the Center for Women's Health.
I also saw more than a couple of home remedies.
I understand now what you meant by "trying to fix things" being a royal pain the in ass.
Fresno had an earthquake last night at about midnight. :lulz: Which is to say there was a tiiiiny shake (because it was a shallow 5.3 in the coastal range and we're across the valley from there) that woke up all the sleepers in town very briefly and shook some dust off the chandeliers.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 08:13:29 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 07:33:09 PM
Quote from: Luna on October 21, 2012, 07:15:31 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 07:07:51 PM
Infection is gone this morning, yay!
Of course it is. It didn't want to get Nigel'd. It was only there because it lost a bet, and wasn't expected to actually return...
:lulz:
I was surprised (why? I shouldn't be) by the number of people on Facebook who were all "It's time you get a professional involved!" and "Call your doctor!"
:?
It's nice that they cared enough to post, but you would think that if they cared enough to post that maybe they would also have cared enough to have noticed that this is an ongoing situation dating back two months and I'm at OHSU often enough to be on a first-name basis with every doctor in the Center for Women's Health.
I also saw more than a couple of home remedies.
I understand now what you meant by "trying to fix things" being a royal pain the in ass.
I think you have to TRAIN people on facebook.
People who are CONSISTENTLY sick/injured get their stories followed. I posted that I couldn't WALK and it took three days for anybody to ask what happened.
Also, a woman with some dire health issues who I've been supportive of ignored me for a few days. Probably thought I was moving in on her hustle. :horrormirth:
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 08:13:29 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 07:33:09 PM
Quote from: Luna on October 21, 2012, 07:15:31 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 07:07:51 PM
Infection is gone this morning, yay!
Of course it is. It didn't want to get Nigel'd. It was only there because it lost a bet, and wasn't expected to actually return...
:lulz:
I was surprised (why? I shouldn't be) by the number of people on Facebook who were all "It's time you get a professional involved!" and "Call your doctor!"
:?
It's nice that they cared enough to post, but you would think that if they cared enough to post that maybe they would also have cared enough to have noticed that this is an ongoing situation dating back two months and I'm at OHSU often enough to be on a first-name basis with every doctor in the Center for Women's Health.
I also saw more than a couple of home remedies.
I understand now what you meant by "trying to fix things" being a royal pain the in ass.
Yeah. :lulz: I loved Zach, though, whose home remedy was mixing honey with herbs and soda water and using it to wash down some antibiotics.
But I am always astonished by the people who SERIOUSLY recommend a home remedy for something that is obviously beyond the scope of Grandma's Herb Rack. "My abdominal surgery incision is infected" is DEFINITELY NOT home remedy material. :lol: That's sort of like recommending a nice herbal tea for meningitis.
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 09:01:20 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 08:13:29 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 07:33:09 PM
Quote from: Luna on October 21, 2012, 07:15:31 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 07:07:51 PM
Infection is gone this morning, yay!
Of course it is. It didn't want to get Nigel'd. It was only there because it lost a bet, and wasn't expected to actually return...
:lulz:
I was surprised (why? I shouldn't be) by the number of people on Facebook who were all "It's time you get a professional involved!" and "Call your doctor!"
:?
It's nice that they cared enough to post, but you would think that if they cared enough to post that maybe they would also have cared enough to have noticed that this is an ongoing situation dating back two months and I'm at OHSU often enough to be on a first-name basis with every doctor in the Center for Women's Health.
I also saw more than a couple of home remedies.
I understand now what you meant by "trying to fix things" being a royal pain the in ass.
Yeah. :lulz: I loved Zach, though, whose home remedy was mixing honey with herbs and soda water and using it to wash down some antibiotics.
But I am always astonished by the people who SERIOUSLY recommend a home remedy for something that is obviously beyond the scope of Grandma's Herb Rack. "My abdominal surgery incision is infected" is DEFINITELY NOT home remedy material. :lol: That's sort of like recommending a nice herbal tea for meningitis.
I don't trust neurosurgeons. Pardon me, I'm off to get a hammer and chisel.
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 21, 2012, 08:31:08 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 08:13:29 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 07:33:09 PM
Quote from: Luna on October 21, 2012, 07:15:31 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 07:07:51 PM
Infection is gone this morning, yay!
Of course it is. It didn't want to get Nigel'd. It was only there because it lost a bet, and wasn't expected to actually return...
:lulz:
I was surprised (why? I shouldn't be) by the number of people on Facebook who were all "It's time you get a professional involved!" and "Call your doctor!"
:?
It's nice that they cared enough to post, but you would think that if they cared enough to post that maybe they would also have cared enough to have noticed that this is an ongoing situation dating back two months and I'm at OHSU often enough to be on a first-name basis with every doctor in the Center for Women's Health.
I also saw more than a couple of home remedies.
I understand now what you meant by "trying to fix things" being a royal pain the in ass.
I think you have to TRAIN people on facebook.
People who are CONSISTENTLY sick/injured get their stories followed. I posted that I couldn't WALK and it took three days for anybody to ask what happened.
Also, a woman with some dire health issues who I've been supportive of ignored me for a few days. Probably thought I was moving in on her hustle. :horrormirth:
I also wonder how much of it is the weird fucking way Facebook filters stories? You don't see all of them in order anymore, and there's no way to force it to show you, either. Sometimes you see things, sometimes you don't.
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 09:02:59 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 21, 2012, 08:31:08 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 08:13:29 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 07:33:09 PM
Quote from: Luna on October 21, 2012, 07:15:31 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 07:07:51 PM
Infection is gone this morning, yay!
Of course it is. It didn't want to get Nigel'd. It was only there because it lost a bet, and wasn't expected to actually return...
:lulz:
I was surprised (why? I shouldn't be) by the number of people on Facebook who were all "It's time you get a professional involved!" and "Call your doctor!"
:?
It's nice that they cared enough to post, but you would think that if they cared enough to post that maybe they would also have cared enough to have noticed that this is an ongoing situation dating back two months and I'm at OHSU often enough to be on a first-name basis with every doctor in the Center for Women's Health.
I also saw more than a couple of home remedies.
I understand now what you meant by "trying to fix things" being a royal pain the in ass.
I think you have to TRAIN people on facebook.
People who are CONSISTENTLY sick/injured get their stories followed. I posted that I couldn't WALK and it took three days for anybody to ask what happened.
Also, a woman with some dire health issues who I've been supportive of ignored me for a few days. Probably thought I was moving in on her hustle. :horrormirth:
I also wonder how much of it is the weird fucking way Facebook filters stories? You don't see all of them in order anymore, and there's no way to force it to show you, either. Sometimes you see things, sometimes you don't.
Hush. You don't want to attract Zuckerberg's Cleaners.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 09:02:36 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 09:01:20 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 08:13:29 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 07:33:09 PM
Quote from: Luna on October 21, 2012, 07:15:31 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 07:07:51 PM
Infection is gone this morning, yay!
Of course it is. It didn't want to get Nigel'd. It was only there because it lost a bet, and wasn't expected to actually return...
:lulz:
I was surprised (why? I shouldn't be) by the number of people on Facebook who were all "It's time you get a professional involved!" and "Call your doctor!"
:?
It's nice that they cared enough to post, but you would think that if they cared enough to post that maybe they would also have cared enough to have noticed that this is an ongoing situation dating back two months and I'm at OHSU often enough to be on a first-name basis with every doctor in the Center for Women's Health.
I also saw more than a couple of home remedies.
I understand now what you meant by "trying to fix things" being a royal pain the in ass.
Yeah. :lulz: I loved Zach, though, whose home remedy was mixing honey with herbs and soda water and using it to wash down some antibiotics.
But I am always astonished by the people who SERIOUSLY recommend a home remedy for something that is obviously beyond the scope of Grandma's Herb Rack. "My abdominal surgery incision is infected" is DEFINITELY NOT home remedy material. :lol: That's sort of like recommending a nice herbal tea for meningitis.
I don't trust neurosurgeons. Pardon me, I'm off to get a hammer and chisel.
:lulz:
DON'T TRUST DOCTORS
DO THIS ANTI-CANCER DANCE.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 09:03:43 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 09:02:59 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 21, 2012, 08:31:08 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 08:13:29 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 07:33:09 PM
Quote from: Luna on October 21, 2012, 07:15:31 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 07:07:51 PM
Infection is gone this morning, yay!
Of course it is. It didn't want to get Nigel'd. It was only there because it lost a bet, and wasn't expected to actually return...
:lulz:
I was surprised (why? I shouldn't be) by the number of people on Facebook who were all "It's time you get a professional involved!" and "Call your doctor!"
:?
It's nice that they cared enough to post, but you would think that if they cared enough to post that maybe they would also have cared enough to have noticed that this is an ongoing situation dating back two months and I'm at OHSU often enough to be on a first-name basis with every doctor in the Center for Women's Health.
I also saw more than a couple of home remedies.
I understand now what you meant by "trying to fix things" being a royal pain the in ass.
I think you have to TRAIN people on facebook.
People who are CONSISTENTLY sick/injured get their stories followed. I posted that I couldn't WALK and it took three days for anybody to ask what happened.
Also, a woman with some dire health issues who I've been supportive of ignored me for a few days. Probably thought I was moving in on her hustle. :horrormirth:
I also wonder how much of it is the weird fucking way Facebook filters stories? You don't see all of them in order anymore, and there's no way to force it to show you, either. Sometimes you see things, sometimes you don't.
Hush. You don't want to attract Zuckerberg's Cleaners.
I'll "clean" Zuckerberg! :argh!:
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 09:03:53 PM
DON'T TRUST DOCTORS
DO THIS ANTI-CANCER DANCE.
It's a good thing the left isn't anti-science, like the right.
"My water. It is FULL OF FLOURIDE!"
\
:hippie:
Also, "herbal tea"? By definition, ALL TEA IS HERBAL.
This is why I stick to coffee, which was invented by all-American sciency-types.
I can't drink coffee anymore. :cry: I miss it.
I think it's fascinating that there are people on Facebook and other forums who are in a state of crisis for YEARS. Not chronic illness (people I know who have actual chronic illnesses, interestingly, almost never seem to be in a state of crisis... perhaps because they learned long ago that crisis makes them really sick and they don't want to die) but one acute illness after another, which always turns out to be not what they thought it was but actually something else (usually as they go from one naturopath to another, since none of them seem to agree on what different symptoms mean) and then they go from one questionable and expensive treatment to another, in the meantime dragging out years and years and years worth of drama with the same people in their lives. One woman I know has been in an acute state of drama with her husband and stepkids for about the last ten years; she can't stand the stepkids, they misbehave, blah blah blah, she's mad at her husband because he "doesn't stand up to them", blah blah blah, now one of them is getting married and she's in a state of crisis because the bride isn't taking the wedding preparations as seriously as she is. I'm like, seriously lady? :roll:
How do these people even live like this?
I remember one lady who had a crisis for like a year and a half because she sold a bird to someone and then felt like they weren't taking good enough care of it, and wanted to do home visits and they were all "what? leave us alone!" and eventually got a restraining order against her.
And they get so much sympathy and boo-hoo, poor you! from all their internet friends, for YEARS.
I think that at some point, if your life is a series of drama and crises, there comes a time when you need to look at it and go, OK, is it really that life is raining an unending and disproportionate deluge of horror and conflict on me, or is most of this drama coming from the way I'm handling ordinary challenges? Do other people commonly have these challenges? How do they handle them differently so that their lives aren't a succession of crises?
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 09:24:26 PM
I think it's fascinating that there are people on Facebook and other forums who are in a state of crisis for YEARS. Not chronic illness (people I know who have actual chronic illnesses, interestingly, almost never seem to be in a state of crisis... perhaps because they learned long ago that crisis makes them really sick and they don't want to die) but one acute illness after another, which always turns out to be not what they thought it was but actually something else (usually as they go from one naturopath to another, since none of them seem to agree on what different symptoms mean) and then they go from one questionable and expensive treatment to another, in the meantime dragging out years and years and years worth of drama with the same people in their lives. One woman I know has been in an acute state of drama with her husband and stepkids for about the last ten years; she can't stand the stepkids, they misbehave, blah blah blah, she's mad at her husband because he "doesn't stand up to them", blah blah blah, now one of them is getting married and she's in a state of crisis because the bride isn't taking the wedding preparations as seriously as she is. I'm like, seriously lady? :roll:
How do these people even live like this?
I remember one lady who had a crisis for like a year and a half because she sold a bird to someone and then felt like they weren't taking good enough care of it, and wanted to do home visits and they were all "what? leave us alone!" and eventually got a restraining order against her.
And they get so much sympathy and boo-hoo, poor you! from all their internet friends, for YEARS.
I think that at some point, if your life is a series of drama and crises, there comes a time when you need to look at it and go, OK, is it really that life is raining an unending and disproportionate deluge of horror and conflict on me, or is most of this drama coming from the way I'm handling ordinary challenges? Do other people commonly have these challenges? How do they handle them differently so that their lives aren't a succession of crises?
My solution is to give attention-seekers lots of attention. You'd think that's what they want, but apparently it isn't.
:lulz: :lulz: Yes. Pointed, snarky attention.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 09:21:27 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 21, 2012, 09:21:09 PM
I can't drink coffee anymore. :cry: I miss it.
Why not?
Uh, I fucked up my stomach one summer through irresponsible eating. I can drink and eat acidic things, I just can't drink coffee without being miserable for eight to ten hours and spending about half of that wanting to puke.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 09:05:28 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 09:03:53 PM
DON'T TRUST DOCTORS
DO THIS ANTI-CANCER DANCE.
It's a good thing the left isn't anti-science, like the right.
"My water. It is FULL OF FLOURIDE!"
\
:hippie:
Also, "herbal tea"? By definition, ALL TEA IS HERBAL.
This is why I stick to coffee, which was invented by all-American sciency-types.
The dialogue on fluoridation going down in Portland right now makes me want to punch people in the neck. No, I won't sign your goddamn petition because I DON'T want the public to have a chance to vote on public health policy, dumbasses.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 21, 2012, 09:29:15 PM
:lulz: :lulz: Yes. Pointed, snarky attention.
Either that, or I explain what their problems actually are, in my Godlike omniscience. They don't like that shit, either.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 21, 2012, 09:29:15 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 09:21:27 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 21, 2012, 09:21:09 PM
I can't drink coffee anymore. :cry: I miss it.
Why not?
Uh, I fucked up my stomach one summer through irresponsible eating. I can drink and eat acidic things, I just can't drink coffee without being miserable for eight to ten hours and spending about half of that wanting to puke.
They make a pill for that. If I don't have a Nexium in the morning, by noon I'm vomiting acid like the beasties in
Aliens.
TGRR,
Better living through chemistry
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 09:30:49 PM
The dialogue on fluoridation going down in Portland right now makes me want to punch people in the neck.
Do it. If you fight it, your blood pressure will go all sideways. And it's a public service.
Quote
No, I won't sign your goddamn petition because I DON'T want the public to have a chance to vote on public health policy, dumbasses.
Why do you hate democracy and plain old common sense, Nigel?
Personally, I want a bunch of hipsters and po'buckers deciding these things. I want them deciding how much water to extract from the ground, too. And whether or not we should drill for oil in the last few untouched areas of the country.
Also, I want them deciding education policy. Oh, yeah.
:horrormirth: I think it would be a good idea to make schools accountable to the parents rather than the state/federal government but I
shudder at the idea of them dictating policy.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 09:31:58 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 21, 2012, 09:29:15 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 09:21:27 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 21, 2012, 09:21:09 PM
I can't drink coffee anymore. :cry: I miss it.
Why not?
Uh, I fucked up my stomach one summer through irresponsible eating. I can drink and eat acidic things, I just can't drink coffee without being miserable for eight to ten hours and spending about half of that wanting to puke.
They make a pill for that. If I don't have a Nexium in the morning, by noon I'm vomiting acid like the beasties in Aliens.
TGRR,
Better living through chemistry
If I had trouble with more than just coffee, I'd be investigating that. But it's jut coffee. I mostly miss the taste, since I've found a replacement source of caffeine.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 21, 2012, 09:37:16 PM
:horrormirth: I think it would be a good idea to make schools accountable to the parents rather than the state/federal government but I shudder at the idea of them dictating policy.
Geology: Jesus did it.
Biology: Jesus did it.
Physics: Jesus did it.
American History: Jesus did it.
Health: You filthy pervert.
Early in geology's history as a science, there were people who stopped pursuing it because it contradicted the bible. I suspect they'd stop teaching it altogether (because, pfft, who needs to know about plate tectonics?).
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 21, 2012, 09:46:50 PM
Early in geology's history as a science, there were people who stopped pursuing it because it contradicted the bible. I suspect they'd stop teaching it altogether (because, pfft, who needs to know about plate tectonics?).
It's GOD who makes earthquakes, to punish people for SINNING. DUH.
I want to start an organization to gather signatures to petition the Federal government to take the fluoride out of all our water and fruit.
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 10:31:24 PM
I want to start an organization to gather signatures to petition the Federal government to take the fluoride out of all our water and fruit.
It gets in our rivers, you know.
TGRR,
Living in Honey Boo Boo Land. Someone kill me.
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 10:28:10 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 21, 2012, 09:46:50 PM
Early in geology's history as a science, there were people who stopped pursuing it because it contradicted the bible. I suspect they'd stop teaching it altogether (because, pfft, who needs to know about plate tectonics?).
It's GOD who makes earthquakes, to punish people for SINNING. DUH.
:lulz: PAT ROBINSON SAID SO SO IT MUST BE TRUE!
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 09:39:19 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 21, 2012, 09:37:16 PM
:horrormirth: I think it would be a good idea to make schools accountable to the parents rather than the state/federal government but I shudder at the idea of them dictating policy.
Geology: Jesus did it.
Biology: Jesus did it.
Physics: Jesus did it.
American History: Jesus did it.
Health: You filthy pervert.
I blame light switches. I don't know how the damn things work, but I know enough to use them in my day to day life. Similarly, we don't need to know the details of the above topics together by in our day to day. So we fill in the blanks with whatever pleasing sounding idiocy we can come up with.
Quote from: Internet Jesus on October 21, 2012, 11:32:07 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 09:39:19 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 21, 2012, 09:37:16 PM
:horrormirth: I think it would be a good idea to make schools accountable to the parents rather than the state/federal government but I shudder at the idea of them dictating policy.
Geology: Jesus did it.
Biology: Jesus did it.
Physics: Jesus did it.
American History: Jesus did it.
Health: You filthy pervert.
I blame light switches. I don't know how the damn things work, but I know enough to use them in my day to day life. Similarly, we don't need to know the details of the above topics together by in our day to day. So we fill in the blanks with whatever pleasing sounding idiocy we can come up with.
Actually, I think it's a deliberate reaction. Americans are so insanely polarized that we will pass any amount of insane legislation/standards just to piss the other side off. And consequences? What are those? We'll just blame the other side.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 10:32:20 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 10:31:24 PM
I want to start an organization to gather signatures to petition the Federal government to take the fluoride out of all our water and fruit.
It gets in our rivers, you know.
TGRR,
Living in Honey Boo Boo Land. Someone kill me.
Did you know they even put it in our VEGETABLES!
:argh!:
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 11:33:33 PM
Quote from: Internet Jesus on October 21, 2012, 11:32:07 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 09:39:19 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 21, 2012, 09:37:16 PM
:horrormirth: I think it would be a good idea to make schools accountable to the parents rather than the state/federal government but I shudder at the idea of them dictating policy.
Geology: Jesus did it.
Biology: Jesus did it.
Physics: Jesus did it.
American History: Jesus did it.
Health: You filthy pervert.
I blame light switches. I don't know how the damn things work, but I know enough to use them in my day to day life. Similarly, we don't need to know the details of the above topics together by in our day to day. So we fill in the blanks with whatever pleasing sounding idiocy we can come up with.
Actually, I think it's a deliberate reaction. Americans are so insanely polarized that we will pass any amount of insane legislation/standards just to piss the other side off. And consequences? What are those? We'll just blame the other side.
Naw, that's why it gets traction. But the idiot lies come from somewhere and must be used or else they shrivel up. And those, they come from folks for whom the world must be simple or they can't function.
Recognizing that Thomas Jefferson was both a great man and a vile fucking hypocrite is too much for folks like that. Coming to the conclusion that evolution may just answer how god made us, but not why, is too much.
I want to point out that iron overdose is the #1 cause of death by poisoning of children under five.
Yet, not only does our government actually add iron to common foods such as flour, it's also in our water, vegetables, legumes, shellfish, and most alarmingly of all, even in our MEAT. Knowing the catastrophic consequences of iron overdose, I find it utterly unconscionable, nay, reprehensible that the government would force this poison on us through our food supply, giving us no choice but to consume it and even to feed it to our vulnerable little children!
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 11:43:45 PM
I want to point out that iron overdose is the #1 cause of death by poisoning of children under five.
Yet, not only does our government actually add iron to common foods such as flour, it's also in our water, vegetables, legumes, shellfish, and most alarmingly of all, even in our MEAT. Knowing the catastrophic consequences of iron overdose, I find it utterly unconscionable, nay, reprehensible that the government would force this poison on us through our food supply, giving us no choice but to consume it and even to feed it to our vulnerable little children!
HEY!
Some fucker put vitamin C in my orange juice?
More like VITAMIN CANCER.
Im not going to be on much at all tonight. Im not going to be going home.
Rog thanks for the advice.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 21, 2012, 11:51:26 PM
Im not going to be on much at all tonight. Im not going to be going home.
Rog thanks for the advice.
No sweat.
I am the Redman of PD.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 22, 2012, 12:13:02 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 21, 2012, 11:51:26 PM
Im not going to be on much at all tonight. Im not going to be going home.
Rog thanks for the advice.
No sweat.
I am the Redman of PD.
NO
YOU ARE THE YELLOWMAN. :crankey:
Quote from: Man Green on October 22, 2012, 12:19:39 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 22, 2012, 12:13:02 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 21, 2012, 11:51:26 PM
Im not going to be on much at all tonight. Im not going to be going home.
Rog thanks for the advice.
No sweat.
I am the Redman of PD.
NO
YOU ARE THE YELLOWMAN. :crankey:
I stand corrected.
We need to put that whole Man Yellow/Man Green thing to work somewhere. I'm thinking the hipster boards, tomorrow night. Can you re-reg? You can't change your name there, I don't think.
Or maybe on some facebook page.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 22, 2012, 12:21:35 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 22, 2012, 12:19:39 AM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 22, 2012, 12:13:02 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 21, 2012, 11:51:26 PM
Im not going to be on much at all tonight. Im not going to be going home.
Rog thanks for the advice.
No sweat.
I am the Redman of PD.
NO
YOU ARE THE YELLOWMAN. :crankey:
I stand corrected.
We need to put that whole Man Yellow/Man Green thing to work somewhere. I'm thinking the hipster boards, tomorrow night. Can you re-reg? You can't change your name there, I don't think.
Or maybe on some facebook page.
Monday nights I usually have dinner with FBF, but possibly another night? I haven't been on the hipster boards at all lately... too much homework and kids and getting tired early.
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Im not going to be on much at all tonight. Im not going to be going home.
Rog thanks for the advice.
No sweat.
I am the Redman of PD.
NO
YOU ARE THE YELLOWMAN. :crankey:
I stand corrected.
We need to put that whole Man Yellow/Man Green thing to work somewhere. I'm thinking the hipster boards, tomorrow night. Can you re-reg? You can't change your name there, I don't think.
Or maybe on some facebook page.
Monday nights I usually have dinner with FBF, but possibly another night? I haven't been on the hipster boards at all lately... too much homework and kids and getting tired early.
Sure. Just name the time.
Also, I have some stuff to send you that may help clarify the joke.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 22, 2012, 12:27:52 AM
Quote from: Man Green on October 22, 2012, 12:26:53 AM
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Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 21, 2012, 11:51:26 PM
Im not going to be on much at all tonight. Im not going to be going home.
Rog thanks for the advice.
No sweat.
I am the Redman of PD.
NO
YOU ARE THE YELLOWMAN. :crankey:
I stand corrected.
We need to put that whole Man Yellow/Man Green thing to work somewhere. I'm thinking the hipster boards, tomorrow night. Can you re-reg? You can't change your name there, I don't think.
Or maybe on some facebook page.
Monday nights I usually have dinner with FBF, but possibly another night? I haven't been on the hipster boards at all lately... too much homework and kids and getting tired early.
Sure. Just name the time.
Also, I have some stuff to send you that may help clarify the joke.
I''ll probably be home Tuesday night because my Molalla kids get a break this week.
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I want to start an organization to gather signatures to petition the Federal government to take the fluoride out of all our water and fruit.
It gets in our rivers, you know.
TGRR,
Living in Honey Boo Boo Land. Someone kill me.
Did you know they even put it in our VEGETABLES!
:argh!:
It's in all tea. Green tea included. :lulz:
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Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 10:31:24 PM
I want to start an organization to gather signatures to petition the Federal government to take the fluoride out of all our water and fruit.
It gets in our rivers, you know.
TGRR,
Living in Honey Boo Boo Land. Someone kill me.
Did you know they even put it in our VEGETABLES!
:argh!:
It's in all tea. Green tea included. :lulz:
THOSE CONSPIRING BASTARDS!
Quote from: Man Green on October 22, 2012, 01:36:18 AM
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Quote from: Man Yellow on October 21, 2012, 10:32:20 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 21, 2012, 10:31:24 PM
I want to start an organization to gather signatures to petition the Federal government to take the fluoride out of all our water and fruit.
It gets in our rivers, you know.
TGRR,
Living in Honey Boo Boo Land. Someone kill me.
Did you know they even put it in our VEGETABLES!
:argh!:
It's in all tea. Green tea included. :lulz:
THOSE CONSPIRING BASTARDS!
"DRINK IT!" THEY SAID! "IT'S ANTIOXIDANT!" THEY SAID!!!!! :argh!:
I cannot wait to be motherfucking done with school.
I'm going to be in school FOR FUCKING EVER.
So, tonight, I have nothing to do. This is my own fault. I did all my homework on Friday, and while there are lots of social things I could be doing, going out sounded tiring, so I didn't. I was wanting to go to a cider pressing where a guy I like is going to be but it's a long drive.
So I made some beads. I'm bored of making beads now.
I am thinking about going to the store for cider, but not sure whether I really want to drink. I think I'd just be doing it out of boredom.
I also kind of need to go buy some food.
I'm in pain. Awesome, back in the saddle, weakness leaving my body pain! Managed to burn the shit out of pretty much every muscle I own yesterday. Couple of days feeding them meat and fish and I'll be back where I was three weeks ago, ready for total destruction next Sunday.
Welp, I'm back home. And by home, I mean Bournemouth.
I'm not sure when I first felt like I was back home. Perhaps it was the aroma of seagull shit and stale vomit as I stepped off the train. Or when someone threw half a can of cider at me while shouting incomprehensible obscenities. Or the teenage single mother who aimed her child's pram directly at me and tried to use it as a battering ram to run me over.
All I was missing was a Somalian offering me a free sample, a rich prick from Poole with a yacht and some wannabe guidos trying to work on their tan by walking around topless, despite the fact it's almost always overcast and below 10 celsius here.
You hail from an interesting town sir.
Despite claims to the contrary it sounds like he lives in scotland :?
Quote from: Cain on October 22, 2012, 12:02:20 PM
Welp, I'm back home. And by home, I mean Bournemouth.
I'm not sure when I first felt like I was back home. Perhaps it was the aroma of seagull shit urine and stale vomit as I stepped off the train. Or when someone threw half a can of cider bottle of buckfast at me while shouting incomprehensible obscenities. Or the teenage single mother who aimed her child's pram directly at me and tried to use it as a battering ram to run me over.
All I was missing was a Somalian offering me a free sample, a rich prick from Poole with a yacht and some wannabe guidos trying to work on their tan by walking around topless, despite the fact it's almost always overcast and below 10 celsius here.
On second thoughts, there are some subtle differences :lulz:
Lets just say, choice of drinks and accent aside, there are reasons I adjusted to living in Scotland so easily
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Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 17, 2012, 06:32:11 PM
In a real funk, and it only seems to be getting worse. Especially when my brain seems to be actively working against me trying to pull myself out of it. If I just stop and relax for a bit, I worry that I should be doing something, or I'm forgetting to do something or WHY ARE YOU JUST SITTING THERE NOT DOING THE LAUNDRY/CLEANING/COOKING/SOMETHING. If I go out and genuinely have fun and enjoy myself, I immediately feel guilty about it because you must have done something wrong, look at how stupid you must have looked, EVERYONE KNOWS YOU LOOKED LIKE AN ASS. They were just being nice because they felt bad, you know they're talking about you now. FFS, I can barely spend a day with my parents without thinking I screwed it up somehow.
So then I don't do anything so that I can't make myself feel bad about it later. But I WANT to go out and talk to people, so I get more depressed, and withdrawn, resentful and angry and start lashing out at those around me. Feel bad about it later, and so on. And it builds up, and I'm stressed all the time and just so tired. And how do you explain that to anyone without sounding completely insane?
And this is all TMI, and probably won't do any good, but I just....don't know.
It's simple, really. You lack Slack. You worry about what other people think of you. You worry that having a good time is somehow BADWRONG. In many people, this leads them to join religious groups that frown on fun entirely. In others, it leads to the situation you find yourself in.
That's the EASY part. The hard part is doing something ABOUT it. My advice is to work with a therapist, combined with some exercise. Assuming you can AFFORD a therapist. If you can't, talk to Nigel, who may have some information on how to find publicly funded therapy. If this turns out not to be an option, then there's The Cure. That should be considered a last resort, of course, as it tends to turn you into a 44 year old, bitter old man that hates everyone and spends all his time NOT giving a shit what most people think. That does, believe it or not, have some downsides.
(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/1715856/clips/PD/THECURE.png)
This is AMAZING. :lulz:
Also, Princezz, if a hike is too much of a commitment (and I know exactly what that feels like) if there is one thing, just one, I can recommend, it's that you go for a half hour walk every single day. The great thing is that it's only half an hour, and you don't need any equipment or special clothes. You can just pop out the front door, walk for fifteen minutes, and turn around. It should make a surprising difference in how you feel and think.
THIS. And you'll know that you got something done. It doesn't HAVE to be cleaning. Cleaning isn't the measure of a person, anyway. And thanks for the well-wishes. :) The Instant Polio(TM) hurts a lot less today, I'm optimistic that I'll be OK fairly soon. Probably not in time to get out of town for the weekend like I planned, though...fuck. :cry:
Kai, good luck...and keep in mind it still might NOT be that. Keep us posted.
I'm going to try to start with this - if only around my apartment complex at first. (spent the rest of last week incredibly busy and while I had PD open with the intention of doing stuff, never really got the chance. But wasn't ignoring your suggestion Nigel) It'd be nice if my street had acutal sidewalks since, especially if I'm by myself, I hate driving to go walking somewhere. With the way people fly down there and very little "side of the road" to speak of (mostly overgrowth and/or someone's yard) it's not incredibly safe, but I may start up again anyway. Can only walk in a circle so many times. But walking would probably help on a number of levels.
I wish I'd gotten to go on more hikes this summer - the hardest part was finding someone to go. And may be silly but for the most part, as much as I would probably enjoy being there by myself, I do get a bit nervous in some spots. And yea, I don't know why the cleaning's become such a big issue with me (though I have some ideas). I mean, I DO enjoy it to an extent, but not obsessing over it. I think the big thing is the bolded above and convincing myself that I can't get everything done at once and that that's OK. Thanks again guys. I'm trying.
Ugh, that stinks about your leg though - especially with potential plans getting messed up. At least it sounds like it's getting better than worse so hopefully with enough rest you should get back to normal pretty quickly.
In other news, awesome time at Primus with even more 3D than normal this weekend. It's always a fun group of people too. Five thumbs up, would see again and all that.
Weekend = Yay
Minsk looks a bit like the Soviet Union still exists, but at least they've placed a McDonalds on Lenin Street to show everyone who won the Cold War.
Anyone with a vested interest in obtaining weapons grade plutonium, no questions asked
It's raining! Actual fucking rain! I'm hoping it'll be enough to wash all the shit out of the air and down the drain .
Annnnnnnnd fuckin'-A. One of my damned sociology teachers has - yet again - announced that class meetings are canceled at NINE AM THE DAY OF. I hate that shit. I could totally still be asleep.
Tomorrow i pick up my high school transcripts for the third and hopefully final time.
Looks as if i may have my associates degree by may.
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Annnnnnnnd fuckin'-A. One of my damned sociology teachers has - yet again - announced that class meetings are canceled at NINE AM THE DAY OF. I hate that shit. I could totally still be asleep.
That's how I feel when one of our breakfast deliveries doesn't turn up, or arrives an hour late. This usually happens 2-3 times a week.
I'm tired now, but not for that reason. At least I am 100% guaranteed a good night's sleep tonight. That'll be the first time since....er, Wednesday? I've honestly lost count.
I'm not sure I know what a good night's sleep means anymore.
I'd like to say that it's because of an excess of FUN, but even that's getting to be a weak excuse.
Lame, LMNO.
Quote from: Cain on October 22, 2012, 06:27:29 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 22, 2012, 05:22:18 PM
Annnnnnnnd fuckin'-A. One of my damned sociology teachers has - yet again - announced that class meetings are canceled at NINE AM THE DAY OF. I hate that shit. I could totally still be asleep.
That's how I feel when one of our breakfast deliveries doesn't turn up, or arrives an hour late. This usually happens 2-3 times a week.
I'm tired now, but not for that reason. At least I am 100% guaranteed a good night's sleep tonight. That'll be the first time since....er, Wednesday? I've honestly lost count.
Gross.
Less than twlve hours until I arrive in London town.
Pix, I'm not going to make it out of London this time, but maybe we'll be able to meet up when I go back to London in March?
Also, I must be retarded since I keep on using Ryanair to get to London, even though they are complete and utter twat-heads.
Quote from: The Waffler on October 22, 2012, 07:54:11 PM
Less than twlve hours until I arrive in London town.
Pix, I'm not going to make it out of London this time, but maybe we'll be able to meet up when I go back to London in March?
Also, I must be retarded since I keep on using Ryanair to get to London, even though they are complete and utter twat-heads.
Aren't they the ones that want to charge for the bathrooms, and possibly have standing passengers or some shit?
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 22, 2012, 07:57:34 PM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 22, 2012, 07:54:11 PM
Less than twlve hours until I arrive in London town.
Pix, I'm not going to make it out of London this time, but maybe we'll be able to meet up when I go back to London in March?
Also, I must be retarded since I keep on using Ryanair to get to London, even though they are complete and utter twat-heads.
Aren't they the ones that want to charge for the bathrooms, and possibly have standing passengers or some shit?
Yep. And I had to change the name for one of the tickets I ordered. Was charged $180 for it. That's $75 more than two return tickets cost.
Quote from: The Waffler on October 22, 2012, 08:00:24 PM
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Quote from: The Waffler on October 22, 2012, 07:54:11 PM
Less than twlve hours until I arrive in London town.
Pix, I'm not going to make it out of London this time, but maybe we'll be able to meet up when I go back to London in March?
Also, I must be retarded since I keep on using Ryanair to get to London, even though they are complete and utter twat-heads.
Aren't they the ones that want to charge for the bathrooms, and possibly have standing passengers or some shit?
Yep. And I had to change the name for one of the tickets I ordered. Was charged $180 for it. That's $75 more than two return tickets cost.
Pee in the seatback pouch of the chair ahead of you. That's still free.
:lulz:
I tend to let people know when I don't like them, generally in the bluntest way possible without getting nasty: "I don't like you, please don't talk to me." This works most of time. They avoid me and we all live happily ever after.
But sometimes, sometimes someone special comes along, who doesn't get the broken record. I have one of those around again.
Advise me, O Wise Pee Dee, what do with this creepy, creepy person? The broken record doesn't work and my second tactic of totally ignoring him doesn't work. "Hi Garbo!" greets me every time we cross paths, once or twice a week. I actively hate this boy, which I thought I made pretty clear to him. Everyone knows my feelings, everyone we mutually know is creeped out by him to varying degrees, so there are no holds barred.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 22, 2012, 08:25:17 PM
:lulz:
I tend to let people know when I don't like them, generally in the bluntest way possible without getting nasty: "I don't like you, please don't talk to me." This works most of time. They avoid me and we all live happily ever after.
But sometimes, sometimes someone special comes along, who doesn't get the broken record. I have one of those around again.
Advise me, O Wise Pee Dee, what do with this creepy, creepy person? The broken record doesn't work and my second tactic of totally ignoring him doesn't work. "Hi Garbo!" greets me every time we cross paths, once or twice a week. I actively hate this boy, which I thought I made pretty clear to him. Everyone knows my feelings, everyone we mutually know is creeped out by him to varying degrees, so there are no holds barred.
Is all he's saying "Hi"? Or is he also trying to chat you up?
In any case, I'd suggest going with the bad wiring approach.
Him: "Hi, Garbo!"
You: "I'll cut you."
Him: "What???"
You: You heard me.
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Quote from: The Waffler on October 22, 2012, 07:54:11 PM
Less than twlve hours until I arrive in London town.
Pix, I'm not going to make it out of London this time, but maybe we'll be able to meet up when I go back to London in March?
Also, I must be retarded since I keep on using Ryanair to get to London, even though they are complete and utter twat-heads.
Aren't they the ones that want to charge for the bathrooms, and possibly have standing passengers or some shit?
Yep. And I had to change the name for one of the tickets I ordered. Was charged $180 for it. That's $75 more than two return tickets cost.
Pee in the seatback pouch of the chair ahead of you. That's still free.
I would, but they got rid of seatback pouches.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 22, 2012, 08:28:03 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 22, 2012, 08:25:17 PM
:lulz:
I tend to let people know when I don't like them, generally in the bluntest way possible without getting nasty: "I don't like you, please don't talk to me." This works most of time. They avoid me and we all live happily ever after.
But sometimes, sometimes someone special comes along, who doesn't get the broken record. I have one of those around again.
Advise me, O Wise Pee Dee, what do with this creepy, creepy person? The broken record doesn't work and my second tactic of totally ignoring him doesn't work. "Hi Garbo!" greets me every time we cross paths, once or twice a week. I actively hate this boy, which I thought I made pretty clear to him. Everyone knows my feelings, everyone we mutually know is creeped out by him to varying degrees, so there are no holds barred.
Is all he's saying "Hi"? Or is he also trying to chat you up?
In any case, I'd suggest going with the bad wiring approach.
Him: "Hi, Garbo!"
You: "I'll cut you."
Him: "What???"
You: You heard me.
It depends. Mostly he seems just wants to say hi (which, no, I've made it clear I don't like him or have any desire to talk to him for over a year and ignoring my request is grounds for telling him to fuck off no matter what), but sometimes he's trying to chat me up.
Bad wiring sounds good.
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Quote from: The Waffler on October 22, 2012, 07:54:11 PM
Less than twlve hours until I arrive in London town.
Pix, I'm not going to make it out of London this time, but maybe we'll be able to meet up when I go back to London in March?
Also, I must be retarded since I keep on using Ryanair to get to London, even though they are complete and utter twat-heads.
Aren't they the ones that want to charge for the bathrooms, and possibly have standing passengers or some shit?
Yep. And I had to change the name for one of the tickets I ordered. Was charged $180 for it. That's $75 more than two return tickets cost.
Pee in the seatback pouch of the chair ahead of you. That's still free.
I would, but they got rid of seatback pouches.
You need to come visit the Amerispags some day.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 22, 2012, 09:07:21 PM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 22, 2012, 08:31:20 PM
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Quote from: The Waffler on October 22, 2012, 08:00:24 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 22, 2012, 07:57:34 PM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 22, 2012, 07:54:11 PM
Less than twlve hours until I arrive in London town.
Pix, I'm not going to make it out of London this time, but maybe we'll be able to meet up when I go back to London in March?
Also, I must be retarded since I keep on using Ryanair to get to London, even though they are complete and utter twat-heads.
Aren't they the ones that want to charge for the bathrooms, and possibly have standing passengers or some shit?
Yep. And I had to change the name for one of the tickets I ordered. Was charged $180 for it. That's $75 more than two return tickets cost.
Pee in the seatback pouch of the chair ahead of you. That's still free.
I would, but they got rid of seatback pouches.
You need to come visit the Amerispags some day.
Yes. We have seatback pouches.
Silly Belgians.
I'll make a 85% promise to come over for your next birthday, Roger, if you still want me to come visit.
Quote from: The Waffler on October 22, 2012, 09:13:19 PM
I'll make a 85% promise to come over for your next birthday, Roger, if you still want me to come visit.
Of course I do. My next birthday is in 9 days.
The one after that is in 374 days.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 22, 2012, 09:13:59 PM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 22, 2012, 09:13:19 PM
I'll make a 85% promise to come over for your next birthday, Roger, if you still want me to come visit.
Of course I do. My next birthday is in 9 days.
The one after that is in 374 days.
I meant the one next year. Gives me time to get a full time job and actually have money to order a ticket overseas. fuckers are expensive.
I'm still a year or two away from having the funds and a passport but I will be making a pilrgimage to Tuscon at some point. Sounds like that place could do with a healthy dose of me :evil:
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on October 22, 2012, 09:28:12 PM
I'm still a year or two away from having the funds and a passport but I will be making a pilrgimage to Tuscon at some point. Sounds like that place could do with a healthy dose of me :evil:
You'll have to bring your own garbage. The sun destroys ours, you see, so you'll get homesick for Scotland almost the moment you step off the plane.
Quote from: The Waffler on October 22, 2012, 09:17:44 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 22, 2012, 09:13:59 PM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 22, 2012, 09:13:19 PM
I'll make a 85% promise to come over for your next birthday, Roger, if you still want me to come visit.
Of course I do. My next birthday is in 9 days.
The one after that is in 374 days.
I meant the one next year. Gives me time to get a full time job and actually have money to order a ticket overseas. fuckers are expensive.
You guys should coordinate your trip.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 22, 2012, 10:22:35 PM
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on October 22, 2012, 09:28:12 PM
I'm still a year or two away from having the funds and a passport but I will be making a pilrgimage to Tuscon at some point. Sounds like that place could do with a healthy dose of me :evil:
You'll have to bring your own garbage. The sun destroys ours, you see, so you'll get homesick for Scotland almost the moment you step off the plane.
Does ... not ... compute :um:
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on October 22, 2012, 10:26:41 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 22, 2012, 10:22:35 PM
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on October 22, 2012, 09:28:12 PM
I'm still a year or two away from having the funds and a passport but I will be making a pilrgimage to Tuscon at some point. Sounds like that place could do with a healthy dose of me :evil:
You'll have to bring your own garbage. The sun destroys ours, you see, so you'll get homesick for Scotland almost the moment you step off the plane.
Does ... not ... compute :um:
Imagine every Lawrence of Arabia movie you've ever seen. Now imagine watching them while someone gives you a bath with a blowtorch.
Of course, if you're here in the spring (October - March), it's usually not far over 100F. Which is something like 10 hectares in metric.
I think next year for my birthday I will get myself the gift of TO THE WALL Tuscon Style, while at the same time blessing Man Yellow with my presence on his birthday.
Quote from: American Jackal on October 22, 2012, 11:03:37 PM
I think next year for my birthday I will get myself the gift of TO THE WALL Tuscon Style, while at the same time blessing Man Yellow with my presence on his birthday.
Oh, dear. Sounds like a mob in the making. :lulz:
Hmmm. Well see wht im doing academically at the time.
A year? I'd BETTER be in a better financial place, by then.
Post a "decent upon Tuscon" thread, ya bastards.
TGRR, at this rate, we're gonna need info on a local hotel.
Tucson is in a lot of trouble. :lulz:
Still at work.
Hate you all.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 23, 2012, 01:36:04 AM
Still at work.
Hate you all.
Watching debate. I spat wine on my keyboard in the first exchange, when Romney said "promoting gender equality" is one of the keys to getting those durned Muslims straight.
I liked the part when Romney was saying that the air force has less planes than in 1947, so Obama said something like "Yes, and the military has fewer horses too, we have high tech stuff now".
:lulz:
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 23, 2012, 03:48:22 AM
I liked the part when Romney was saying that the air force has less planes than in 1947, so Obama said something like "Yes, and the military has fewer horses too, we have high tech stuff now".
:lulz:
:lulz:
It's 5 fucking :22 in the morning. I am at the airport, waiting for kinda-sorta to arrive. I've had too little sleep, as usual, and way too much caffeine. I am also cold to the bones, and my paycheck is late.
Grumpy now.
Man I feel lucky.
So I'm driving down a highway. It's just before 4:30 so the traffic is still pretty light. It's just two other cars and mine, the two cars slightly ahead of me. I'm in the far right lane. One's in the middle. And the other's in the left lane.
Since there wasn't much traffic I was kind of off in my own head, lost in my thoughts. I wasn't totally tuned out like when you're daydreaming. I was in that place where you're still aware of what's happening around you, but you're not completely focused on your surroundings. Ironically, I was thinking about how I want to join the navy and hope I get to sometime before I die. Which led me to thinking about Death (the personification not the concept), the Danse Macabre, and the idea behind that about how death is universal and how you never know when it's your time.
Anyways, so I see a lot of sets of headlights. I don't give them much attention since it's just the cars on the other side of the highway. As we're rounding a curve, I see the brake lights on the two cars to my left light up. That snaps my attention back to what's happening around me. All of a sudden a pair of headlights in the far left lane, which I thought was on the other side of the highway, swerves in front of the other two cars towards my lane. Some jackass was heading the wrong way on the highway. Before my brain had time to register what was happening, the car swerved out of my lane, did a U-turn, and sped off down a turnpike that we were quickly approaching a second before I reached where he had been.
Now there's a concrete barrier between the two sides of the highway so I don't know if the idiot had missed his exit and didn't have a single brain cell to tell him turning around on the highway and giving the exit a second go was a stupid idea. Or if it was someone wanting to kill himself and decided at the last second he wanted to live (a popular form of suicide here is to drive the wrong way down a highway and slam head first into oncoming traffic). But if he hadn't turned I know for a fact that my brain wouldn't have processed the scene and then an appropriate response quickly enough for me not to run into him going seventy miles per hour. I would've been fucked.
I just can't wrap my head around the idea that someone made the conscious decision to go down the wrong side of one of the busier highways in the city. And on top of that to decide to do it on one of the highway's few curves/turns so you can't even see what's fucking coming. I simply can't understand how someone could be so fucking brain dead or completely oblivious to the consequences of one's actions that they'd decide to do that.
But hey, even though my experience was nothing close to being a near-death experience, it was enough of a close call for me to feel the frigid air of the Long Winter on the back of my neck and realize I need to double-time my shit if I want to experience life before I'm out of the game for good.
Okay, I've written 2 anon response threads in about 7 days, and my PM box is STILL filling up.
What is wrong with these people?
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Marital situation seems to be evolving from 'if' to 'when', which isn't very fun. It's only complicated by some very concerning behavioral health concerns. She has point blank said she doesn't want to be an adult anymore.
We see a counselor tomorrow, but I'm not really optimistic at all. I'm now looking at what can I do to keep the house and keep my kids' home as intact as possible.
Despite all of this, I'm not nearly as sad or upset as I would have thought I would be. I suppose that's telling about the nature of our relationship.
And so the saga will continue.
I'm sorry to hear that, dude. :(
So, if I can get an stipended internship, I think I'm going to take a semester off.
Sorry to hear that, RWHN.
On the other hand, the "adult" comment speaks to a mid-life crisis. Therapists can help with that.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 23, 2012, 04:16:02 PM
I'm sorry to hear that, dude. :(
So, if I can get an stipended internship, I think I'm going to take a semester off.
Bad idea. Just saying.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 23, 2012, 04:16:19 PM
Sorry to hear that, RWHN.
On the other hand, the "adult" comment speaks to a mid-life crisis. Therapists can help with that.
This. Could be the situation is temporary/ breakdowny?
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on October 23, 2012, 04:23:28 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 23, 2012, 04:16:19 PM
Sorry to hear that, RWHN.
On the other hand, the "adult" comment speaks to a mid-life crisis. Therapists can help with that.
This. Could be the situation is temporary/ breakdowny?
It's what happens when married people suddenly realize they aren't 22 anymore.
Happens all the time.
Of course, I could be wrong, but it looks pretty straightforward.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 23, 2012, 04:16:41 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 23, 2012, 04:16:02 PM
I'm sorry to hear that, dude. :(
So, if I can get an stipended internship, I think I'm going to take a semester off.
Bad idea. Just saying.
Possibly. But I'm having a hard enough time motivating myself that I'm considering it. It's not a depression, because I feel fine otherwise, it's burnout.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 23, 2012, 04:30:06 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 23, 2012, 04:16:41 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 23, 2012, 04:16:02 PM
I'm sorry to hear that, dude. :(
So, if I can get an stipended internship, I think I'm going to take a semester off.
Bad idea. Just saying.
Possibly. But I'm having a hard enough time motivating myself that I'm considering it. It's not a depression, because I feel fine otherwise, it's burnout.
Yeah, but going BACK just doesn't seem to happen, a lot of times.
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on October 23, 2012, 04:10:44 PM
Marital situation seems to be evolving from 'if' to 'when', which isn't very fun. It's only complicated by some very concerning behavioral health concerns. She has point blank said she doesn't want to be an adult anymore.
We see a counselor tomorrow, but I'm not really optimistic at all. I'm now looking at what can I do to keep the house and keep my kids' home as intact as possible.
Despite all of this, I'm not nearly as sad or upset as I would have thought I would be. I suppose that's telling about the nature of our relationship.
And so the saga will continue.
I can understand she doesn't want to be an adult, but she's got this bundle of genetic code called "children" that doesn't give a shit what she does or doesn't want.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 23, 2012, 04:30:40 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 23, 2012, 04:30:06 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 23, 2012, 04:16:41 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 23, 2012, 04:16:02 PM
I'm sorry to hear that, dude. :(
So, if I can get an stipended internship, I think I'm going to take a semester off.
Bad idea. Just saying.
Possibly. But I'm having a hard enough time motivating myself that I'm considering it. It's not a depression, because I feel fine otherwise, it's burnout.
Yeah, but going BACK just doesn't seem to happen, a lot of times.
True.
Quote from: Cain on October 22, 2012, 12:02:20 PM
Welp, I'm back home. And by home, I mean Bournemouth.
I'm not sure when I first felt like I was back home. Perhaps it was the aroma of seagull shit and stale vomit as I stepped off the train. Or when someone threw half a can of cider at me while shouting incomprehensible obscenities. Or the teenage single mother who aimed her child's pram directly at me and tried to use it as a battering ram to run me over.
All I was missing was a Somalian offering me a free sample, a rich prick from Poole with a yacht and some wannabe guidos trying to work on their tan by walking around topless, despite the fact it's almost always overcast and below 10 celsius here.
You have cider in cans, cheap enough to throw half of one at a stranger?
I'm envious. :sad:
Quote from: Man Green on October 23, 2012, 05:04:26 PM
Quote from: Cain on October 22, 2012, 12:02:20 PM
Welp, I'm back home. And by home, I mean Bournemouth.
I'm not sure when I first felt like I was back home. Perhaps it was the aroma of seagull shit and stale vomit as I stepped off the train. Or when someone threw half a can of cider at me while shouting incomprehensible obscenities. Or the teenage single mother who aimed her child's pram directly at me and tried to use it as a battering ram to run me over.
All I was missing was a Somalian offering me a free sample, a rich prick from Poole with a yacht and some wannabe guidos trying to work on their tan by walking around topless, despite the fact it's almost always overcast and below 10 celsius here.
You have cider in cans, cheap enough to throw half of one at a stranger?
I'm envious. :sad:
Cider.
In cans.
In cans.IN CANS.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 22, 2012, 08:28:03 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 22, 2012, 08:25:17 PM
:lulz:
I tend to let people know when I don't like them, generally in the bluntest way possible without getting nasty: "I don't like you, please don't talk to me." This works most of time. They avoid me and we all live happily ever after.
But sometimes, sometimes someone special comes along, who doesn't get the broken record. I have one of those around again.
Advise me, O Wise Pee Dee, what do with this creepy, creepy person? The broken record doesn't work and my second tactic of totally ignoring him doesn't work. "Hi Garbo!" greets me every time we cross paths, once or twice a week. I actively hate this boy, which I thought I made pretty clear to him. Everyone knows my feelings, everyone we mutually know is creeped out by him to varying degrees, so there are no holds barred.
Is all he's saying "Hi"? Or is he also trying to chat you up?
In any case, I'd suggest going with the bad wiring approach.
Him: "Hi, Garbo!"
You: "I'll cut you."
Him: "What???"
You: You heard me.
This. Or else discreetly arrange for some of your henchmen to cross his path and give him a good sound greeting. "Hi Garbo!"
:lulz: I kind of like that idea.
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 23, 2012, 03:48:22 AM
I liked the part when Romney was saying that the air force has less planes than in 1947, so Obama said something like "Yes, and the military has fewer horses too, we have high tech stuff now".
:lulz:
I like that Obama can be such a dick. :lulz:
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on October 23, 2012, 04:10:44 PM
Marital situation seems to be evolving from 'if' to 'when', which isn't very fun. It's only complicated by some very concerning behavioral health concerns. She has point blank said she doesn't want to be an adult anymore.
We see a counselor tomorrow, but I'm not really optimistic at all. I'm now looking at what can I do to keep the house and keep my kids' home as intact as possible.
Despite all of this, I'm not nearly as sad or upset as I would have thought I would be. I suppose that's telling about the nature of our relationship.
And so the saga will continue.
My advice is probably fairly useless here, but a lot of women, especially stay-at-home moms, go through a sort of identity crisis when their youngest child begins to be a little more independent; usually around three. For most mothers, and particularly stay-at-home moms (no idea whether she is or not, I'm just saying) the time period of early motherhood comes to completely define them as human beings, and eventually it reaches a head and they freak out, wanting to reclaim a personality and life outside of motherhood and wifehood. It's not uncommon to hear things like "I hate my life and what I've become", "I don't even know me anymore", "I just don't want to be a mother anymore!" and "I love them but sometimes I wish I hadn't had kids".
Lots of affairs and divorces happen around that time. But for the most part, it's not that they want to renounce everything or throw away their marriages; they just want to reclaim their own identities. They need to take classes, get jobs, make new friends, and reconnect with old friends, dress in sexy clothes and go out drinking without their husbands. They need to meet people who think they're INTERESTING, and not as "a mom". They need to have interesting conversations that never once mention their kids.
I don't know if this has any bearing on what you're going through, but I thought I'd throw it out there, just in case.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 23, 2012, 03:19:07 PM
Okay, I've written 2 anon response threads in about 7 days, and my PM box is STILL filling up.
What is wrong with these people?
They're stalkers. Any response is considered encouragement.
Damn rwhn. Sorry. Hope it all works out.
Garbo- dropped out twice because i decided to take a semester off. Proceed with caution.
On that note i need one more piece of evidence that im currently a masshole for instate tuition and then my application is all set. If i did the math right i only need seven more credits.
Also nbc just left right after i came back from my smoke break. Phew.
Quote from: Aucoq the Fairy Queen on October 23, 2012, 11:48:35 AM
Or if it was someone wanting to kill himself and decided at the last second he wanted to live (a popular form of suicide here is to drive the wrong way down a highway and slam head first into oncoming traffic). But if he hadn't turned I know for a fact that my brain wouldn't have processed the scene and then an appropriate response quickly enough for me not to run into him going seventy miles per hour. I would've been fucked.
Damn, glad you're ok. It is pretty damn scary sometimes thinking about no matter what you do, your life could very well be in the hands of some irresponsible jackass. My parents were rear-ended last spring by a drunk driver going nearly 100 mph and thankfully not killed (though it was very serious). Even the other night driving home from Boston, barely anyone on the road but I would say at least a good 65-70% of the cars we encountered were being driven by intoxicated people and/or people on their phones - significant swerving, erratic slowing below the speed limit then speeding - not to mention the two jackasses that went flying by at at least 90 mph racing. God, I hate people. Again, glad you're ok.
As for the preferred method of suicide - really?!? Not that there's any "nice" way to commit suicide, but on the scale of things seems pretty ineffective and horridly inconsiderate. If you "mess up" just end up horribly injured and still alive, not to mention either way the high risk of injury/death to bystanders. Again, see: Hate People.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 23, 2012, 06:10:00 PM
Garbo- dropped out twice because i decided to take a semester off. Proceed with caution.
Duly noted. It's mostly just an idle thought, because the idea of being fucking DONE in May is a slightly better lure than the idea of a semester off. It's not like I won't have time to pursue all of that afterward. IF I make it on the register for the foreign service, it'll be anywhere from six months to two years before I get a job.
I wish the school would pay more attention to the actual weather year by year than use the calendar to turn the heating/AC on or off. Two jackets, thick shirt, thick jeans, solid leather shoes, and I am still freezing. It's 56* outside. TURN OFF THE AIR CONDITIONER. Goddamn.
And it's F5 time again.
Oh, well.
It's almost 4:00. Time to go look for FUN.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 23, 2012, 08:47:04 PM
It's almost 4:00. Time to go look for FUN.
No it's not. It's almost 1:00. Your clocks are all fucked up, out East.
IZ A TIME TRAVLR.
I think I know what's wrong here. People have been posting intelligent, thought-provoking shit recently. Nobody answers that shit. What is NEEDED is something STUPID and INFLAMMATORY.
And we can do stupid and inflammatory. At least *I* can.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 23, 2012, 08:53:26 PM
IZ A TIME TRAVLR.
You're too far from the source. Things get all bendy. That's why your time is all fucked up, and that's why your city has no right angles.
Id be posting more but im doing the frazzle shuffle. No coffee for twid today. Sleep techs orders.
LOL YOU GUYS POST LIKE GIRLS
there, that should get a discussion started.
What kinda girls? I need more info to get properly pissed off.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 23, 2012, 09:08:18 PM
What kinda girls? I need more info to get properly pissed off.
Don't ask questions that would lead to even more outrageous statements in the interest of furthering a blatant troll. It's bad forum etiquette.
Overheard office cliche: reinvent the wheel.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 23, 2012, 04:16:02 PM
I'm sorry to hear that, dude. :(
So, if I can get an stipended internship, I think I'm going to take a semester off.
Don't do it. Even if you only take one class to keep your toes in the water.
Yesterday the doctor said that I only have to come back every other week now, because I am so awesome.
Also to start using just enough packing to provide a drainage channel.
Drainage channel.
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I am seriously fucking sick of the whole F5 and "nobody's posting, everybody's viewing" thing. I would like to burn it in the face with a sharp shitty stick on fire.
Sorry guys. I just find it deeply whiny and offputting and it kind of makes me want to go find something else entirely to do. Which is exactly what I'm off to do now. Bye.
I am seriously tempted to call it tuesday time in six minutes.
Quote from: Man Green on October 23, 2012, 10:50:17 PM
I am seriously fucking sick of the whole F5 and "nobody's posting, everybody's viewing" thing. I would like to burn it in the face with a sharp shitty stick on fire.
Sorry guys. I just find it deeply whiny and offputting and it kind of makes me want to go find something else entirely to do. Which is exactly what I'm off to do now. Bye.
This. it's irritating as fuck, and instead of the whining I could be finishing the scarf/cowl thingy I'm crocheting for my mum's xmas gift.
I don't see how the F5 thing could be construed as anything but tongue in cheek.
Clearly, if we are bored to the point of complaining that there is no content being posted, it is because we ourselves are not posting any content.
I got content just not when im at work because its from the phone. Unfortunately this for this week tomorrow is the only night i have off and part of that will be....
Goddammit i have to buy strings.
I was going to say restringing my spare guitar.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 23, 2012, 04:46:00 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on October 23, 2012, 04:10:44 PM
Marital situation seems to be evolving from 'if' to 'when', which isn't very fun. It's only complicated by some very concerning behavioral health concerns. She has point blank said she doesn't want to be an adult anymore.
We see a counselor tomorrow, but I'm not really optimistic at all. I'm now looking at what can I do to keep the house and keep my kids' home as intact as possible.
Despite all of this, I'm not nearly as sad or upset as I would have thought I would be. I suppose that's telling about the nature of our relationship.
And so the saga will continue.
I can understand she doesn't want to be an adult, but she's got this bundle of genetic code called "children" that doesn't give a shit what she does or doesn't want.
Apparently that doesn't mean anything. She basically wants to be able to have Saturday Night EVERY NIGHT and have the kids.
Sucks dude. Really hope things work out for you one way or the other. Hopefully its just a bit of a thing and not a HOLY SHIT OF A THING.
Quote from: V3X on October 23, 2012, 10:58:32 PM
I don't see how the F5 thing could be construed as anything but tongue in cheek.
Clearly, if we are bored to the point of complaining that there is no content being posted, it is because we ourselves are not posting any content.
So it's tongue-in-cheek annoying whininess. It still makes me feel like turning off the computer and walking away. I'm sorry, am I
not entertaining enough for you? Am I
too busy? Am I
too tired? I know, I know, it's not directed at me, personally, it's directed at those other people who aren't good enough. Whatever. I don't care.
It's still about as fingernails-on-chalkboard for me as that whole Happy Tree Friends "I'm a brat and that's cute" thing.
Anyway, it's been increasingly irritating the fuck out of me for a while and I am finally crabby enough to say so, so I did.
Quote from: Man Green on October 23, 2012, 10:50:17 PM
I am seriously fucking sick of the whole F5 and "nobody's posting, everybody's viewing" thing. I would like to burn it in the face with a sharp shitty stick on fire.
Sorry guys. I just find it deeply whiny and offputting and it kind of makes me want to go find something else entirely to do. Which is exactly what I'm off to do now. Bye.
Yeah, you're right.
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on October 23, 2012, 11:54:06 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 23, 2012, 04:46:00 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on October 23, 2012, 04:10:44 PM
Marital situation seems to be evolving from 'if' to 'when', which isn't very fun. It's only complicated by some very concerning behavioral health concerns. She has point blank said she doesn't want to be an adult anymore.
We see a counselor tomorrow, but I'm not really optimistic at all. I'm now looking at what can I do to keep the house and keep my kids' home as intact as possible.
Despite all of this, I'm not nearly as sad or upset as I would have thought I would be. I suppose that's telling about the nature of our relationship.
And so the saga will continue.
I can understand she doesn't want to be an adult, but she's got this bundle of genetic code called "children" that doesn't give a shit what she does or doesn't want.
Apparently that doesn't mean anything. She basically wants to be able to have Saturday Night EVERY NIGHT and have the kids.
I have lived through this. And I have no advice for you. Although that phase seems to be dormant for us now, it's obviously lurking under a thin layer of inconvenience and pretending it's not there.
If there's any wisdom I could offer, bearing in mind that I myself have not followed it and it's entirely possible I'm wrong, it's that you should strive to maintain your sanity and your happiness, not your situation. When those things are at odds, it's the situation that has to go.
Plant's FINALLY (mostly) up and running.
Maybe I can get a little sleep now.
I drove past Mr. Language on my way home just now.
Immediately called Handsome Cowboy to take me out tonight and distract me. I really wish I did not still miss that guy, but I do.
Its tuesday time in boston and i have my iron maiden fan club magazine that came in the mail from england yesterday and im relaxing.
Funny how sitting down for several hours at the computer gets on your nerves if its not in your room and youre getting paid for it.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 24, 2012, 12:08:27 AM
Plant's FINALLY (mostly) up and running.
Maybe I can get a little sleep now.
Knock on wood!
I hope it continues to run smoothly for a while, that shit's been out of control lately.
Steve harris has a side project called british lion. Dave murray likes jimi hendrix and his tobacco colored stratocaster. :nods:
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 24, 2012, 12:01:59 AM
Sucks dude. Really hope things work out for you one way or the other. Hopefully its just a bit of a thing and not a HOLY SHIT OF A THING.
Well, I want to try to keep the family together, she doesn't. I got us an appointment with a marital counselor on the idea that's exactly what we were going to try to do. Apparently, she just wanted me to get a counselor for her and her shit. And for sure, she has SOME shit that needs sorting out. Just sucks that I was sold a bunk bill of goods to get the counselor.
The silver lining, if ther is one, is that I have a great relationship with my mother-in-law who loves me like a son and will be supportive. She knows my wife could never handle the kids on her own in her state, and is onboard with me that we need to find a way that I can keep the house with the kids. Of course we will have to share the kids, as long as my wife ends up somewhere safe someday, but in the meantime, they're staying with me here while my wife is spending nights at her Moms.
Haven't talked to the kids yet and I'm really dreading that. My little girl has a strong sensitive streak and I know this is just going to crush her, which is why I want to try and repair, but my wife could give a fuck. It really pisses me off when I think about it.
This is much better than 5. :count: 11. Space space space space enter. Enter. Period enter 3. :looks in binder: period enter space 435 enter enter.....
Wish i could offer some perspective of what your kids need to hear but my parents split my senior year of high school and it was at the point where its like moms a drunk dads that crazy guy... Makes sense. Glad i dont have to explain this to my 4 year old sister.
Good luck man. I mean that.
Quote from: Man Green on October 23, 2012, 05:45:52 PM
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on October 23, 2012, 04:10:44 PM
Marital situation seems to be evolving from 'if' to 'when', which isn't very fun. It's only complicated by some very concerning behavioral health concerns. She has point blank said she doesn't want to be an adult anymore.
We see a counselor tomorrow, but I'm not really optimistic at all. I'm now looking at what can I do to keep the house and keep my kids' home as intact as possible.
Despite all of this, I'm not nearly as sad or upset as I would have thought I would be. I suppose that's telling about the nature of our relationship.
And so the saga will continue.
My advice is probably fairly useless here, but a lot of women, especially stay-at-home moms, go through a sort of identity crisis when their youngest child begins to be a little more independent; usually around three. For most mothers, and particularly stay-at-home moms (no idea whether she is or not, I'm just saying) the time period of early motherhood comes to completely define them as human beings, and eventually it reaches a head and they freak out, wanting to reclaim a personality and life outside of motherhood and wifehood. It's not uncommon to hear things like "I hate my life and what I've become", "I don't even know me anymore", "I just don't want to be a mother anymore!" and "I love them but sometimes I wish I hadn't had kids".
Lots of affairs and divorces happen around that time. But for the most part, it's not that they want to renounce everything or throw away their marriages; they just want to reclaim their own identities. They need to take classes, get jobs, make new friends, and reconnect with old friends, dress in sexy clothes and go out drinking without their husbands. They need to meet people who think they're INTERESTING, and not as "a mom". They need to have interesting conversations that never once mention their kids.
I don't know if this has any bearing on what you're going through, but I thought I'd throw it out there, just in case.
This is huge, and is probably a better explanation than a simple mid-life crisis.
She isn't a stay at home Mom. But, she DID recently get fired from her job, AND just had a birthday which has always caused her a lot of angst. I feel like she just wants to hit the Easy button and make everything go away, and has more or less said that. The problem is, there is no Easy button, anywhere.
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on October 24, 2012, 01:26:13 AM
She isn't a stay at home Mom. But, she DID recently get fired from her job, AND just had a birthday which has always caused her a lot of angst. I feel like she just wants to hit the Easy button and make everything go away, and has more or less said that. The problem is, there is no Easy button, anywhere.
Yeah, well, people get tired. And scared.
And at a certain age, you suddenly realize that YOU are aging just like everyone else, and that one day you'll die. This commonly hits guys HARD in their 40s, and women in either their 30s or their 50s. And that's some scary shit, and scared people don't act rational. "If I go out and act like I did when I was 22, I'll be young again."
It doesn't last.
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on October 24, 2012, 01:26:13 AM
She isn't a stay at home Mom. But, she DID recently get fired from her job, AND just had a birthday which has always caused her a lot of angst. I feel like she just wants to hit the Easy button and make everything go away, and has more or less said that. The problem is, there is no Easy button, anywhere.
Hopefully a therapist will be able to help you guys find a way to work things out... maybe a return to school would help her? It's no easy button, for sure, for either of you, but it's got some strong regenerative powers.
It sure as hell isn't easy being a single parent, even if you only have the kids half-time.
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on October 23, 2012, 06:36:05 PM
Damn, glad you're ok. It is pretty damn scary sometimes thinking about no matter what you do, your life could very well be in the hands of some irresponsible jackass. My parents were rear-ended last spring by a drunk driver going nearly 100 mph and thankfully not killed (though it was very serious). Even the other night driving home from Boston, barely anyone on the road but I would say at least a good 65-70% of the cars we encountered were being driven by intoxicated people and/or people on their phones - significant swerving, erratic slowing below the speed limit then speeding - not to mention the two jackasses that went flying by at at least 90 mph racing. God, I hate people. Again, glad you're ok.
As for the preferred method of suicide - really?!? Not that there's any "nice" way to commit suicide, but on the scale of things seems pretty ineffective and horridly inconsiderate. If you "mess up" just end up horribly injured and still alive, not to mention either way the high risk of injury/death to bystanders. Again, see: Hate People.
Oh man that's scary! Be careful out there, Trip! I don't mind if the drunk drivers kill themselves, but I'd hate it if they took one of the few good people in this world with them.
And yeah, I don't get why they drive the wrong way down a highway either. It's bad enough to kill yourself, but to want to ruin the lives of others as well? It's so stupid.
I think perhaps you have never seriously been in a place where you were desperate to be dead, Aucoq.
Desperately wanting to be dead is a pretty poor excuse for murder.
So this looks to be the thread to go to whe you're trying to be a human who isn't a flippant asshole.
Which is probably why I've never posted here, but I'm out of options for people to talk/vent to and if I don't get this out somewhere, I don't think I'll be able to function. And I need to be able to function over the next several days. So a semi-anonymous forum is going to have to do for now.
When I got home from work tonight, my wife announced to me that she's checking herself into Rehab. For the last 9 months or so, she's been heavily abusing OxyContin. She's taken money from our joint funds, from our son, and even run up a fairly large bill with her dealer.
And I had no clue. Completely oblivious. I knew money was tight, but money has always been tight. I knew she's been distant, but she's never been an affectionate person or particularly open, neither have I, so I didn't notice any difference.
I don't stand in judgement over her, I have my own issues and I've had my troubles hammered home enough times and in painful enough ways that in my mind the only real sin we're capable of as human beings is pride and not acknowledging the truth that is starting us in the face. Our lives take us to strange places and the best we can do is deal with them. So she's attempting to deal with them. I accept that.
But that doesn't still my anxiety. That doesn't make up for not seeing my own truth.
This is a good thing, mind, but it's a painful truth not a comfortable lie. But how the fuck do I deal with it? How do I maintain the facade to our son for the next couple of weeks? Like most married men, all of my friends are either our friends (and therefore not someone I feel like I can reveal such an intimate secret without her OK) or drinking buddies, with whom I'd never share something so intimate and painful with. How do I take care of myself and the boy without her? I'm the shitty parent who works long hours at a job that's hours away so he can bankroll everything, not a caretaker.
It's a bit odd, but right this second I feel like I'm more at peace with her actions than I am with mine over the next however long. Not really looking for anything. Wanted to send out what's in my head out into the world. So I can see it and maybe know how I feel.
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on October 24, 2012, 03:30:29 AM
I think perhaps you have never seriously been in a place where you were desperate to be dead, Aucoq.
I've never seriously been in a place where I was desperate to murder other people, no.
Quote from: Internet Jesus on October 24, 2012, 04:37:22 AM
So this looks to be the thread to go to whe you're trying to be a human who isn't a flippant asshole.
Which is probably why I've never posted here, but I'm out of options for people to talk/vent to and if I don't get this out somewhere, I don't think I'll be able to function. And I need to be able to function over the next several days. So a semi-anonymous forum is going to have to do for now.
When I got home from work tonight, my wife announced to me that she's checking herself into Rehab. For the last 9 months or so, she's been heavily abusing OxyContin. She's taken money from our joint funds, from our son, and even run up a fairly large bill with her dealer.
And I had no clue. Completely oblivious. I knew money was tight, but money has always been tight. I knew she's been distant, but she's never been an affectionate person or particularly open, neither have I, so I didn't notice any difference.
I don't stand in judgement over her, I have my own issues and I've had my troubles hammered home enough times and in painful enough ways that in my mind the only real sin we're capable of as human beings is pride and not acknowledging the truth that is starting us in the face. Our lives take us to strange places and the best we can do is deal with them. So she's attempting to deal with them. I accept that.
But that doesn't still my anxiety. That doesn't make up for not seeing my own truth.
This is a good thing, mind, but it's a painful truth not a comfortable lie. But how the fuck do I deal with it? How do I maintain the facade to our son for the next couple of weeks? Like most married men, all of my friends are either our friends (and therefore not someone I feel like I can reveal such an intimate secret without her OK) or drinking buddies, with whom I'd never share something so intimate and painful with. How do I take care of myself and the boy without her? I'm the shitty parent who works long hours at a job that's hours away so he can bankroll everything, not a caretaker.
It's a bit odd, but right this second I feel like I'm more at peace with her actions than I am with mine over the next however long. Not really looking for anything. Wanted to send out what's in my head out into the world. So I can see it and maybe know how I feel.
Man, I'm sorry to hear that, IJ. My heart goes out to you, bro. :sad:
Damn, IJ. Thoughts are with you and your wife. <3
Thank you guys. I'm coming to a certain peace with it, I'm just going to deal with it the same way I deal with everything else. Just take the next step.
That's an intellectual acceptance though, not really one I can accept at an emotional level. Right this second, at least.
Quote from: Internet Jesus on October 24, 2012, 04:37:22 AM
When I got home from work tonight, my wife announced to me that she's checking herself into Rehab. For the last 9 months or so, she's been heavily abusing OxyContin. She's taken money from our joint funds, from our son, and even run up a fairly large bill with her dealer.
And I had no clue. Completely oblivious. I knew money was tight, but money has always been tight. I knew she's been distant, but she's never been an affectionate person or particularly open, neither have I, so I didn't notice any difference.
That's a very tough situation to be in.
It is not quite clear whether you wanted some opinion/advice. I am offering this without the least bit of judgment, and feel free not to read it if you don't need it.
I don't know how old your son is. But I think along with the two you mentioned, maintaining facades towards people who matter is another type of sin. Regardless of his age, your son, on some level, already knows full well that there is something seriously wrong with his mum. Kids have that kind of truth radio with their primary caregivers. This makes him suffer. (I think these are facts.) Not knowing how or why that is, how long it may be expected to go on, what kind of effect it may be expected to have on his life... these things are potential for catastrophic uncertainty. So, rather than having a facade maintained , I think he needs to be put in the picture - in an age-appropriate manner, of course.
I hope this doesn't offend.
Quote from: Aucoq the Fairy Queen on October 24, 2012, 04:51:15 AM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on October 24, 2012, 03:30:29 AM
I think perhaps you have never seriously been in a place where you were desperate to be dead, Aucoq.
I've never seriously been in a place where I was desperate to murder other people, no.
My point was if you think all of them are doing it in order to take someone down with them, you aren't grasping the mechanics, so to speak, of what kind of bad wiring forces people to ignore their survival instincts.
From what I have observed, and I'm not in any way a professional head doctor, there's a lot of confusion and desperation and acting on impulses that would normally be ignored or avoided.
What I'm getting at is I don't think the majority of those people are thinking!"I'll take one last bastard with me when I go! Take that, random driverer! Muhaha!" As they are just completely failing at resisting some pretty powerful directions from a very confused head.
I'm not explaining this well. :/
Quote from: Internet Jesus on October 24, 2012, 05:21:22 AM
Thank you guys. I'm coming to a certain peace with it, I'm just going to deal with it the same way I deal with everything else. Just take the next step.
That's an intellectual acceptance though, not really one I can accept at an emotional level. Right this second, at least.
Good luck, man. Feel better over there.
No offense taken, Hollist. He's 14. She told him she's checking herself into a hospital for depression.
I agree with you up to a point. It does hurt him to an extent to preserve the lie, but that's not my call to make here. It's not really my place to tell him who his mother is. At least that's how I justify it.
Quote from: Internet Jesus on October 24, 2012, 06:27:48 AM
No offense taken, Hollist. He's 14. She told him she's checking herself into a hospital for depression.
I agree with you up to a point. It does hurt him to an extent to preserve the lie, but that's not my call to make here. It's not really my place to tell him who his mother is. At least that's how I justify it.
That's fair enough, a good justification :). And in fact depression may well be what it is? Often is with opiates. In the long-term, though, coming clean is the best strategy. I wish you an open heart and a level head.
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on October 24, 2012, 06:24:57 AM
My point was if you think all of them are doing it in order to take someone down with them, you aren't grasping the mechanics, so to speak, of what kind of bad wiring forces people to ignore their survival instincts.
From what I have observed, and I'm not in any way a professional head doctor, there's a lot of confusion and desperation and acting on impulses that would normally be ignored or avoided.
What I'm getting at is I don't think the majority of those people are thinking!"I'll take one last bastard with me when I go! Take that, random driverer! Muhaha!" As they are just completely failing at resisting some pretty powerful directions from a very confused head.
I'm not explaining this well. :/
Ah I see what you're saying. (And don't worry, you explained it well! :)) And you're right. Each individual person is different. One can only guess at what's going on inside the head of a person who commits suicide. When I had my experience with the subject I always conscious about who my death might affect and how my death might affect them. So it's weird for me to imagine someone
not being conscious of the fact that they'll also be taking someone else's life when they commit suicide in such a way. But then again I wasn't doing it on impulse, under the influence of alcohol/drugs or because of wrong wiring/chemicals in my brain (at least as far as I'm aware of).
Damn, IJ, that sucks...
Glad she decided to pull her head out of wherever it's been and get herself some help. That's something, anyway.
Do what you have to do, and I'd suggest that you consider family counseling, first with your wife, once she's back home, and later with the son, too, to make sure he's in a good headspace and isn't burying a fuckton of "my mom's fucked up, it must be me." Sounds like there are some hefty communication issues to work on, along with the one's she's working on in Rehab.
Hang in there, and vent here, anytime. It's a good place for it.
Sorry to hear it ij. Were here for ya.
Heavy shit going down in the PD family these days.
It's a terrible situation to be in, when what you thought was a bedrock part of your world suddenly spins away, and you have literally no control over it. Your whole worldview cracks a little bit, letting in howling wonds of doubt, guilt, and remorse. A profound helplessness and sorrow pervades everything. The weight and the wait is at times unbearable.
This is Chaos.
Or at least, that's how it seems.
There isn't much that can be done, at least not from a "I shape the world with my force of will" angle. What can be done, is to be present, in focus, solid. Start with the self and work outwards. Be an example, hold tight to your self, stay true. You can be the calm in the storm. Now is the time for grace and compassion. There's gonna be unpredictable weirdness ahead, you're just gonna have to roll with it.
Good luck.
Quote from: Internet Jesus on October 24, 2012, 04:37:22 AM
she's checking herself into Rehab.
You didn't know, and she's dealing with it anyway. She sounds like she has her shit together, on the level where it counts. Everyone falls down once in a while...It's a huge Goddamn plus if a person can pick themselves up without prompting.
And as for you being "oblivious", well, you're a guy. We are designed to be clueless, no matter how sharp we think we are.
Im a student again. Now i just have to wait for the formality of the acceptance letter.
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on October 24, 2012, 03:50:12 AM
Desperately wanting to be dead is a pretty poor excuse for murder.
I think that mostly very very angry people take that route. People who want not only to die, but to punish the world for their having lived.
Hmm. Apparently i need ten credits instead of seven. :revise budget: :shakes fist at past twid:
Quote from: Internet Jesus on October 24, 2012, 04:37:22 AM
So this looks to be the thread to go to whe you're trying to be a human who isn't a flippant asshole.
Which is probably why I've never posted here, but I'm out of options for people to talk/vent to and if I don't get this out somewhere, I don't think I'll be able to function. And I need to be able to function over the next several days. So a semi-anonymous forum is going to have to do for now.
When I got home from work tonight, my wife announced to me that she's checking herself into Rehab. For the last 9 months or so, she's been heavily abusing OxyContin. She's taken money from our joint funds, from our son, and even run up a fairly large bill with her dealer.
And I had no clue. Completely oblivious. I knew money was tight, but money has always been tight. I knew she's been distant, but she's never been an affectionate person or particularly open, neither have I, so I didn't notice any difference.
I don't stand in judgement over her, I have my own issues and I've had my troubles hammered home enough times and in painful enough ways that in my mind the only real sin we're capable of as human beings is pride and not acknowledging the truth that is starting us in the face. Our lives take us to strange places and the best we can do is deal with them. So she's attempting to deal with them. I accept that.
But that doesn't still my anxiety. That doesn't make up for not seeing my own truth.
This is a good thing, mind, but it's a painful truth not a comfortable lie. But how the fuck do I deal with it? How do I maintain the facade to our son for the next couple of weeks? Like most married men, all of my friends are either our friends (and therefore not someone I feel like I can reveal such an intimate secret without her OK) or drinking buddies, with whom I'd never share something so intimate and painful with. How do I take care of myself and the boy without her? I'm the shitty parent who works long hours at a job that's hours away so he can bankroll everything, not a caretaker.
It's a bit odd, but right this second I feel like I'm more at peace with her actions than I am with mine over the next however long. Not really looking for anything. Wanted to send out what's in my head out into the world. So I can see it and maybe know how I feel.
Wow, that's some heavy shit to deal with, IJ. :(
I do have to say, it sounds like your wife is quite a lady, if after 9 months she was able to look at things clearly enough to recognize that she has a problem she can't control, and do something proactive about it. I have a feeling both of you will be OK.
If depression is the story she's telling, I'd say, stick with it. I agree with you that that's your wife's story to tell, and I respect you for respecting her privacy. Children do not need to know the gory details.
Don't stress about taking care of yourself and your son. If neither of you can cook, just buy a bunch of frozen dinners, and make sure you clean up after and do laundry at least twice while she's gone. You might want to find one person you can turn to for emotional support, if you can. Even if that means asking her permission to tell them the truth, or calling an old friend she doesn't know.
Congratulations Twid!
Hey, at least you can knock it out in one term! That's awesome.
I've known so many people who are literally one term from graduation but never finished, and I'm like, :?
Glad you're doing it!
Thank nige! Glad im finishing it up too. Funny thing is- thats the exact amount of credits i would have gotten from classes i dropped back in 2010. :headdesk:
I think one or two of my aunts did that.
I just slept almost fourteen hours almost straight, aside from Shoe Ears loudly coming home at about nine. That's the first time in a while that's happened without Pillz Here intervention.
Quote from: Man Green on October 24, 2012, 04:19:16 PM
Don't stress about taking care of yourself and your son. If neither of you can cook, just buy a bunch of frozen dinners, and make sure you clean up after and do laundry at least twice while she's gone. You might want to find one person you can turn to for emotional support, if you can. Even if that means asking her permission to tell them the truth, or calling an old friend she doesn't know.
That's probably the most useful advice I've received yet. Thank you.
And Roger, I knew I was oblivious. It's just a shock to have it driven home so directly.
Congrats to twid on going back to school. I would love to do that for the rest of my life if I could figure out a way to do it that paid the bills. School is one of the few places I always felt like I knew what I was doing.
Quote from: Internet Jesus on October 24, 2012, 04:37:22 AM
So this looks to be the thread to go to whe you're trying to be a human who isn't a flippant asshole.
Which is probably why I've never posted here, but I'm out of options for people to talk/vent to and if I don't get this out somewhere, I don't think I'll be able to function. And I need to be able to function over the next several days. So a semi-anonymous forum is going to have to do for now.
When I got home from work tonight, my wife announced to me that she's checking herself into Rehab. For the last 9 months or so, she's been heavily abusing OxyContin. She's taken money from our joint funds, from our son, and even run up a fairly large bill with her dealer.
And I had no clue. Completely oblivious. I knew money was tight, but money has always been tight. I knew she's been distant, but she's never been an affectionate person or particularly open, neither have I, so I didn't notice any difference.
I don't stand in judgement over her, I have my own issues and I've had my troubles hammered home enough times and in painful enough ways that in my mind the only real sin we're capable of as human beings is pride and not acknowledging the truth that is starting us in the face. Our lives take us to strange places and the best we can do is deal with them. So she's attempting to deal with them. I accept that.
But that doesn't still my anxiety. That doesn't make up for not seeing my own truth.
This is a good thing, mind, but it's a painful truth not a comfortable lie. But how the fuck do I deal with it? How do I maintain the facade to our son for the next couple of weeks? Like most married men, all of my friends are either our friends (and therefore not someone I feel like I can reveal such an intimate secret without her OK) or drinking buddies, with whom I'd never share something so intimate and painful with. How do I take care of myself and the boy without her? I'm the shitty parent who works long hours at a job that's hours away so he can bankroll everything, not a caretaker.
It's a bit odd, but right this second I feel like I'm more at peace with her actions than I am with mine over the next however long. Not really looking for anything. Wanted to send out what's in my head out into the world. So I can see it and maybe know how I feel.
IJ - Sorry to hear about your troubles. I know where you are coming from because Mrs Mang & I have been navigating our way through our youngest son's addiction since about 2008. Well, 2008 is when we knew for sure it was heroin we had signs of things not being 'right in Denmark' before then.
My experience of this to date is that: when an addict goes into rehab of their own volition, that's a much more positive sign than if their rehab admittance is precipitated by some crisis. When our son was using very heavily, there were very deep and seemingly impenetrable layers of denial to get through. Every now and then an enormous crisis would blow up and that would send him into rehab. Getting arrested, Mrs Mang threatening to bludgeon him to death if he stole anything from her again etc. You get a momentary poke into their egos and they seek treatment. What I call 'crisis precipitated rehab' has not, IMHO been particularly effective in our situation. No doubt, this might work for other people, but it really didn't for us.
We managed to get our son into a Suboxone program that took state insurance. (Suboxone is an opiate blocker that produces instant withdrawal if the patient tries to use drugs but generally suppresses withdrawal symptoms if they don't.) The whole use of Suboxone in treatment programs is a rant for another day. Anyways, he got into a program and was clean from heroin because the Dr had him suitably dosed. Then our state shut that program down. He got into a different program but got kicked out of it owing to their 'zero tolerance' policy. He failed a drug test by having smoked weed. Even though he was being treated for heroin addiction they told him to leave.
Well, detoxing from Suboxone suddenly is every bit as bad as detoxing from heroin suddenly. Thus, much to our great chagrin and disgust, we turned a blind eye to our son buying Suboxone off the streets because our choice was watching him suffer or run the risk of using heroin again. So we helped him out materially which included paying off dealers because the fuckers know where we live and have our phone numbers. Yay!
In April of this year our son, without any drama or crisis put himself, into a 5 day detox. He reasoned that Suboxone dependence is really not much better than heroin dependence and he decided to suck it up and endure the sickness. While he was in detox, the counselors there encouraged him to enter a treatment program that was a minimum of 6 weeks. This helped him out a great deal and he learned a lot of valuable tools to cope.
That your wife has, likewise, put herself into treatment is a silver lining. Not to be the bearer of bad news but simply to warn you of the HORRIBLE TROOF - there's a good chance that this will not be her last trip to rehab. I'm not saying that to be a dick, it's just something that I've seen way too much of over the years. Understand that they
will fuck up. Accept that it's a distinct reality of addiction. It's not IF they fuck up, it's WHEN and when it happens, the trick is the skill, speed and grace with which the addict regains their focus and their commitment to sobriety.
Our son got clean in April and stayed clean of everything until about the mid/end of September. Right now, my wife & I are helping him work his way through this blip. He weaned himself off heroin and is weaning himself off of Suboxone. The only way this has been possible has been through a LOT of honest communication. This is so crucial. No matter how frustrated you feel, always work to keep an open, judgement free channel of communication open - even when you feel like punching a baby. If you can achieve this then it makes you much more able to deal with future 'blips'. We keep telling our son that we will always do our best to help him get & stay clean but only on condition of being totally truthful and transparent with us. The moment he pulls any kind of Junky bullshit, then the deal is off and he'll have to fix his own mess.
As for your son, it's probably not a bad thing that he thinks his mom is getting help with depression. Because she has sought treatment voluntarily and without undue fuss, it's best for now to respective her privacy and keep it on a need to know basis. There's nothing to be gained in spreading this information far & wide.
From my own experience, with our son, Mrs Mang & I went through a period of denial and kept the mess on the DL with family & friends. Because our son was being deeply un-cooperative I said "Screw it! I'm not letting his addiction be the thing that identifies me or our marriage." I wasn't willing to give him 'respectful privacy' to his addiction while he was lying, stealing and selling our shit to drug dealers and pawn merchants. So, I spoke openly to people about it which was actually very liberating. I also learned a great deal because so many people I spoke to had addiction stories in their family. One of my wife's good friends is suffering greatly because her husband epically relapsed into alcohol and pills and she refuses to talk about it. Give your wife the benefit of a cover story but find some ways to vent your own concerns. Pretending it isn't happening and maintaining a pretense will just drive you nuts.
Hope this is helpful to you in some way. I'll be happy to talk to anyone dealing with this shit.
Best of luck,
Mangrove
Apparently Amazon posted a synopsis for the husband's book without telling him first, or running the description by him, or the about the author... :kingmeh:
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on October 24, 2012, 06:22:35 PM
Apparently Amazon posted a synopsis for the husband's book without telling him first, or running the description by him, or the about the author... :kingmeh:
The synopsis I'm not surprised by, but how could they even
get an "about the author" without running it by him? That's weird. What did they do, have someone web-stalk him?
Speaking of which, HC is deep in the web-stalking territory. He tries to play it off like he just guessed my middle name that I haven't used in twelve years, and happened to find obscure posts I made on Usenet in 2006 by accident. :lol: I would probably find it less charming if I wasn't sleeping with him.
Quote from: Man Green on October 24, 2012, 07:28:07 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on October 24, 2012, 06:22:35 PM
Apparently Amazon posted a synopsis for the husband's book without telling him first, or running the description by him, or the about the author... :kingmeh:
The synopsis I'm not surprised by, but how could they even get an "about the author" without running it by him? That's weird. What did they do, have someone web-stalk him?
Speaking of which, HC is deep in the web-stalking territory. He tries to play it off like he just guessed my middle name that I haven't used in twelve years, and happened to find obscure posts I made on Usenet in 2006 by accident. :lol: I would probably find it less charming if I wasn't sleeping with him.
He just called them up, apparently the page is not supposed to be live yet and they're trying to fix it. Which, you know, is really effective after the link's already been posted to a forum with thousands of members.
Results are in. Villager has barretts esophagus. Irreversible precancerous condition that can be managed with diet and medicine. Risk of cancer increased but occurence of cancer is rare.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 24, 2012, 08:55:40 PM
Results are in. Villager has barretts esophagus. Irreversible precancerous condition that can be managed with diet and medicine. Risk of cancer increased but occurence of cancer is rare.
What's that mean in terms of day-to-day life (other than the cancer risk)? Is she stuck with some painful condition or something?
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 24, 2012, 08:55:40 PM
Results are in. Villager has barretts esophagus. Irreversible precancerous condition that can be managed with diet and medicine. Risk of cancer increased but occurence of cancer is rare.
I'm glad that it's manageable and that cancer occurrence is rare! That sounds like good news!
I've decided, after much agonizing, that I am going to say fuck it to my timeline and just take all the classes I'm interested in at the community college. Most of them will apply to my BS just fine, and this way I don't have to miss out on interesting classes just to meet an artificial deadline.
I feel less stressed now.
Shell have to go on an acid reflux diet which should also manage the pain if not eliminate it. Shes still scared as hell though so im going over her place tonight.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 24, 2012, 09:06:54 PM
Shell have to go on an acid reflux diet which should also manage the pain if not eliminate it. Shes still scared as hell though so im going over her place tonight.
That's maddening, they're probably going to have her measuring stuff and counting grapes. :x
Very happy it's not the Big C, though.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 24, 2012, 09:06:54 PM
Shell have to go on an acid reflux diet which should also manage the pain if not eliminate it. Shes still scared as hell though so im going over her place tonight.
Hopefully she'll get used to the idea and start feeling better soon!
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 24, 2012, 09:06:54 PM
Shell have to go on an acid reflux diet which should also manage the pain if not eliminate it. Shes still scared as hell though so im going over her place tonight.
Can she take Nexium? That stopped the damage for me.
Quote from: Man Green on October 24, 2012, 09:03:21 PM
I've decided, after much agonizing, that I am going to say fuck it to my timeline and just take all the classes I'm interested in at the community college. Most of them will apply to my BS just fine, and this way I don't have to miss out on interesting classes just to meet an artificial deadline.
I feel less stressed now.
Good. Life's an experience, not a destination.
Damn. I should write those little pseudo-profound plaques that people hang in their kitchens.
I apparently only need 72 upper division credits for my BS, so that gives me roughly 18 lower division credits to play around with above and beyond my transfer requirements. I'm gonna call it 24 and that gives me wiggle room for six more classes.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 24, 2012, 09:21:40 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 24, 2012, 09:03:21 PM
I've decided, after much agonizing, that I am going to say fuck it to my timeline and just take all the classes I'm interested in at the community college. Most of them will apply to my BS just fine, and this way I don't have to miss out on interesting classes just to meet an artificial deadline.
I feel less stressed now.
Good. Life's an experience, not a destination.
Damn. I should write those little pseudo-profound plaques that people hang in their kitchens.
:lulz:
Theyll prescribe her something not sure what yet though. I think shes on prilosec right now.
Quote from: Man Green on October 24, 2012, 09:25:01 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 24, 2012, 09:21:40 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 24, 2012, 09:03:21 PM
I've decided, after much agonizing, that I am going to say fuck it to my timeline and just take all the classes I'm interested in at the community college. Most of them will apply to my BS just fine, and this way I don't have to miss out on interesting classes just to meet an artificial deadline.
I feel less stressed now.
Good. Life's an experience, not a destination.
Damn. I should write those little pseudo-profound plaques that people hang in their kitchens.
:lulz:
"...And when I looked back, there was only one set of footprints. And I asked Jesus "Why did you abandon me?", and he said, "You need to shower more often."
"A Tidy Kitchen is an Easy Place to Get Rid of the Evidence."
"Home is Where the Beatings Are."
Shit. Just looked it up. Even though malignancy is rare if it does go malignant it has an 85% mortality rate with less than a year to live. Wish i hadnt read that. Going to forget about it now.
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 24, 2012, 09:27:09 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 24, 2012, 09:25:01 PM
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 24, 2012, 09:21:40 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 24, 2012, 09:03:21 PM
I've decided, after much agonizing, that I am going to say fuck it to my timeline and just take all the classes I'm interested in at the community college. Most of them will apply to my BS just fine, and this way I don't have to miss out on interesting classes just to meet an artificial deadline.
I feel less stressed now.
Good. Life's an experience, not a destination.
Damn. I should write those little pseudo-profound plaques that people hang in their kitchens.
:lulz:
"...And when I looked back, there was only one set of footprints. And I asked Jesus "Why did you abandon me?", and he said, "You need to shower more often."
"A Tidy Kitchen is an Easy Place to Get Rid of the Evidence."
"Home is Where the Beatings Are."
I don't understand why you don't take up needlepoint. You could make a fortune.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 24, 2012, 09:41:39 PM
Shit. Just looked it up. Even though malignancy is rare if it does go malignant it has an 85% mortality rate with less than a year to live. Wish i hadnt read that. Going to forget about it now.
Is that for people who have frequent screening for early detection, or is it for all cases?
Not sure. Wikipedia wasnt clear on that point. But malignancy occurence is at .05% she did say she would have to get an endoscopy every two years.
Ah. Esophageal adenocarcinoma has a poor prognosis due to it usually being caught in advanced stages. Looks like it otherwise has an 80% 5 year survival rate as long as its restricted to the mucosa.
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I've decided, after much agonizing, that I am going to say fuck it to my timeline and just take all the classes I'm interested in at the community college. Most of them will apply to my BS just fine, and this way I don't have to miss out on interesting classes just to meet an artificial deadline.
I feel less stressed now.
Good. Life's an experience, not a destination.
Damn. I should write those little pseudo-profound plaques that people hang in their kitchens.
:lulz:
"...And when I looked back, there was only one set of footprints. And I asked Jesus "Why did you abandon me?", and he said, "You need to shower more often."
"A Tidy Kitchen is an Easy Place to Get Rid of the Evidence."
"Home is Where the Beatings Are."
I don't understand why you don't take up needlepoint. You could make a fortune.
HEAR THAT, PEOPLE?
GIVE ROGER NEEDLES!
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 24, 2012, 10:04:41 PM
Not sure. Wikipedia wasnt clear on that point. But malignancy occurence is at .05% she did say she would have to get an endoscopy every two years.
That's the occurrence for her high-risk category? Is that annual or lifetime? If it's lifetime, I would say it's really in the category of "something to not bother worrying about" because that's a third of general female population's lifetime risk of, say, ovarian cancer.
Endoscopy every two years will be a PITA, but well worth it for early detection.
Ah, here, I looked it up and that's annual risk, but the good news is that it looks like the high mortality rate is usually due to late detection: http://digestive.niddk.nih.gov/ddiseases/pubs/barretts/
You probably don't need to stress about it too much... more of an inconvenience than anything else.
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I've decided, after much agonizing, that I am going to say fuck it to my timeline and just take all the classes I'm interested in at the community college. Most of them will apply to my BS just fine, and this way I don't have to miss out on interesting classes just to meet an artificial deadline.
I feel less stressed now.
Good. Life's an experience, not a destination.
Damn. I should write those little pseudo-profound plaques that people hang in their kitchens.
:lulz:
"...And when I looked back, there was only one set of footprints. And I asked Jesus "Why did you abandon me?", and he said, "You need to shower more often."
"A Tidy Kitchen is an Easy Place to Get Rid of the Evidence."
"Home is Where the Beatings Are."
I don't understand why you don't take up needlepoint. You could make a fortune.
HEAR THAT, PEOPLE?
GIVE ROGER NEEDLES!
Hmmmmm
maybe on second thought...
Yeah im not terribly worried about it now. Just wicked tired. As soon as she lets me know whether she still needs me to come over or not that will determine when i leave work. (tired enough that ill keep working so i dont have to not sit)
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I've decided, after much agonizing, that I am going to say fuck it to my timeline and just take all the classes I'm interested in at the community college. Most of them will apply to my BS just fine, and this way I don't have to miss out on interesting classes just to meet an artificial deadline.
I feel less stressed now.
Good. Life's an experience, not a destination.
Damn. I should write those little pseudo-profound plaques that people hang in their kitchens.
:lulz:
"...And when I looked back, there was only one set of footprints. And I asked Jesus "Why did you abandon me?", and he said, "You need to shower more often."
"A Tidy Kitchen is an Easy Place to Get Rid of the Evidence."
"Home is Where the Beatings Are."
I don't understand why you don't take up needlepoint. You could make a fortune.
|I want to do this. I want really offensive or aggressively "don't be a fucking slob!" type messages, done in an incredibly twee or girly aesthetic. Hell if Roger writes em I'll make em.
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I've decided, after much agonizing, that I am going to say fuck it to my timeline and just take all the classes I'm interested in at the community college. Most of them will apply to my BS just fine, and this way I don't have to miss out on interesting classes just to meet an artificial deadline.
I feel less stressed now.
Good. Life's an experience, not a destination.
Damn. I should write those little pseudo-profound plaques that people hang in their kitchens.
:lulz:
"...And when I looked back, there was only one set of footprints. And I asked Jesus "Why did you abandon me?", and he said, "You need to shower more often."
"A Tidy Kitchen is an Easy Place to Get Rid of the Evidence."
"Home is Where the Beatings Are."
I don't understand why you don't take up needlepoint. You could make a fortune.
|I want to do this. I want really offensive or aggressively "don't be a fucking slob!" type messages, done in an incredibly twee or girly aesthetic. Hell if Roger writes em I'll make em.
DEAL. If you can sell 'em, keep everything for yourself. This shit just drops out of my head, there's no effort to it.
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I've decided, after much agonizing, that I am going to say fuck it to my timeline and just take all the classes I'm interested in at the community college. Most of them will apply to my BS just fine, and this way I don't have to miss out on interesting classes just to meet an artificial deadline.
I feel less stressed now.
Good. Life's an experience, not a destination.
Damn. I should write those little pseudo-profound plaques that people hang in their kitchens.
:lulz:
"...And when I looked back, there was only one set of footprints. And I asked Jesus "Why did you abandon me?", and he said, "You need to shower more often."
"A Tidy Kitchen is an Easy Place to Get Rid of the Evidence."
"Home is Where the Beatings Are."
I don't understand why you don't take up needlepoint. You could make a fortune.
HEAR THAT, PEOPLE?
GIVE ROGER NEEDLES!
Hmmmmm
maybe on second thought...
Mod Podge. What could go wrong?
Not rhetorical. I really want to know how to fuck shit up with Mod Podge. :lol:
I do not care about my American History class. I feel bad that I don't care.
Also, math professor broke minds today when asked how to graph the imaginary roots of a parabola on an real 2d coordinate plane.
"I can't graph in 4 dimensions, but it's ok because you don't have 4th dimensional eyes"
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I've decided, after much agonizing, that I am going to say fuck it to my timeline and just take all the classes I'm interested in at the community college. Most of them will apply to my BS just fine, and this way I don't have to miss out on interesting classes just to meet an artificial deadline.
I feel less stressed now.
Good. Life's an experience, not a destination.
Damn. I should write those little pseudo-profound plaques that people hang in their kitchens.
:lulz:
"...And when I looked back, there was only one set of footprints. And I asked Jesus "Why did you abandon me?", and he said, "You need to shower more often."
"A Tidy Kitchen is an Easy Place to Get Rid of the Evidence."
"Home is Where the Beatings Are."
I don't understand why you don't take up needlepoint. You could make a fortune.
HEAR THAT, PEOPLE?
GIVE ROGER NEEDLES!
Hmmmmm
maybe on second thought...
Mod Podge. What could go wrong?
Not rhetorical. I really want to know how to fuck shit up with Mod Podge. :lol:
I mod podged somebody's entire car once. I am pretty sure they would have fucked me up if they had the chance.
Quote from: American Jackal on October 25, 2012, 12:43:12 AM
I do not care about my American History class. I feel bad that I don't care.
I know what you mean. That's why I have only taken one history class in my entire life.
Quote from: American Jackal on October 25, 2012, 12:56:11 AM
Also, math professor broke minds today when asked how to graph the imaginary roots of a parabola on an real 2d coordinate plane.
"I can't graph in 4 dimensions, but it's ok because you don't have 4th dimensional eyes"
I don't know what that means. What math class are you in?
I can smell my wound. I can smell it all the time.
Quote from: Man Green on October 25, 2012, 03:11:48 AM
I can smell my wound. I can smell it all the time.
:eek:
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I can smell my wound. I can smell it all the time.
Course ya can. It's like shoving a penny up your nose.
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Also, math professor broke minds today when asked how to graph the imaginary roots of a parabola on an real 2d coordinate plane.
"I can't graph in 4 dimensions, but it's ok because you don't have 4th dimensional eyes"
I don't know what that means. What math class are you in?
Precalc.
It's funny how a person's tastes can change over time. Years ago, when Starbucks first came up with their Pumpkin Spice Latte, I couldn't get enough of them, I thought they were awesome. I used to go out of my way to drink them. These days, the only thing I really care about drinking is scotch.
Does Starbucks do scotch lattes then?
I fucking hope not. I'd hate to see how badly they'd fuck that up.
Yeah. They'd probably sell it as a frappachino.
"Can I get a grande, soy, no-whip scotch latte?"
"Please leave, sir."
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Also, math professor broke minds today when asked how to graph the imaginary roots of a parabola on an real 2d coordinate plane.
"I can't graph in 4 dimensions, but it's ok because you don't have 4th dimensional eyes"
I don't know what that means. What math class are you in?
Precalc.
Oh, ok. I'm taking that next term. :lulz:
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I can smell my wound. I can smell it all the time.
Course ya can. It's like shoving a penny up your nose.
Exactly.
I woke up at five.
Do I have to be awake?
No. Class is not until eleven and my children have perfectly good alarm clocks.
Nonetheless, here I am.
:waves:
By coincidence, I also woke up at 5am today.
However, that was 9 hours ago. Your clock must be running late.
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Also, math professor broke minds today when asked how to graph the imaginary roots of a parabola on an real 2d coordinate plane.
"I can't graph in 4 dimensions, but it's ok because you don't have 4th dimensional eyes"
I don't know what that means. What math class are you in?
Precalc.
Oh, ok. I'm taking that next term. :lulz:
I also think I am older than my math professor.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 25, 2012, 01:09:07 PM
It's funny how a person's tastes can change over time. Years ago, when Starbucks first came up with their Pumpkin Spice Latte, I couldn't get enough of them, I thought they were awesome. I used to go out of my way to drink them. These days, the only thing I really care about drinking is scotch.
I used to be like that, too. And now I'm only interested it in chocolate milk, which is about all I order from there these days.
Also, yay for Villager's illness being managable!
WHAT DO, PEEDEE?
I'm *this* close to losing my shit with my housemates.
One of my candleholders got broken, and no one mentioned a damn thing about it. The bathroom and kitchen have been overdue for a clean by my housemates for a week now, they dump all the post into a box that never gets separated out which led to me failing to notice that my new debit card had been sent (My account WAS going to be transferred to another bank, which was then pulled out of...) I went to go by smokes and my card was refused, phoned the bank and got the why explained to me, cancelled the card that was sent and got some emergency money, got home, found the card!
So the bathroom is getting done at the weekend, the kitchen maybe never, and I'm about to totally fucking lose it.
Pitch a wobbler.
I assume you can't throw them out, nor can you move, so the only sensible alternative is to freak the fuck out at them.
Shit in the sink.
Never say a thing about it.
Exaggeratedly sort the mail. Throw it at them, full force, with lots of "GEE THANKS GUYS" as you do so. Leave dishes in their rooms. If they take it back to the sink, put the dirty dishes on their pillows. Leave cleaning supplies in front of their bedroom doors.
"You think I'm a bitch NOW!? You keep this bullshit up, and you will know the true and ancient meaning of a 'Fury'. You can either live with a high-octaine cunt, or you can GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND STRAIGHTEN THE FUCK UP."
I am home sick today, so all I'm going to say is that you should wound their inner children and throw shit.
Every rent-share has the crazy one. It is better to BE the crazy one, rather than to experience the crazy one.
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Also, math professor broke minds today when asked how to graph the imaginary roots of a parabola on an real 2d coordinate plane.
"I can't graph in 4 dimensions, but it's ok because you don't have 4th dimensional eyes"
I don't know what that means. What math class are you in?
Precalc.
Oh, ok. I'm taking that next term. :lulz:
I also think I am older than my math professor.
I know for a fact that I am older than mine. In fact, I only have one professor I'm younger than.
In other news, Johns Hopkins is recruiting and it's a program I know I would get into, but that's in Baltimore. :(
Quote from: Man Yellow on October 25, 2012, 06:06:29 PM
I am home sick today, so all I'm going to say is that you should wound their inner children and throw shit.
Every rent-share has the crazy one. It is better to BE the crazy one, rather than to experience the crazy one.
This.
Full-blown temper tantrum. Break things that are not yours.
I had this text conversation with my daughter last night:
QuoteJ: When should i be home
K: 6
J: Mom that's in 20 minutes
K: It was in 45 minutes when I sent that.
J: Oh
K: OK whatever, get here before raped-and-stabbed-to-death-by-a-greasy-hobo thirty. What time do you think you should be home for matters of safety and responsibility? Whatever time that is, that's when I want you home.
J: OK ok I will start heading home jesus
I'm so
unreasonable. :lol:
I seriously think that I should teach a high-school class in being a decent roommate. Not because I'm fabulous to live with, but because it seems like most kids enter the adult world with absolutely no idea, and then spend the next ten years learning the hard way.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 25, 2012, 05:50:49 PM
Pitch a wobbler.
I assume you can't throw them out, nor can you move, so the only sensible alternative is to freak the fuck out at them.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 25, 2012, 05:57:25 PM
Exaggeratedly sort the mail. Throw it at them, full force, with lots of "GEE THANKS GUYS" as you do so. Leave dishes in their rooms. If they take it back to the sink, put the dirty dishes on their pillows. Leave cleaning supplies in front of their bedroom doors.
These. Maybe they'll get the hint. Maybe they won't, but at least it'll be cathartic and nothing else seems to be helping. I've had to do it before and it's mostly worked, but I suppose that could also be because I've mostly lived with decent, if occassionally inconsiderate, people.
If that doesn't work, what Cain said, but exchange "sink" for "corner of their room" since if it's in a common area, they'll probably wait for you to clean it
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Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 25, 2012, 05:50:49 PM
Pitch a wobbler.
I assume you can't throw them out, nor can you move, so the only sensible alternative is to freak the fuck out at them.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 25, 2012, 05:57:25 PM
Exaggeratedly sort the mail. Throw it at them, full force, with lots of "GEE THANKS GUYS" as you do so. Leave dishes in their rooms. If they take it back to the sink, put the dirty dishes on their pillows. Leave cleaning supplies in front of their bedroom doors.
These. Maybe they'll get the hint. Maybe they won't, but at least it'll be cathartic and nothing else seems to be helping. I've had to do it before and it's mostly worked, but I suppose that could also be because I've mostly lived with decent, if occassionally inconsiderate, people.
If that doesn't work, what Cain said, but exchange "sink" for "corner of their room" since if it's in a common area, they'll probably wait for you to clean it
Or their pillow. Or pee all over their bedding.
Quote from: Man Green on October 25, 2012, 06:12:58 PM
I had this text conversation with my daughter last night:
QuoteJ: When should i be home
K: 6
J: Mom that's in 20 minutes
K: It was in 45 minutes when I sent that.
J: Oh
K: OK whatever, get here before raped-and-stabbed-to-death-by-a-greasy-hobo thirty. What time do you think you should be home for matters of safety and responsibility? Whatever time that is, that's when I want you home.
J: OK ok I will start heading home jesus
I'm so unreasonable. :lol:
I wonder what would happen if she said, "Great, see you at 11:30!"
Just one thing: don't wait until they're already cleaning to complain about the fact that they don't clean often enough.
(QG has lived with idiots)
So, I go to the doctor to talk about last week's test results today.
He tells me, due to my impaired fasting glucose levels, I've got a percent chance of developing diabetes over the next 5 years. Unless I change my diet and exercise routine. I tell him what I've been doing.
I say, I've cut all sugary fruits out of my diet. He says, no, you shouldn't do that, sugary fruits are fine to keep in, they're full of nutrients.
I say, for example, bananas in the morning have been a bad idea for me. He says, that doesn't make sense, bananas are mostly starch.
I say, bread is also a problem, and I've been eating wheat bread. He says, wheat bread should be fine.
I tell him, potatoes on the other hand don't seem to be causing me problems. He says, that doesn't make any sense, potatoes have a high glycemic index.
So, basically, everything I've been learning from paying attention to my body, my moods and my blood sugar levels, he throws back in my face with contradictory advice.
Then he hands me an article on lowering blood pressure with exercise. Which is hilarious, because my blood pressure is already quite low, and if it was lower I would start having problems. It's low enough that I have trouble getting enough blood to test myself.
I said thank you, walked out of there, and thought...was that at all useful? REALLY? DID I JUST WASTE MY TIME?!? What good advice he gave I was already doing, and the rest contradicted what I'm learning from experiment. So, basically, I'm done with this advice. DONE. I'mma listen to my body, and if I feel good and my blood sugar levels look good, then I'mma do it. Regardless of whatever self proclaimed expert says. DAMN.
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 25, 2012, 08:10:22 PM
I said thank you, walked out of there, and thought...was that at all useful? REALLY? DID I JUST WASTE MY TIME?!? What good advice he gave I was already doing, and the rest contradicted what I'm learning from experiment. So, basically, I'm done with this advice. DONE. I'mma listen to my body, and if I feel good and my blood sugar levels look good, then I'mma do it. Regardless of whatever self proclaimed expert says. DAMN.
Self-proclaimed?
I thought he was a doctor. Anyway, you're right. You should stick with your opinion on what's good for you. Don't listen to those secular "doctors" and their "science". You should totally experiment with your metabolism.
These people can help you: http://www.mystickwicks.com
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Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 25, 2012, 08:10:22 PM
I said thank you, walked out of there, and thought...was that at all useful? REALLY? DID I JUST WASTE MY TIME?!? What good advice he gave I was already doing, and the rest contradicted what I'm learning from experiment. So, basically, I'm done with this advice. DONE. I'mma listen to my body, and if I feel good and my blood sugar levels look good, then I'mma do it. Regardless of whatever self proclaimed expert says. DAMN.
Self-proclaimed?
I thought he was a doctor. Anyway, you're right. You should stick with your opinion on what's good for you. Don't listen to those secular "doctors" and their "science". You should totally experiment with your metabolism.
These people can help you: http://www.mystickwicks.com
Yeah, because eating sugary fruits TOTALLY FUCKING WORKED FOR ME when my blood sugar was high. Right. I should just keep on eating bananas every morning even though it makes me feel like shit.
You know what, fuck this shit. I don't need this, especially from you of all people.
If your doctor is not listening to you when you tell him what your body is telling you, you may wish to get a second opinion.
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 25, 2012, 08:36:15 PM
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Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 25, 2012, 08:10:22 PM
I said thank you, walked out of there, and thought...was that at all useful? REALLY? DID I JUST WASTE MY TIME?!? What good advice he gave I was already doing, and the rest contradicted what I'm learning from experiment. So, basically, I'm done with this advice. DONE. I'mma listen to my body, and if I feel good and my blood sugar levels look good, then I'mma do it. Regardless of whatever self proclaimed expert says. DAMN.
Self-proclaimed?
I thought he was a doctor. Anyway, you're right. You should stick with your opinion on what's good for you. Don't listen to those secular "doctors" and their "science". You should totally experiment with your metabolism.
These people can help you: http://www.mystickwicks.com
Yeah, because eating sugary fruits TOTALLY FUCKING WORKED FOR ME when my blood sugar was high. Right. I should just keep on eating bananas every morning even though it makes me feel like shit.
You know what, fuck this shit. I don't need this, especially from you of all people.
No, you don't. And you don't need to be playing games with your pancreas, either.
I'd suggest you get a second opinion, and maybe talk to a proper nuitrionist.
Once i acquire black pantyhose my costume should be complete.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 25, 2012, 07:45:07 PM
Quote from: Man Green on October 25, 2012, 06:12:58 PM
I had this text conversation with my daughter last night:
QuoteJ: When should i be home
K: 6
J: Mom that's in 20 minutes
K: It was in 45 minutes when I sent that.
J: Oh
K: OK whatever, get here before raped-and-stabbed-to-death-by-a-greasy-hobo thirty. What time do you think you should be home for matters of safety and responsibility? Whatever time that is, that's when I want you home.
J: OK ok I will start heading home jesus
I'm so unreasonable. :lol:
I wonder what would happen if she said, "Great, see you at 11:30!"
I would remind her that's past her bedtime.
Quote from: ZL 'Kai' Burington, M.S. on October 25, 2012, 08:10:22 PM
So, I go to the doctor to talk about last week's test results today.
He tells me, due to my impaired fasting glucose levels, I've got a percent chance of developing diabetes over the next 5 years. Unless I change my diet and exercise routine. I tell him what I've been doing.
I say, I've cut all sugary fruits out of my diet. He says, no, you shouldn't do that, sugary fruits are fine to keep in, they're full of nutrients.
I say, for example, bananas in the morning have been a bad idea for me. He says, that doesn't make sense, bananas are mostly starch.
I say, bread is also a problem, and I've been eating wheat bread. He says, wheat bread should be fine.
I tell him, potatoes on the other hand don't seem to be causing me problems. He says, that doesn't make any sense, potatoes have a high glycemic index.
So, basically, everything I've been learning from paying attention to my body, my moods and my blood sugar levels, he throws back in my face with contradictory advice.
Then he hands me an article on lowering blood pressure with exercise. Which is hilarious, because my blood pressure is already quite low, and if it was lower I would start having problems. It's low enough that I have trouble getting enough blood to test myself.
I said thank you, walked out of there, and thought...was that at all useful? REALLY? DID I JUST WASTE MY TIME?!? What good advice he gave I was already doing, and the rest contradicted what I'm learning from experiment. So, basically, I'm done with this advice. DONE. I'mma listen to my body, and if I feel good and my blood sugar levels look good, then I'mma do it. Regardless of whatever self proclaimed expert says. DAMN.
Sounds like it might be a good idea to go to a different doctor, and also to look at what you've been eating WITH your wheat bread and potatoes, and what time of day, to see if that helps give you any clues. Potatoes do have a high glycemic index, and so it is odd that you should be able to eat those without a blood sugar spike, and not wheat bread, which has a much lower one. So there may be some other factors involved.
Also, for the love of science, don't go the "I'll listen to my body" route unless you are backing it up very carefully with monitoring to make sure that you're reading your body accurately. When people get sick or injured, or even just very stressed out, often their brain's interpretation of the signals they receive from their bodies goes all cattywompus, which is why it happens so often that a person "felt just fine" and kept doing the things that were killing them.
I can't tell you how many times I've had my ex almost bite my head off because I suggested his blood sugar might be low or high, because HE FELT JUST FINE DON'T TELL ME WHAT I NEED.
So just back up your impressions with your blood sugar monitor, to be certain.
Quote from: Man Green on October 25, 2012, 10:39:40 PM
Also, for the love of science, don't go the "I'll listen to my body" route unless you are backing it up very carefully with monitoring to make sure that you're reading your body accurately. When people get sick or injured, or even just very stressed out, often their brain's interpretation of the signals they receive from their bodies goes all cattywompus, which is why it happens so often that a person "felt just fine" and kept doing the things that were killing them.
I can't tell you how many times I've had my ex almost bite my head off because I suggested his blood sugar might be low or high, because HE FELT JUST FINE DON'T TELL ME WHAT I NEED.
So just back up your impressions with your blood sugar monitor, to be certain.
This.
I've had diabetics in the family... The guy my mom's seeing is one. Mom carries a spare monitor in her purse, because he won't fucking listen to her when she suggests he may be out of whack, until she makes him check. She's usually right. (I am used to this, my mother has never been wrong in my whole fucking life, I swear to everything holy.)
If you can't get along with your doctor, get that second opinion. This is too important to fuck around with.
aaan i just had a massive anxiety attack. Wednesday I have to notify the landlord of the need to change the contract... We don't know if our Pet Student is staying or not, I already turned down a potential housemate, but one of the other folks from my femininja group is looking for a place with cheap rent, and I'll find out Sunday what's going on with that.
so much faffing around I don't even!
someone give me a good reason not to go stabbing people with crochet hooks!
Quote from: Pixie on October 26, 2012, 12:47:47 AM
someone give me a good reason not to go stabbing people with crochet hooks!
You'd need to find new roommates, and they might be worse than the ones you've already got.
Better to have crappy-but-unstabbed roommates than to have to have jail cell mates?
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 26, 2012, 01:58:04 AM
Better to have crappy-but-unstabbed roommates than to have to have jail cell mates?
As I said, my mate Joy is coming over to have a looksee at a room on Sunday, but it's cutting it hella fine, which is not what I need for sanity.
They aren't worth even a replacement crochet hook, let alone jail time, fo' sho'.
Hope that works out for ya, Pixie.
Got a new keyboard for my kindle. The keys stick a lot, which is annoying as fuck. Anyone else dealt with this/have sugestions?
The keys on.my keyboard stick sometimes. But I don't think it's the same problem.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 26, 2012, 03:08:35 AM
Hope that works out for ya, Pixie.
Got a new keyboard for my kindle. The keys stick a lot, which is annoying as fuck. Anyone else dealt with this/have sugestions?
Oh fuck, do I hope this works out... Joy is an Anarchist feminist librarian at the University, and non-binary, so I'm never sure what pronoun to use , generally lovely and smart and bipedal, and is firm in the fact that (and I quote) "i'm not a special snowflake" which kind of made me squee inside.
Ask, especially if Joy could be moving in. Possibly use "they" until you get an answer.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 26, 2012, 03:24:32 AM
Ask, especially if Joy could be moving in. Possibly use "they" until you get an answer.
oh, I'm going to ask, and explain it to Payne. Not sure if my parents would grasp the whole non-binary thing when visiting, Mum would be cool, Dad, well.. Meh, I could just tell him the place is still a mess and just meet him at the pub.
Quote from: Pixie on October 26, 2012, 03:35:24 AM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 26, 2012, 03:24:32 AM
Ask, especially if Joy could be moving in. Possibly use "they" until you get an answer.
oh, I'm going to ask, and explain it to Payne. Not sure if my parents would grasp the whole non-binary thing when visiting, Mum would be cool, Dad, well.. Meh, I could just tell him the place is still a mess and just meet him at the pub.
Or Joy could pick a pronoun and humor him. It doesn't have to be right, it just has to work for a minute.
Quote from: Man Green on October 26, 2012, 06:49:57 AM
Quote from: Pixie on October 26, 2012, 03:35:24 AM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 26, 2012, 03:24:32 AM
Ask, especially if Joy could be moving in. Possibly use "they" until you get an answer.
oh, I'm going to ask, and explain it to Payne. Not sure if my parents would grasp the whole non-binary thing when visiting, Mum would be cool, Dad, well.. Meh, I could just tell him the place is still a mess and just meet him at the pub.
Or Joy could pick a pronoun and humor him. It doesn't have to be right, it just has to work for a minute.
Joy would have to decide to move in first... i think i'll worry about that when I get to that stage...
Is officially Friday in Boston for awhile.
I'm bloody sick.
We've got a gig tonight. LMNO knows, since he's on the same bill.
Ughh. Head full of snot, throat full of scratch.
Twid,
Has only canceled a gig due to... extreme digestive reasons. Has otherwise played while violently nauseous, in extraordinary pain, or with an infection that wouldn't be treated until 3 days and 3000 miles had passed.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 26, 2012, 03:08:35 AM
Hope that works out for ya, Pixie.
Got a new keyboard for my kindle. The keys stick a lot, which is annoying as fuck. Anyone else dealt with this/have sugestions?
:? My keyboard is built in, "new keyboard" confuses me.
When I had hardware issues with my kindle (battery went *poof* and would hold a charge for about five minutes), I called Amazon customer service, they tried to fix it remotely, then sent me a new one. I didn't have to send 'em mine back until I received the new one, shipped it back in the same box, easypeasy.
The musical apocalypse is upon us. Two of the most useless, talentless fucks in music have released a joint single (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ys7-6_t7OEQ). All this needs is a cameo by Pit Bull and Taylor Swift for all four horsemen to be present.
I've arrived safely in Israel and am oddly euphoric about being here. The whole country is completely insane and everything feels just right and like home and this time I don't have to feel sad about leaving again in a couple of weeks.
Also, there's WiFi on intercity buses here, and I'm on one right now. YAY.
Did I miss much the past few days here?
Quote from: Cain on October 26, 2012, 12:22:54 PM
The musical apocalypse is upon us. Two of the most useless, talentless fucks in music have released a joint single (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ys7-6_t7OEQ). All this needs is a cameo by Pit Bull and Taylor Swift for all four horsemen to be present.
To be fair, it's a fairly simple formula:
Take any two people who've appeared in the top10 over the last decade into a studio
Record the resulting cacophony
Autotune the shit out of it
99.99% guaranteed horrormirth/chart success
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 26, 2012, 08:30:52 AM
Is officially Friday in Boston for awhile.
I'm bloody sick.
We've got a gig tonight. LMNO knows, since he's on the same bill.
Ughh. Head full of snot, throat full of scratch.
Twid,
Has only canceled a gig due to... extreme digestive reasons. Has otherwise played while violently nauseous, in extraordinary pain, or with an infection that wouldn't be treated until 3 days and 3000 miles had passed.
Sounds like tonight should be a blast. Nothing for a head cold like spending 4 hours in a basement that smells like piss and stale beer.
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on October 26, 2012, 01:53:27 PM
Quote from: Cain on October 26, 2012, 12:22:54 PM
The musical apocalypse is upon us. Two of the most useless, talentless fucks in music have released a joint single (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ys7-6_t7OEQ). All this needs is a cameo by Pit Bull and Taylor Swift for all four horsemen to be present.
To be fair, it's a fairly simple formula:
Take any two people who've appeared in the top10 over the last decade into a studio
Record the resulting cacophony
Autotune the shit out of it
99.99% guaranteed horrormirth/chart success
True. It's just each individual here is so uniquely awful that putting them together makes me want to eat glass shards.
I had high hopes for Nicki. her guest spot on "Monster" and a couple of her early singles were really interesting. Then she went the GlamBarbie route, and decided to try singing. It's a shame, really.
Quote from: Cain on October 26, 2012, 02:00:18 PM
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on October 26, 2012, 01:53:27 PM
Quote from: Cain on October 26, 2012, 12:22:54 PM
The musical apocalypse is upon us. Two of the most useless, talentless fucks in music have released a joint single (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ys7-6_t7OEQ). All this needs is a cameo by Pit Bull and Taylor Swift for all four horsemen to be present.
To be fair, it's a fairly simple formula:
Take any two people who've appeared in the top10 over the last decade into a studio
Record the resulting cacophony
Autotune the shit out of it
99.99% guaranteed horrormirth/chart success
True. It's just each individual here is so uniquely awful that putting them together makes me want to eat glass shards.
I salute you, sir, you obviously have a stronger constitution than me. Listening to the fucking radio has that effect on me :horrormirth:
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 26, 2012, 02:05:36 PM
I had high hopes for Nicki. her guest spot on "Monster" and a couple of her early singles were really interesting. Then she went the GlamBarbie route, and decided to try singing. It's a shame, really.
Yeah. I got so exited with some of her stuff, and Monster is hands down my favourite karaoke track mostly from Nikkis part. Actually hearing some of her other stuff really bummed me out.
She has more than one track? I just thought it was her doing that weird not-quite-singing voice thing to marginally different beats.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UCVCQmxb7YQ
She kills it on this one. Sure YMMV, but it was an impressive debut.
My kid will not stop watching the video for Stupid Hoe.
Because they know how to work the Youtube and the Music On Demand, without anyone's help.
Music aside, Hype Williams knows how to make a fucking great video.
So I'm thinking, what with the housemates being very laissez-faire about the cleaning whether I should spend my Friday night Occupying the Bathroom? Like a mini protest. I don't care if it works, but it would be funny, for me at least. If I can get Payne in on it for the lulz, we could even have a General Assembly and a Human Microphone. Ideas? Saturday before my femininjas come over I may do the same for the kitchen...
Quote from: Pixie on October 26, 2012, 05:07:09 PM
So I'm thinking, what with the housemates being very laissez-faire about the cleaning whether I should spend my Friday night Occupying the Bathroom? Like a mini protest. I don't care if it works, but it would be funny, for me at least. If I can get Payne in on it for the lulz, we could even have a General Assembly and a Human Microphone. Ideas? Saturday before my femininjas come over I may do the same for the kitchen...
I did the Payne notes in the old timer thread.
Just so you know.
Cool I will show him when he gets in and when I try convincing him that Occupy The Bathroom is funny enough to do for an entire Friday night.
Lmno- i know right? Im still i bed too. I feel like as but have to pick myself up and off to work soon either way.
Thankfully were the first band on. Depending on how i feel i may leave shortly after our set.
Ill try and stay for toes. I see you guys and daniel all the time so i wont feel bad if i miss your sets.
Quote from: Pixie on October 26, 2012, 05:07:09 PM
So I'm thinking, what with the housemates being very laissez-faire about the cleaning whether I should spend my Friday night Occupying the Bathroom? Like a mini protest. I don't care if it works, but it would be funny, for me at least. If I can get Payne in on it for the lulz, we could even have a General Assembly and a Human Microphone. Ideas? Saturday before my femininjas come over I may do the same for the kitchen...
Occupy The Bathroom lasted all of 30 minutes... End result, clean bathroom and kitchen, but a dose of ill feeling housemate wise and a massive row betwixt me and Payne.
It's a definite though that I am getting rid of my housemates and their False Slack, i just have to find someone else to move in.. I've got until Tuesday to figure this shit out.
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 26, 2012, 09:28:15 PM
Quote from: Pixie on October 26, 2012, 09:27:25 PM
and a massive row betwixt me and Payne.
WAT
Yea, the stress of the situation isn't doing us as individuals any good. It's complicated and something I'd rather not go into on the public boards. I'll PM you my emo tales of woe.
Quote from: Pixie on October 26, 2012, 09:33:55 PM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 26, 2012, 09:28:15 PM
Quote from: Pixie on October 26, 2012, 09:27:25 PM
and a massive row betwixt me and Payne.
WAT
Yea, the stress of the situation isn't doing us as individuals any good. It's complicated and something I'd rather not go into on the public boards. I'll PM you my emo tales of woe.
Okay.
Sorry, Pix, that sucks.
Back home from Ye Olde England. It was grand. Scroobius Pip AND Richard O'Brien joined Palmer onstage.
I am in a horrible mood, however. Not sure if I want to kill a mother fucker or weep until I fall asleep.
Laem, Waffles.
Quote from: Luna on October 26, 2012, 11:07:58 AM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 26, 2012, 03:08:35 AM
Hope that works out for ya, Pixie.
Got a new keyboard for my kindle. The keys stick a lot, which is annoying as fuck. Anyone else dealt with this/have sugestions?
:? My keyboard is built in, "new keyboard" confuses me.
When I had hardware issues with my kindle (battery went *poof* and would hold a charge for about five minutes), I called Amazon customer service, they tried to fix it remotely, then sent me a new one. I didn't have to send 'em mine back until I received the new one, shipped it back in the same box, easypeasy.
I have the kindle fire HD, which is all touch screen, and my keyboard is connected to it by blue tooth. I asked the internet, and apparently is a common problem, which can be fixed with a software update. What.
Quote from: The Waffler on October 27, 2012, 12:17:06 AM
Back home from Ye Olde England. It was grand. Scroobius Pip AND Richard O'Brien joined Palmer onstage.
I am in a horrible mood, however. Not sure if I want to kill a mother fucker or weep until I fall asleep.
Why?
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 27, 2012, 12:40:19 AM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 27, 2012, 12:17:06 AM
Back home from Ye Olde England. It was grand. Scroobius Pip AND Richard O'Brien joined Palmer onstage.
I am in a horrible mood, however. Not sure if I want to kill a mother fucker or weep until I fall asleep.
Why?
Long story short: complicated love issues. I get handed the short end of the stick, it makes me horribly sad, and angry.
Quote from: The Waffler on October 27, 2012, 12:48:22 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 27, 2012, 12:40:19 AM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 27, 2012, 12:17:06 AM
Back home from Ye Olde England. It was grand. Scroobius Pip AND Richard O'Brien joined Palmer onstage.
I am in a horrible mood, however. Not sure if I want to kill a mother fucker or weep until I fall asleep.
Why?
Long story short: complicated love issues. I get handed the short end of the stick, it makes me horribly sad, and angry.
Get a different stick.
Seriously. If you're that wrapped around the axle, walk the fuck away and find someone new. Alternatively, look at what you're doing, or perhaps what you're looking for.
Half the time (or more) that people say they're getting the short end of the stick, they're not looking at the situation clearly. Just saying.
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 27, 2012, 12:51:22 AM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 27, 2012, 12:48:22 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 27, 2012, 12:40:19 AM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 27, 2012, 12:17:06 AM
Back home from Ye Olde England. It was grand. Scroobius Pip AND Richard O'Brien joined Palmer onstage.
I am in a horrible mood, however. Not sure if I want to kill a mother fucker or weep until I fall asleep.
Why?
Long story short: complicated love issues. I get handed the short end of the stick, it makes me horribly sad, and angry.
Get a different stick.
Seriously. If you're that wrapped around the axle, walk the fuck away and find someone new. Alternatively, look at what you're doing, or perhaps what you're looking for.
Half the time (or more) that people say they're getting the short end of the stick, they're not looking at the situation clearly. Just saying.
Thanks, Rog. You're right. This will pass, I'm sure, but shit happened yesterday that is nobody's fault, but fate still decided to let me bear the most of it, so I'm probably seeing things through crap tinted glasses.
Quote from: The Waffler on October 27, 2012, 12:58:47 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 27, 2012, 12:51:22 AM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 27, 2012, 12:48:22 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 27, 2012, 12:40:19 AM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 27, 2012, 12:17:06 AM
Back home from Ye Olde England. It was grand. Scroobius Pip AND Richard O'Brien joined Palmer onstage.
I am in a horrible mood, however. Not sure if I want to kill a mother fucker or weep until I fall asleep.
Why?
Long story short: complicated love issues. I get handed the short end of the stick, it makes me horribly sad, and angry.
Get a different stick.
Seriously. If you're that wrapped around the axle, walk the fuck away and find someone new. Alternatively, look at what you're doing, or perhaps what you're looking for.
Half the time (or more) that people say they're getting the short end of the stick, they're not looking at the situation clearly. Just saying.
Thanks, Rog. You're right. This will pass, I'm sure, but shit happened yesterday that is nobody's fault, but fate still decided to let me bear the most of it, so I'm probably seeing things through crap tinted glasses.
What, God ran off with your girl? Or was it that Zeus bastard again? He's a fucking Sancho, and no fucking doubt.
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 27, 2012, 01:02:41 AM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 27, 2012, 12:58:47 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 27, 2012, 12:51:22 AM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 27, 2012, 12:48:22 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 27, 2012, 12:40:19 AM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 27, 2012, 12:17:06 AM
Back home from Ye Olde England. It was grand. Scroobius Pip AND Richard O'Brien joined Palmer onstage.
I am in a horrible mood, however. Not sure if I want to kill a mother fucker or weep until I fall asleep.
Why?
Long story short: complicated love issues. I get handed the short end of the stick, it makes me horribly sad, and angry.
Get a different stick.
Seriously. If you're that wrapped around the axle, walk the fuck away and find someone new. Alternatively, look at what you're doing, or perhaps what you're looking for.
Half the time (or more) that people say they're getting the short end of the stick, they're not looking at the situation clearly. Just saying.
Thanks, Rog. You're right. This will pass, I'm sure, but shit happened yesterday that is nobody's fault, but fate still decided to let me bear the most of it, so I'm probably seeing things through crap tinted glasses.
What, God ran off with your girl? Or was it that Zeus bastard again? He's a fucking Sancho, and no fucking doubt.
:lulz:
We don't get those up here, if anyone were to try to run off with my girl, it'd be Heimdall, that goddamn PUA bastard.
Nobody ran off with anyone, actually, but my weekend plans were shot down by a very majeur force, so I'm stuck at home with only my thoughts for company, which is the very last thing I need nowadays.
Quote from: The Waffler on October 27, 2012, 01:12:11 AM
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Quote from: The Waffler on October 27, 2012, 12:17:06 AM
Back home from Ye Olde England. It was grand. Scroobius Pip AND Richard O'Brien joined Palmer onstage.
I am in a horrible mood, however. Not sure if I want to kill a mother fucker or weep until I fall asleep.
Why?
Long story short: complicated love issues. I get handed the short end of the stick, it makes me horribly sad, and angry.
Get a different stick.
Seriously. If you're that wrapped around the axle, walk the fuck away and find someone new. Alternatively, look at what you're doing, or perhaps what you're looking for.
Half the time (or more) that people say they're getting the short end of the stick, they're not looking at the situation clearly. Just saying.
Thanks, Rog. You're right. This will pass, I'm sure, but shit happened yesterday that is nobody's fault, but fate still decided to let me bear the most of it, so I'm probably seeing things through crap tinted glasses.
What, God ran off with your girl? Or was it that Zeus bastard again? He's a fucking Sancho, and no fucking doubt.
:lulz:
We don't get those up here, if anyone were to try to run off with my girl, it'd be Heimdall, that goddamn PUA bastard.
Nobody ran off with anyone, actually, but my weekend plans were shot down by a very majeur force, so I'm stuck at home with only my thoughts for company, which is the very last thing I need nowadays.
Take it out on the neighbors. That's always worked for me.
Yo yo, friends and Waffles. I'll be even more gone than I already am for an indefinite stretch. For those of you who are curious, I'll be answering PMs for a few hours yet, and Twid and Kai know what's up, and I'll grant them discretion to 'splain. Anyway, catch y'all later.
Quote from: Cain on October 26, 2012, 02:00:18 PM
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on October 26, 2012, 01:53:27 PM
Quote from: Cain on October 26, 2012, 12:22:54 PM
The musical apocalypse is upon us. Two of the most useless, talentless fucks in music have released a joint single (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ys7-6_t7OEQ). All this needs is a cameo by Pit Bull and Taylor Swift for all four horsemen to be present.
To be fair, it's a fairly simple formula:
Take any two people who've appeared in the top10 over the last decade into a studio
Record the resulting cacophony
Autotune the shit out of it
99.99% guaranteed horrormirth/chart success
True. It's just each individual here is so uniquely awful that putting them together makes me want to eat glass shards.
Now I HAVE to listen to it.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 26, 2012, 03:21:39 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UCVCQmxb7YQ
She kills it on this one. Sure YMMV, but it was an impressive debut.
I've enjoyed the shit out of some of her non-hits. I hope she'll get off the top 40 track and produce some more of that weird shit she's got in her.
Also, I hate to say it, but the Bieb is shaping up to be ridiculously hot. I can't tell you how uncomfortable that makes me.
Also, that JB/NM song was SHIT TAY.
Good luck, Phox, Pixie, Waffles!
I just returned from hours on top of a play structure with an 8-year-old who has... difficulties.
Things I have learned in the past week being the RESPONSIBLE adult:
1. I am more capable than I gave myself credit for. I'm not exactly good at this shit, but I haven't burned the house down. Yet.
2. If you agree to help clean up the finances of an addict, it helps to have deep pockets. Barring that, it helps to have an annual holiday of conspicuous consumerism that you can shrug off in favor of getting your finances in order.
3. My son is a lot more responsible and adult that either I or his mother gave him credit for. Certainly much more than I was at 14.
4. You almost have to be perfectly stoic when dealing with text messages from someone detoxing. Because anything you say can and will be misconstrued and used against you.
5. Somewhat related to all 4 points above, I think one of the few gifts I'm going to be able to give my boy this Christmas will be the most meaningful to me and the lamest gift he's ever gotten. A copy of The Meditations of Marcus Aurelius and a highlighter.
Good to hear it's okay going there, IJ.
I don't know if things are going full on O.K., Garbo. I've been re-reading the Meditations myself and trying to apply it to the now though, and it seems to help out. Not because I agree with the premises, but because I think the person I'm called to be right now is a bit more stoic than my normal self.
Good luck, IJ. I know it's rough going but from what I've seen of you so far, you're made out of stuff that can make it.
Quote from: Man Green on October 27, 2012, 05:17:45 AM
Good luck, IJ. I know it's rough going but from what I've seen of you so far, you're made out of stuff that can make it.
Why thank you, Miss Nigel. I hope you're right. I actually can't find my copy of the Meditations right now. Suspect the boy stole it before he went to his Dad's for the weekend. We had a rather far reaching discussion last night that started with Ender's Game went into the complicated relationship he has with his biological father and ended with me throwing passages from my heavily highlight copy and trying to get him to think about applying it to his relationship him. He took it to places I didn't think he would ever take it too. He may not grow into a GREAT man, but he will grow into a good man. And that's better than I am.
Waffles, you can bear this out.
IJ, so can you.
Feel better, Twid.
So, LPRGuy is now Hugs Kisses Cuddles Relationship Guy. He said his lady was getting very jealous, and he'd probably pushed too hard for what was maintained between us. This'll be just fine, since it's the things that are still okay which are the things I really need to function and keep on an even mental keel.
Dude gives the best hugs in the world. The. Best.
I think I might have come off as a little douchey, IJ. Nigel said what I meant.
I used to be able to sleep anywhere, anytime, in any condition. As long as there was a chair big enough to curl up in, I was good. I have slept in busy airports (the one in Las Vegas for example; take the constant noise of a regular, busy airport and add the perpetual jangle of slot machines to it), hotel lobbies, full school cafeterias, etc. And now, I cannot sleep through a bright moon shining through the sides of the blinds on my south facing window. :argh!: and haet.
Also, the problems with the keyboard for my kindle seem to have been resolved by the software update. Which is kind of peculiar, since the problem was isolated to my home wifi net work. But whatever. It is no long driving me up the wall, so I'm not going to complain.
No worries, Garbo. Even if you did come off as douchey (which I don't think you did) it was nowhere near as bad as some of the things she's texted me over the last few days while detoxing.
She got the wild hair yesterday that she was going to just stick around for detox, but not for the program afterwards. I think I put the kibosh on that last night by invoking the ultimate in manipulative emotional bombs ("Kyle deserves the best chance at getting his mother back healthy. Even if you don't "need" the program, staying the full term improves your chances of getting and staying healthy"), but time will tell. Thankfully I had a PhD program in emotional manipulation growing up, so at least my Mom gave me some life skills.
Thats not really emotional manipulation so much as pointing out that shes not just doing this for herself.
Also you seem to be beating yourself up a bit.
Sorry to hear youre bummd out waffles. Hope you feel better soon.
Still feel sick but i was able to pull off my end of the gig. I stayed for the whole night and was reminded what nice guys/friends lmno and his guitarist are.
I was dressed as a priest and daniel ouellettes husband had these two people convinced i actually was one. Might get a proper priest outfit and go to bars as a result. Also i flagellated myself on stage which lmno suggests i keep doing.
OF COURSE I am beating up on myself, Twid. Someone need their ass kicked, and I can't really take it out on anyone else right now. I like to think of it as sparing with myself, so that when she is better and not dealing with life on the emotional level of a spoilt child (again, I can't blame her, withdrawals from opiates kind of make you not yourself, and addiction does tend to make people into selfish brats in the first place), I will be able to simply, effectively and without anger point out how we're financially fucked for the foreseeable future because of this, and that change here consists of more than just quitting the Oxys, but also fundamentally transforming how she deals with her money.
I gave her entire paycheck to her dealer last night, I'm a little miffed about that. I'm a little miffed that she wanted me to pick her up an iTunes card last night, when were having my mother make up the shortfall in our mortgage this month. That's gotta go somewhere and I can't really direct it all at her (beyond the most bland and emotionless expressions) at the moment.
Quote from: Internet Jesus on October 27, 2012, 07:38:57 PM
OF COURSE I am beating up on myself, Twid. Someone need their ass kicked, and I can't really take it out on anyone else right now. I like to think of it as sparing with myself, so that when she is better and not dealing with life on the emotional level of a spoilt child (again, I can't blame her, withdrawals from opiates kind of make you not yourself, and addiction does tend to make people into selfish brats in the first place), I will be able to simply, effectively and without anger point out how we're financially fucked for the foreseeable future because of this, and that change here consists of more than just quitting the Oxys, but also fundamentally transforming how she deals with her money.
I gave her entire paycheck to her dealer last night, I'm a little miffed about that. I'm a little miffed that she wanted me to pick her up an iTunes card last night, when were having my mother make up the shortfall in our mortgage this month. That's gotta go somewhere and I can't really direct it all at her (beyond the most bland and emotionless expressions) at the moment.
If that's what you want/need to do, then have at it. Just thought you were being unfair to yourself.
Maybe you could find some hippies, Pagans, or atheists to take it out on? That's what I do.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 27, 2012, 07:54:10 PM
Quote from: Internet Jesus on October 27, 2012, 07:38:57 PM
OF COURSE I am beating up on myself, Twid. Someone need their ass kicked, and I can't really take it out on anyone else right now. I like to think of it as sparing with myself, so that when she is better and not dealing with life on the emotional level of a spoilt child (again, I can't blame her, withdrawals from opiates kind of make you not yourself, and addiction does tend to make people into selfish brats in the first place), I will be able to simply, effectively and without anger point out how we're financially fucked for the foreseeable future because of this, and that change here consists of more than just quitting the Oxys, but also fundamentally transforming how she deals with her money.
I gave her entire paycheck to her dealer last night, I'm a little miffed about that. I'm a little miffed that she wanted me to pick her up an iTunes card last night, when were having my mother make up the shortfall in our mortgage this month. That's gotta go somewhere and I can't really direct it all at her (beyond the most bland and emotionless expressions) at the moment.
If that's what you want/need to do, then have at it. Just thought you were being unfair to yourself.
I appreciate it being pointed out, Twid. Even if I ultimately don't take the advice, it sometimes helps to here that you're being to hard on yourself and might benefit from lightening the fuck up.
Quote from: Nigel The Rock-Throwing Goth on October 27, 2012, 08:20:36 PM
Maybe you could find some hippies, Pagans, or atheists to take it out on? That's what I do.
I would but something about that doesn't feel quite right. Fucks like that deserved to be fucked with because of who they are, not because I married a woman with an OxyContin addiction.
It's like with CG and Frank. I shit on him because he deserves to be shit on, not because I disagree with his politics.
Quote from: Internet Jesus on October 27, 2012, 08:40:57 PM
Quote from: Nigel The Rock-Throwing Goth on October 27, 2012, 08:20:36 PM
Maybe you could find some hippies, Pagans, or atheists to take it out on? That's what I do.
I would but something about that doesn't feel quite right. Fucks like that deserved to be fucked with because of who they are, not because I married a woman with an OxyContin addiction.
It's like with CG and Frank. I shit on him because he deserves to be shit on, not because I disagree with his politics.
I fuck with people who deserve it, but I freely encourage my internal frustrations to inform and motivate the shape of my hate-shitting. It's like therapy.
I like to find people who are embodiments of everything that's wrong with the world and explain to them why they're making fools of themselves until they pop.
Nigel's new avatar is creeping me the fuck out. 20 mittens.
IJ, my young and inexperienced take on this, fwiw, is that you should be taking good care of yourself, not shitting on yourself, because you are needed and will be needed, and ripping yourself up over stuff is not going to make you any better-prepared for being who and what you have to be to people right now. But also that it's understandable that you're feeling like you are in that situation. Hang on in there.
:thanks:
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on October 27, 2012, 09:07:30 PM
Nigel's new avatar is creeping me the fuck out. 20 mittens.
It's kind of Kali-like. :D
I've just enrolled to study law.
Where is the *shitting myself* emoticon?
Quote from: Signora Paesior on October 27, 2012, 10:27:45 PM
I've just enrolled to study law.
Where is the *shitting myself* emoticon?
WHOOOOOOOO!!! Good for you!
Quote from: Signora Paesior on October 27, 2012, 10:27:45 PM
I've just enrolled to study law.
Where is the *shitting myself* emoticon?
Holy shit, you'll be rich beyond my wildest dreams :aww:
Quote from: Signora Paesior on October 27, 2012, 10:27:45 PM
I've just enrolled to study law.
Where is the *shitting myself* emoticon?
Good luck!
Quote from: Nigel The Rock-Throwing Goth on October 27, 2012, 10:49:24 PM
WHOOOOOOOO!!! Good for you!
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 27, 2012, 10:54:12 PM
Good luck!
Thanks, Nigel and Garbo!! 8)
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on October 27, 2012, 10:50:34 PM
Holy shit, you'll be rich beyond my wildest dreams :aww:
When I told my mum I was enrolling she was all "How could you possibly make more money than you do now?!" By having no morals, mum, obviously. :lulz:
Quote from: Signora Paesior on October 27, 2012, 10:27:45 PM
I've just enrolled to study law.
Where is the *shitting myself* emoticon?
Law school or something else?
Quote from: Internet Jesus on October 27, 2012, 11:34:07 PM
Quote from: Signora Paesior on October 27, 2012, 10:27:45 PM
I've just enrolled to study law.
Where is the *shitting myself* emoticon?
Law school or something else?
A Bachelor of Laws, yep. I think it works a little different in the US but here it's a 4-year undergrad course and then the bar exam to qualify to practice.
Yeah, here law school comes after you get a BA.
Whelp, since I got a job at a gym here doing massage, and have been able to work on over 15-30 people a week, I have of course taken things TO THE WALL...
...and bounced right off it. HA! HA HA HA! ahahaha....ahhh. My back hurts.
Also, you can take the asshole out of a business executive lifestyle, but...
Still, it's good to be doing the thing I actually want to do. I feel...weird. Like the struggle is gone and my brain is still in DANGER MODE.
BRABLE AKRRRRATCHA! BRAINZZZZZZZ.
Quote from: Signora Paesior on October 27, 2012, 11:38:26 PM
Quote from: Internet Jesus on October 27, 2012, 11:34:07 PM
Quote from: Signora Paesior on October 27, 2012, 10:27:45 PM
I've just enrolled to study law.
Where is the *shitting myself* emoticon?
Law school or something else?
A Bachelor of Laws, yep. I think it works a little different in the US but here it's a 4-year undergrad course and then the bar exam to qualify to practice.
Oh ok, I didn't realize you we're out of the country (pardon my Amero-centric view of things, it's completely unconscious and mostly harmless).
When I lost my job at HugeMegaBank, I looked into either going to law school or settling for a paralegal certification instead. Ultimately I decided that settling was a better option because I thought that the chances for an upside result was better getting my cert than the chances for an upside from Law School. In the states there's a larger demand for skilled paralegals than there are for first year Attorneys.
Which isn't to say that there's a lot either can do, unemployment does still suck.
But good on you anyway. The law can be a fascinating topic that you can lose yourself in. Just try not to bore folks at parties when talking about your work. (I learned that lesson the hard way)
Quote from: Alty on October 28, 2012, 12:25:13 AM
Whelp, since I got a job at a gym here doing massage, and have been able to work on over 15-30 people a week, I have of course taken things TO THE WALL...
...and bounced right off it. HA! HA HA HA! ahahaha....ahhh. My back hurts.
Also, you can take the asshole out of a business executive lifestyle, but...
Still, it's good to be doing the thing I actually want to do. I feel...weird. Like the struggle is gone and my brain is still in DANGER MODE.
BRABLE AKRRRRATCHA! BRAINZZZZZZZ.
Good to hear you're doing well, Alty. :)
It took me a while, but I think I figured out what Fresno's problem is. Everything is second hand or second rate. It's the shitty thrift store of cities. Sometimes you'll find something kind of neat (a 3-D picture of the last supper or the tunnels under Chinatown), but mostly it's stuff that still smells like the previous owner.
Quote from: Alty on October 28, 2012, 12:25:13 AM
Whelp, since I got a job at a gym here doing massage, and have been able to work on over 15-30 people a week, I have of course taken things TO THE WALL...
...and bounced right off it. HA! HA HA HA! ahahaha....ahhh. My back hurts.
Also, you can take the asshole out of a business executive lifestyle, but...
Still, it's good to be doing the thing I actually want to do. I feel...weird. Like the struggle is gone and my brain is still in DANGER MODE.
BRABLE AKRRRRATCHA! BRAINZZZZZZZ.
I found that DANGER MODE thing lasted a while for me, but it did eventually fade.
I just cleaned half my room and made myself the KY00000TEST little study corner.
Eventually, I will also clean the other half of my room, but part of that endeavor requires me to get rid of a large portion of the clothes-mountain I've been accumulating there.
Also I just now realized what I should be for Halloween. :lulz:
So I got raging drunk last night after a month of extreme stress, very little food, way too many hours worked, etc. etc. etc.
I ended up blacking out most of the night. I remember leaving work (already quite drunk) with 3 girls to go to the bar next door and do some shots.
I vaguely remember vomiting, only because it was an awful enough experience to stick in my mind in spite of being blacked out. For those of you who aren't aware of it, accepting bets involving the eating of crushed red pepper flakes is probably not a good idea during a night of binge drinking.
I woke up smooshed into a tiny loveseat in my friend's living room. A friend that (to my knowledge), I was not hanging out with last night. Once I figured out where I was, my next move was to check my pockets to make sure all of my tip money from last night was still there. I had left work with about $250 in cash in my pocket. It was a good few hours behind the bar.
I still had money, and enough of it was gone that I didn't bother worrying that I had walked out on my bar tab. So far,so good.
Then I found a piece of folded paper in my pocket, with a note on it that (though I don't remember hanging out with him last night) could only have come from a local guy who's been an occasional drinking and/or poker buddy since he "retired" from "The Company" and moved up here a little over a decade ago. It just said "(name of charitable organization redacted)", "Haiti", and "patois bonus" on it.
So I'm buying a ticket out of here tomorrow. Fuck that shit.
Quote from: East Coast Hustle on October 28, 2012, 01:12:19 AM
So I got raging drunk last night after a month of extreme stress, very little food, way too many hours worked, etc. etc. etc.
I ended up blacking out most of the night. I remember leaving work (already quite drunk) with 3 girls to go to the bar next door and do some shots.
I vaguely remember vomiting, only because it was an awful enough experience to stick in my mind in spite of being blacked out. For those of you who aren't aware of it, accepting bets involving the eating of crushed red pepper flakes is probably not a good idea during a night of binge drinking.
I woke up smooshed into a tiny loveseat in my friend's living room. A friend that (to my knowledge), I was not hanging out with last night. Once I figured out where I was, my next move was to check my pockets to make sure all of my tip money from last night was still there. I had left work with about $250 in cash in my pocket. It was a good few hours behind the bar.
I still had money, and enough of it was gone that I didn't bother worrying that I had walked out on my bar tab. So far,so good.
Then I found a piece of folded paper in my pocket, with a not on it that (though I don't remember hanging out with him last night) could only have come from a local guy who's been an occasional drinking and/or poker buddy since he "retired" from "The Company" and moved up here a little over a decade ago. It just said "(name of charitable organization redacted)", "Haiti", and "patois bonus" on it.
So I'm buying a ticket out of here tomorrow. Fuck that shit.
WOW.
Oh jesus fuck, ECH. You don't halfway it, do you? :horrormirth:
Here's my study corner:
(http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8187/8129597979_d7d2f65ece_z.jpg)
With the visage of Richard Nixon smiling down on your efforts.
I love it - it's cozy, cheerful, and twisted. :lol:
Quote from: Nigel The Rock-Throwing Goth on October 28, 2012, 02:45:31 AM
Here's my study corner:
(http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8187/8129597979_d7d2f65ece_z.jpg)
That is rockin'!
Thanks! I think it will really help me stay on track.
Nixon staring down at you would help anyone stay on track!
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 28, 2012, 03:29:29 AM
Nixon staring down at you would help anyone stay on track!
Now add a picture of J Edgar Hoover to keep
Nixon on track. Then add a picture of Mrs Hoover to keep J E on track....
(it's a bit like pointing two mirrors at each other)
Quote from: Nigel The Rock-Throwing Goth on October 28, 2012, 02:27:42 AM
Oh jesus fuck, ECH. You don't halfway it, do you? :horrormirth:
I never learned that particular life skill. :sadbanana:
Just got back from the ER because LO cut about 3mm off the tip of her ring finger with scissors.
I couldn't find it before we left, but there it was sitting on her bed when we got back. Like a dessicated jellybean.
I really really hope she inherited my healing ability, because I feel really guilty about not looking harder and sticking it back on before we left. With any luck she'll take after my side and just regrow it.
Quote from: Nigel The Rock-Throwing Goth on October 28, 2012, 05:38:18 AM
I really really hope she inherited my healing ability, because I feel really guilty about not looking harder and sticking it back on before we left. With any luck she'll take after my side and just regrow it.
With any luck, really, she'd just grow two to replace the one the lost.
Won first prize for costume at villgers annual halloween party. I was the grim reaper. Won due to staying in character. Prize beer was a thing of la fin du monde.
Twid
drunk.
I won last year too. I was lucifer. Gotta top it next year again.
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on October 28, 2012, 05:46:25 AM
Quote from: Nigel The Rock-Throwing Goth on October 28, 2012, 05:38:18 AM
I really really hope she inherited my healing ability, because I feel really guilty about not looking harder and sticking it back on before we left. With any luck she'll take after my side and just regrow it.
With any luck, really, she'd just grow two to replace the one the lost.
:lol:
Why am I awake again? This is BULLSHIT.
Clocks went back an hour last night, I'm still on holiday and its Sunday, yet I woke up at 7am.
I have gone from weepy anger to meh whatever.
I am, however very tightly wound at the moment, and I would take it out on the neighbours, but I kind of like them. Going to take it out on rude people during rush hour public transport. My elbows will be sore. Oh yes.
Also, Pixie, I'm going to England in March. Birmingham, Brighton, Bristol and London, in case you and payne are able to come and have a beer.
Quote from: Pixie on October 26, 2012, 09:27:25 PM
Quote from: Pixie on October 26, 2012, 05:07:09 PM
So I'm thinking, what with the housemates being very laissez-faire about the cleaning whether I should spend my Friday night Occupying the Bathroom? Like a mini protest. I don't care if it works, but it would be funny, for me at least. If I can get Payne in on it for the lulz, we could even have a General Assembly and a Human Microphone. Ideas? Saturday before my femininjas come over I may do the same for the kitchen...
Occupy The Bathroom lasted all of 30 minutes... End result, clean bathroom and kitchen, but a dose of ill feeling housemate wise and a massive row betwixt me and Payne.
It's a definite though that I am getting rid of my housemates and their False Slack, i just have to find someone else to move in.. I've got until Tuesday to figure this shit out.
UPDATE! Can't get folks round to view the place this weekend, so I'm pushing the move date back to the 1st February. Also because the place they are moving to would be the Ginger One's GF's place, which is currently inhabited by her ex, and she never goes home. Funny that she is the only one to actually have a respectful conversation with me about the situation. There seems to be a somewhat abusive dynamic between her and her ex, and she also has anxiety issues. I need to speak to her today to get her on board in organising this, as the other 2 couldn't organise a piss-up in a brewery, her ex needs to move out so that the other 2 can move in, and my 2 favoured potential housemates have issues on their end that would make December 1st a pretty tall order to fill.
I've had 5 anxiety episodes of variable intensity since Thursday, and I seriously can't cope with a December deadline. This is pretty much my bottom line as to why I'm extending the deadline, as well as to not land the Ginger One's gf in a big pile of shite on her end..
i wonder if I should make my own thread for this saga....
Quote from: The Waffler on October 28, 2012, 12:01:58 PM
Also, Pixie, I'm going to England in March. Birmingham, Brighton, Bristol and London, in case you and payne are able to come and have a beer.
Brighton seems possible, or Bristol. I quite like both cities.
Quote from: The Waffler on October 28, 2012, 11:59:55 AM
I have gone from weepy anger to meh whatever.
I am, however very tightly wound at the moment, and I would take it out on the neighbours, but I kind of like them. Going to take it out on rude people during rush hour public transport. My elbows will be sore. Oh yes.
That usually helps.
And if it makes you feel any better, apparently people will pay good money to look kinda/sorta like you: http://www.snorgtees.com/t-shirts/beardheads-by-beardhead
Man, good luck with all this, Pixie! Housemates are HARD.
After waking up at some completely insane ridiculous hour for no reason I had to take a pill to go back to sleep because I couldn't stop fretting about that poor little finger. Now I'm groggy and feel ill and have realized that probably part of the reason I couldn't sleep was because I didn't eat anything. I have midterms due and need to study, hence the making of the study corner.
Gah.
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 28, 2012, 04:43:38 PM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 28, 2012, 11:59:55 AM
I have gone from weepy anger to meh whatever.
I am, however very tightly wound at the moment, and I would take it out on the neighbours, but I kind of like them. Going to take it out on rude people during rush hour public transport. My elbows will be sore. Oh yes.
That usually helps.
And if it makes you feel any better, apparently people will pay good money to look kinda/sorta like you: http://www.snorgtees.com/t-shirts/beardheads-by-beardhead
I love those. I wanted to buy one last winter but then I was broke and then I forgot.
I wish they made one in dark brown.
Quote from: Cain on October 28, 2012, 09:52:35 AM
Clocks went back an hour last night, I'm still on holiday and its Sunday, yet I woke up at 7am.
I had the opposite problem. I meant to get up around seven thirty this morning, but I ended up waking up about twenty minutes ago. d: My goddamn neighbors across the street had an enormously loud party last night, complete with firing guns. I gave up around midnight and took half a sleeping pill. That shit knocks me out for a good nine hours.
I've spent this entire weekend discussing politics (Ban male circumcision? use the heat from crematoria for district heating? legalize and regulate all drugs? abolish the monarchy? and much much more), drinking beer and sleeping on a very uncomfortable school floor (my air mattress was broken and on the first night I forgot I had a sleeping bag).
Quote from: Nigel The Rock-Throwing Goth on October 28, 2012, 04:48:06 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 28, 2012, 04:43:38 PM
Quote from: The Waffler on October 28, 2012, 11:59:55 AM
I have gone from weepy anger to meh whatever.
I am, however very tightly wound at the moment, and I would take it out on the neighbours, but I kind of like them. Going to take it out on rude people during rush hour public transport. My elbows will be sore. Oh yes.
That usually helps.
And if it makes you feel any better, apparently people will pay good money to look kinda/sorta like you: http://www.snorgtees.com/t-shirts/beardheads-by-beardhead
I love those. I wanted to buy one last winter but then I was broke and then I forgot.
I wish they made one in dark brown.
Glaring omission, isn't it?
I'd be leery of one to the bank, though. :horrormirth:
Quote from: Lenin/McCarthy on October 28, 2012, 04:54:51 PM
I've spent this entire weekend discussing politics (Ban male circumcision? use the heat from crematoria for district heating? legalize and regulate all drugs? abolish the monarchy? and much much more), drinking beer and sleeping on a very uncomfortable school floor (my air mattress was broken and on the first night I forgot I had a sleeping bag).
Abolish crematoria and burn your monarchy (plus foreskins) for heating.
Quote from: Cain on October 28, 2012, 05:13:00 PM
Quote from: Lenin/McCarthy on October 28, 2012, 04:54:51 PM
I've spent this entire weekend discussing politics (Ban male circumcision? use the heat from crematoria for district heating? legalize and regulate all drugs? abolish the monarchy? and much much more), drinking beer and sleeping on a very uncomfortable school floor (my air mattress was broken and on the first night I forgot I had a sleeping bag).
Abolish crematoria and burn your monarchy (plus foreskins) for heating.
:lulz:
But.. but.. but.. THE KING IS A NICE GUY! Therefore he deserves to have no religious freedom (he's constitutionally obliged to be a Lutheran Christian), live in huge houses and have the right to wave and smile at people on May 17th each year.
Bob Hope Mind Laz0rz! http://abbottgran.wordpress.com/2011/01/20/yes-bob-hope-is-violently-insane/
The speech recognition function on my laptop could use some work. It's almost there, but has a lot of trouble with certain words, 'the' and 'though'.
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 28, 2012, 07:24:06 PM
Bob Hope Mind Laz0rz! http://abbottgran.wordpress.com/2011/01/20/yes-bob-hope-is-violently-insane/
What is UP with the Bob Hope thing?? In the early 90's I worked downtown at an espresso bar and we had a crazy homeless guy regular who was convinced that Bob Hope was controlling his mind.
Quote from: Nigel The Rock-Throwing Goth on October 28, 2012, 08:09:21 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 28, 2012, 07:24:06 PM
Bob Hope Mind Laz0rz! http://abbottgran.wordpress.com/2011/01/20/yes-bob-hope-is-violently-insane/
What is UP with the Bob Hope thing?? In the early 90's I worked downtown at an espresso bar and we had a crazy homeless guy regular who was convinced that Bob Hope was controlling his mind.
Maybe he WAS.
Jesus is our hope.
"Bob" is our hope.
Jesus is our "Bob"
Jesus is "Bob" hope.
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 28, 2012, 09:12:15 PM
Quote from: Nigel The Rock-Throwing Goth on October 28, 2012, 08:09:21 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 28, 2012, 07:24:06 PM
Bob Hope Mind Laz0rz! http://abbottgran.wordpress.com/2011/01/20/yes-bob-hope-is-violently-insane/
What is UP with the Bob Hope thing?? In the early 90's I worked downtown at an espresso bar and we had a crazy homeless guy regular who was convinced that Bob Hope was controlling his mind.
Maybe he WAS.
Jesus is our hope.
"Bob" is our hope.
Jesus is our "Bob"
Jesus is "Bob" hope.
Flawless deduction, ITT. :lulz:
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 28, 2012, 09:12:15 PM
Quote from: Nigel The Rock-Throwing Goth on October 28, 2012, 08:09:21 PM
Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 28, 2012, 07:24:06 PM
Bob Hope Mind Laz0rz! http://abbottgran.wordpress.com/2011/01/20/yes-bob-hope-is-violently-insane/
What is UP with the Bob Hope thing?? In the early 90's I worked downtown at an espresso bar and we had a crazy homeless guy regular who was convinced that Bob Hope was controlling his mind.
Maybe he WAS.
Jesus is our hope.
"Bob" is our hope.
Jesus is our "Bob"
Jesus is "Bob" hope.
Dude. :tinfoilhat:
I misread your name today:
Nigel: The Goth-Throwing Rock Opera.
:eek:
That would make one hell of a musical.
I'd watch it.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 28, 2012, 10:23:30 PM
That would make one hell of a musical.
I'd watch it.
I'd watch it.
But not without a plastic drape, like at a Gallagher show.
LMNO should write the music, roger should write the lyrics, Luna should do the choreography.
Quote from: The Waffler on October 28, 2012, 10:37:10 PM
LMNO should write the music, roger should write the lyrics, Luna should do the choreography.
LOL... Given that I can't even dance, that should be... something...
Quote from: Net on October 28, 2012, 10:17:50 PM
I misread your name today:
Nigel: The Goth-Throwing Rock Opera.
:eek:
:lulz: I like that!
Weird day. My birthday, and also the day we sat down our kids and told them that mommy and daddy are separating. My little boy, of course, has no clue at least in a direct way. It was a rough morning, Little WHN was very upset, and there have been happy and sad bouts throughout the day. I still think it's shitty that (legally) Mrs. WHN has thrown up the white flag, but we're going to at least do our darndest to keep this from damaging the kids. They're with me the next couple of nights, it will be weird the first night the house is completely empty save for the cats.
I think I might go pretend to be a hipster and drown my sorrow in some Starbucks.
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on October 28, 2012, 11:31:33 PM
Weird day. My birthday, and also the day we sat down our kids and told them that mommy and daddy are separating. My little boy, of course, has no clue at least in a direct way. It was a rough morning, Little WHN was very upset, and there have been happy and sad bouts throughout the day. I still think it's shitty that (legally) Mrs. WHN has thrown up the white flag, but we're going to at least do our darndest to keep this from damaging the kids. They're with me the next couple of nights, it will be weird the first night the house is completely empty save for the cats.
I think I might go pretend to be a hipster and drown my sorrow in some Starbucks.
:(
Happy birthday, hipster.
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on October 28, 2012, 11:31:33 PM
Weird day. My birthday, and also the day we sat down our kids and told them that mommy and daddy are separating. My little boy, of course, has no clue at least in a direct way. It was a rough morning, Little WHN was very upset, and there have been happy and sad bouts throughout the day. I still think it's shitty that (legally) Mrs. WHN has thrown up the white flag, but we're going to at least do our darndest to keep this from damaging the kids. They're with me the next couple of nights, it will be weird the first night the house is completely empty save for the cats.
I think I might go pretend to be a hipster and drown my sorrow in some Starbucks.
I hear ya, man, I really do. At least we didn't have kids to deal with. Hang in there.
good luck RWHN!
My head space got kind of dark today. Payne had to stop me from banging my head against a wall and i've been having all kind of crazy potentially danger to myself thoughts.
and 3 more anxiety attacks.
Best birthday wishes for this new year of yours rwhn.
Pix sorry to hear it as well. Hope you both feel better.
Quote from: Rev. What's-His-Name? on October 28, 2012, 11:31:33 PM
Weird day. My birthday, and also the day we sat down our kids and told them that mommy and daddy are separating. My little boy, of course, has no clue at least in a direct way. It was a rough morning, Little WHN was very upset, and there have been happy and sad bouts throughout the day. I still think it's shitty that (legally) Mrs. WHN has thrown up the white flag, but we're going to at least do our darndest to keep this from damaging the kids. They're with me the next couple of nights, it will be weird the first night the house is completely empty save for the cats.
I think I might go pretend to be a hipster and drown my sorrow in some Starbucks.
I'm sorry to hear that your birthday involved such suck. Hope it gets better from here.
Sorry, Pixie. Wish I had something better to say, but, for what it's worth, I hope stuff gets better for ya.
I'm oddly looking forward to the end of the weekend. Midterms and everything. And I'm listening to the sweet croonings of a random musician who has decided to woo me.
He's actually really good. Too bad he's a friend of HC, because that's just too potentially messy for my tastes.
Quote from: Pixie on October 29, 2012, 12:24:21 AM
good luck RWHN!
My head space got kind of dark today. Payne had to stop me from banging my head against a wall and i've been having all kind of crazy potentially danger to myself thoughts.
and 3 more anxiety attacks.
Shit, hang in there Pixie. :(
Quote from: Nigel The Rock-Throwing Goth on October 29, 2012, 12:35:27 AM
I'm oddly looking forward to the end of the weekend. Midterms and everything. And I'm listening to the sweet croonings of a random musician who has decided to woo me.
He's actually really good. Too bad he's a friend of HC, because that's just too potentially messy for my tastes.
:sad:
Quote from: Luna on October 29, 2012, 12:33:07 AM
Sorry, Pixie. Wish I had something better to say, but, for what it's worth, I hope stuff gets better for ya.
I should probably call my doc Tuesday. trying to figure out how I can break my leg or something so I don't have to stay here for a wee while is not a good thing.
Luckily I can see that this is a massive red flag and that I need more help than I'm getting.
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Quote from: Nigel The Rock-Throwing Goth on October 29, 2012, 12:35:27 AM
I'm oddly looking forward to the end of the weekend. Midterms and everything. And I'm listening to the sweet croonings of a random musician who has decided to woo me.
He's actually really good. Too bad he's a friend of HC, because that's just too potentially messy for my tastes.
:sad:
I don't have time for messy anymore.
Might go see his band, though: https://www.facebook.com/WilkinsonBlades/app_2405167945
Quote from: Nigel The Rock-Throwing Goth on October 28, 2012, 10:46:46 PM
Quote from: Net on October 28, 2012, 10:17:50 PM
I misread your name today:
Nigel: The Goth-Throwing Rock Opera.
:eek:
:lulz: I like that!
DOING THIS.
BAD POETRY HOSRIE, AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! :hosrie:
Here's HC's band, if anyone cares: http://www.facebook.com/jawboneflats/app_2405167945
They are very cute.
Quote from: Nigel The Rock-Throwing Goth on October 29, 2012, 12:48:37 AM
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Quote from: Net on October 28, 2012, 10:17:50 PM
I misread your name today:
Nigel: The Goth-Throwing Rock Opera.
:eek:
:lulz: I like that!
DOING THIS.
BAD POETRY HOSRIE, AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! :hosrie:
OMG! :lol: This is scary, but YAY!
Off to watch Bat Out of Hell for inspiration.
Also, to have a giggle at Meatloaf, who is probably going to federal prison.
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Quote from: Net on October 28, 2012, 10:17:50 PM
I misread your name today:
Nigel: The Goth-Throwing Rock Opera.
:eek:
:lulz: I like that!
DOING THIS.
BAD POETRY HOSRIE, AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! :hosrie:
OMG! :lol: This is scary, but YAY!
Off to watch Bat Out of Hell for inspiration.
Also, to have a giggle at Meatloaf, who is probably going to federal prison.
:lulz:
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Quote from: Net on October 28, 2012, 10:17:50 PM
I misread your name today:
Nigel: The Goth-Throwing Rock Opera.
:eek:
:lulz: I like that!
DOING THIS.
BAD POETRY HOSRIE, AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! :hosrie:
OMG! :lol: This is scary, but YAY!
Off to watch Bat Out of Hell for inspiration.
Also, to have a giggle at Meatloaf, who is probably going to federal prison.
:lol: Wait, what? Why?
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Quote from: Net on October 28, 2012, 10:17:50 PM
I misread your name today:
Nigel: The Goth-Throwing Rock Opera.
:eek:
:lulz: I like that!
DOING THIS.
BAD POETRY HOSRIE, AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! :hosrie:
OMG! :lol: This is scary, but YAY!
Off to watch Bat Out of Hell for inspiration.
Also, to have a giggle at Meatloaf, who is probably going to federal prison.
:lol: Wait, what? Why?
Vote fraud:
http://www.fark.com/comments/7403753/Meat-Loaf-gets-pinched-in-voter-fraud-accusation
Apparently, there is something that happens to people when they go ultra-right wing. First, they start accusing democrats of fraudulent voting. Then they go do it themselves.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz: OH, THE IRONY!
My head is full of Richter tonight.
I need to sharpen someone.
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 29, 2012, 01:25:12 AM
My head is full of Richter tonight.
I need to sharpen someone.
Look out, Tucson. :lol:
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My head is full of Richter tonight.
I need to sharpen someone.
Look out, Tucson. :lol:
This has gone beyond my contingencies. If I'm lucky the East Coast will be lacerated free and surf the hurricane out of the way.
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My head is full of Richter tonight.
I need to sharpen someone.
Look out, Tucson. :lol:
This has gone beyond my contingencies. If I'm lucky the East Coast will be lacerated free and surf the hurricane out of the way.
Thank you, Richter, for showing me that "putting your nose to the grindstone" can be literally interpreted.
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Quote from: TEXAS FAIRIES FOR ALL YOU SPAGS on October 28, 2012, 07:24:06 PM
Bob Hope Mind Laz0rz! http://abbottgran.wordpress.com/2011/01/20/yes-bob-hope-is-violently-insane/
What is UP with the Bob Hope thing?? In the early 90's I worked downtown at an espresso bar and we had a crazy homeless guy regular who was convinced that Bob Hope was controlling his mind.
Maybe he WAS.
Jesus is our hope.
"Bob" is our hope.
Jesus is our "Bob"
Jesus is "Bob" hope.
Quoted for
:horror:
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Quote from: Net on October 28, 2012, 10:17:50 PM
I misread your name today:
Nigel: The Goth-Throwing Rock Opera.
:eek:
:lulz: I like that!
DOING THIS.
BAD POETRY HOSRIE, AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! :hosrie:
OMG! :lol: This is scary, but YAY!
Off to watch Bat Out of Hell for inspiration.
Also, to have a giggle at Meatloaf, who is probably going to federal prison.
:lol: Wait, what? Why?
Vote fraud:
http://www.fark.com/comments/7403753/Meat-Loaf-gets-pinched-in-voter-fraud-accusation
Apparently, there is something that happens to people when they go ultra-right wing. First, they start accusing democrats of fraudulent voting. Then they go do it themselves.
OOOOOH, that goes on FACEBOOK :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
I like the idea of meatloaf going to federal prison. Does this make me a bad person?
Meat Loaf gets "pinched."
I love newspaper puns.
I think im missing the pun.
My stepfather uses the word pinched instead of arrested.
Pinching a loaf. :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
Im unfamiliar with this phrase.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 29, 2012, 03:26:35 AM
Im unfamiliar with this phrase.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=pinch%20a%20loaf
Well i guess i wont be eating bread anytime soon...
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 29, 2012, 03:26:35 AM
Im unfamiliar with this phrase.
WHAT????? This CANNOT BE. LEARN THE CLASSICS (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVsUjbEPYTA)
About 2:30 or so.
Believe it or not stelz i dont understand quite a few turns of phrase or cultural references. Not sure how it worked out that way but there it is.
I also
-probably have not seen the movie your talking about
-dont know what song/artist your talking about
-am unaware of the meme just used unless it involves nigel and tomahawks (on the grounds that im not a bitch of course)
-do not understand what that acronym means.
I will not admit these things if i dont have too and can figure them out in context. This also applies in real life.
HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON.
In pursuit of procrastinating my homework (unsuccessfully) I discovered that the Winter term class schedule is up, so I picked out my classes. Statistics, chemistry, and more psychology. Yay! I wanted to take trig, but the teacher had shitty ratings and the stats teacher had good ratings. I'll hang onto the trig book for maybe Summer term or something.
Please note the icon at the top left and the fact that i am not using capitalization.
(in other words i cant see that text functioning as a link or browse youtube with my posting device)
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 29, 2012, 04:15:21 AM
Believe it or not stelz i dont understand quite a few turns of phrase or cultural references. Not sure how it worked out that way but there it is.
I also
-probably have not seen the movie your talking about
-dont know what song/artist your talking about
-am unaware of the meme just used unless it involves nigel and tomahawks (on the grounds that im not a bitch of course)
-do not understand what that acronym means.
I will not admit these things if i dont have too and can figure them out in context. This also applies in real life.
It's a Cheech & Chong bit from a record...ancient, but they never really went away.
Cheech and chong i am aware of. However i dont belief that ive ever seen anything of theirs all the way though.
Quote from: East Coast Hustle on October 29, 2012, 04:19:17 AM
HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON.
HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON. HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON. HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON. HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON. HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON. HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON. HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON. HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON. HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON. HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON. HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON. HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON. HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON. HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON. HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON. HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON. HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON. HIS NAME IS ROBERT PAULSON.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 29, 2012, 05:04:23 AM
Cheech and chong i am aware of. However i dont belief that ive ever seen anything of theirs all the way though.
It's the Ralph and Herbie bit about the dogs:
"Just a minute. I gotta drop a stool."
"Drop a what?"
"I gotta go pinch a loaf."
"Pinch a loaf?"
"I GOTTA GO MAKE A DOODOO, ALRIGHT?"
Missed that scene.
Who the fuck is robert paulson?
So it's official. I'm headed to Virginia Beach on saturday. I'm hoping to get back to PDX sometime around christmas to get my truck and the rest of my stuff. I'm also looking forward to spending the weekend with sand between my toes.
I hate petnames. Hate hate hate them. From everyone, but especially from strangers. They are condescending and full of false intimacy. People who know me know better than to use them with me.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 29, 2012, 05:15:56 AM
Missed that scene.
Who the fuck is robert paulson?
:cramstipated:
An evil sickness has descended upon the house. I am currently all stuffed up and tired as hell because of it. It sucks when you can't lay down because you'll choke to death.
Plus the boy had a bit of a fever (100*) when he went to bed. So there is possibility of him staying home today, depending on how he is when he gets up.
Thankfully it doesn't seem to have reached my husband.
Now I think I'll go and sit on the sofa and try and get another half hour of sleep before I have to wake the boy.
Quote from: East Coast Hustle on October 29, 2012, 05:30:44 AM
So it's official. I'm headed to Virginia Beach on saturday. I'm hoping to get back to PDX sometime around christmas to get my truck and the rest of my stuff. I'm also looking forward to spending the weekend with sand between my toes.
Lucky dog! Have fun, call me when you're in PDX!
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 29, 2012, 06:24:58 AM
I hate petnames. Hate hate hate them. From everyone, but especially from strangers. They are condescending and full of false intimacy. People who know me know better than to use them with me.
What do you mean by "petnames"? To me, a pet name is an affectionate name that is given you by someone who knows you well. Like my friends calling me K-dogg.
Do you mean things like "hon" and "sweetie" from strangers? That has always seemed deeply inappropriate to me because they are intimate terms of address.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 29, 2012, 05:15:56 AM
Missed that scene.
Who the fuck is robert paulson?
If it makes you feel any better, Twid, I have no idea either, and it irritates me when people act like you're clueless because you happened to miss sitting in front of the idiot tube for something they consider a crucially important part of their cultural background.
Weirdest thing... Woke up at 4am and damn near hurled. NO idea why, I felt fine, I'm fine this morning...
The first person to suggest that I'm knocked up gets a slap up'side the head.
Thanks nigel.
Yeah add to that list of things i dont know what your talking about
-i dont know about the celebrity youre talking about
Quote from: CAKE on October 29, 2012, 02:48:21 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 29, 2012, 06:24:58 AM
I hate petnames. Hate hate hate them. From everyone, but especially from strangers. They are condescending and full of false intimacy. People who know me know better than to use them with me.
What do you mean by "petnames"? To me, a pet name is an affectionate name that is given you by someone who knows you well. Like my friends calling me K-dogg.
Do you mean things like "hon" and "sweetie" from strangers? That has always seemed deeply inappropriate to me because they are intimate terms of address.
I think she means giving names to pets. It's anthropomorphizing them and robbing them of their individual and species wide qualities.
If you have a dog, you should just call it Dog. If you have another Dog, refer to it as Dog #2
Quote from: CAKE on October 29, 2012, 02:49:45 PM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 29, 2012, 05:15:56 AM
Missed that scene.
Who the fuck is robert paulson?
If it makes you feel any better, Twid, I have no idea either, and it irritates me when people act like you're clueless because you happened to miss sitting in front of the idiot tube for something they consider a crucially important part of their cultural background.
The Meatloaf character in
Fight Club.
Oh. Yeah. Ive never seen fight club. Yeah i know. Whatever.
Thanks lmno for answering the question.
I also dont really care about thing the internet has decided are important things to be interested in.
For example i dont see myself watching fight club or v for vendetta anytime in the near future and anytime someone mentions zombies i get a little irritated.
Never seen fight club?
WTF? I highly recommend it.
I may watch it at some point. But yeah i dont go to the movies very often (i think the last time i went was two years ago) and you cant exactly walk into a blockbuster these days.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 29, 2012, 03:41:30 PM
I also dont really care about thing the internet has decided are important things to be interested in.
For example i dont see myself watching fight club or v for vendetta anytime in the near future and anytime someone mentions zombies i get a little irritated.
'Fight Club' is pretty cool as a movie and was one of those rare 'didn't ruin the book' moments. Haven't seen V for Vendetta' and, I agree, the whole 'Zombie apocalypse LOL' thing is played out.
Quote from: CAKE on October 29, 2012, 02:48:21 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 29, 2012, 06:24:58 AM
I hate petnames. Hate hate hate them. From everyone, but especially from strangers. They are condescending and full of false intimacy. People who know me know better than to use them with me.
What do you mean by "petnames"? To me, a pet name is an affectionate name that is given you by someone who knows you well. Like my friends calling me K-dogg.
Do you mean things like "hon" and "sweetie" from strangers? That has always seemed deeply inappropriate to me because they are intimate terms of address.
"K-Dogg" I would classify as a nickname, which are different than a pet name and are things I like. Pet names would be, yeah, "hon" and "sweetheart" and the like, which I don't like from ANYONE.
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Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 29, 2012, 06:24:58 AM
I hate petnames. Hate hate hate them. From everyone, but especially from strangers. They are condescending and full of false intimacy. People who know me know better than to use them with me.
What do you mean by "petnames"? To me, a pet name is an affectionate name that is given you by someone who knows you well. Like my friends calling me K-dogg.
Do you mean things like "hon" and "sweetie" from strangers? That has always seemed deeply inappropriate to me because they are intimate terms of address.
"K-Dogg" I would classify as a nickname, which are different than a pet name and are things I like. Pet names would be, yeah, "hon" and "sweetheart" and the like, which I don't like from ANYONE.
I like 'em, when it's my wife saying them. She is the one person that doesn't annoy me by shortening my name.
Or, hell, my daughter (Baldy, Old Man, etc)
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Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 29, 2012, 03:41:30 PM
I also dont really care about thing the internet has decided are important things to be interested in.
For example i dont see myself watching fight club or v for vendetta anytime in the near future and anytime someone mentions zombies i get a little irritated.
'Fight Club' is pretty cool as a movie and was one of those rare 'didn't ruin the book' moments. Haven't seen V for Vendetta' and, I agree, the whole 'Zombie apocalypse LOL' thing is played out.
V for Vendetta, the movie, is imo kind of juvenile and disaffected-teenager. But the comic is very, very good.
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 29, 2012, 06:02:08 PM
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Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 29, 2012, 06:24:58 AM
I hate petnames. Hate hate hate them. From everyone, but especially from strangers. They are condescending and full of false intimacy. People who know me know better than to use them with me.
What do you mean by "petnames"? To me, a pet name is an affectionate name that is given you by someone who knows you well. Like my friends calling me K-dogg.
Do you mean things like "hon" and "sweetie" from strangers? That has always seemed deeply inappropriate to me because they are intimate terms of address.
"K-Dogg" I would classify as a nickname, which are different than a pet name and are things I like. Pet names would be, yeah, "hon" and "sweetheart" and the like, which I don't like from ANYONE.
I like 'em, when it's my wife saying them. She is the one person that doesn't annoy me by shortening my name.
Or, hell, my daughter (Baldy, Old Man, etc)
I don't really have a nickname I can think of, aside from the mangling of the name I usually go by that a friend uses to annoy me. My name is too short to really lend itself to nicknames.
They neutered the fuck out of V. It turns from a rather more complex story of revolutionary-terroristic anarchism versus technocratic fascism to "LOL BUSH IS A NAZI". And then V is a liberal chatshow host. With knives.
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Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 29, 2012, 06:24:58 AM
I hate petnames. Hate hate hate them. From everyone, but especially from strangers. They are condescending and full of false intimacy. People who know me know better than to use them with me.
What do you mean by "petnames"? To me, a pet name is an affectionate name that is given you by someone who knows you well. Like my friends calling me K-dogg.
Do you mean things like "hon" and "sweetie" from strangers? That has always seemed deeply inappropriate to me because they are intimate terms of address.
"K-Dogg" I would classify as a nickname, which are different than a pet name and are things I like. Pet names would be, yeah, "hon" and "sweetheart" and the like, which I don't like from ANYONE.
I like 'em, when it's my wife saying them. She is the one person that doesn't annoy me by shortening my name.
Or, hell, my daughter (Baldy, Old Man, etc)
I don't really have a nickname I can think of, aside from the mangling of the name I usually go by that a friend uses to annoy me. My name is too short to really lend itself to nicknames.
To Jenn, I'm "Rog" or "Honey" or "DUMBFUCK".
To me, Jenn is "Baby"
1, "Honey", or "TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF, PLEASE".
1 Yes, I know this is some sexist shit from the 60s or whatever, but she likes it and that's all that matters to me.
If she's cool with it, I don't think it matters.
Also, saw the best Republican sticker today: Romney-Ryan Hope for the Unborn.
I alternately wanted to giggle and throw up a little bit.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 29, 2012, 06:13:10 PM
If she's cool with it, I don't think it matters.
Well, from what I gather, she knows I respect her, and therefore she isn't put off by comments or pet names calling out how good she looks. Quite the opposite, in fact. From what I gather, most people want both respect and affirmation of how hot they look, but only if both happen at the same time. If you can't have both, settle for respect. Or words to that effect.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 29, 2012, 06:15:58 PM
Also, saw the best Republican sticker today: Romney-Ryan Hope for the Unborn.
I alternately wanted to giggle and throw up a little bit.
"Romney-Ryan Hope for the Unborn. Until they're born. Then fuck 'em."
Also, mood ruined.
Off to get my happy thoughts back.
See you all later.
Sorry for my part in that. Anyway. Im going to stop commenting on threads until im certain i understand whats going on in it by asking about the op.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 29, 2012, 06:53:21 PM
Sorry for my part in that. Anyway. Im going to stop commenting on threads until im certain i understand whats going on in it by asking about the op.
It's not your fault, it's mine. I failed to communicate my idea.
Also, my idea itself was bad. People like things the way they are.
Not necessarily. It could just be that im not that quick.
Im not sure what you mean what you mean by people liking things the way they are. Im trying to improve my lot in life.
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Missed that scene.
Who the fuck is robert paulson?
If it makes you feel any better, Twid, I have no idea either, and it irritates me when people act like you're clueless because you happened to miss sitting in front of the idiot tube for something they consider a crucially important part of their cultural background.
The Meatloaf character in Fight Club.
Huh. I read Fight Club four years ago, don't remember a Robert Paulson character, didn't know Meatloaf was in the movie.
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I hate petnames. Hate hate hate them. From everyone, but especially from strangers. They are condescending and full of false intimacy. People who know me know better than to use them with me.
What do you mean by "petnames"? To me, a pet name is an affectionate name that is given you by someone who knows you well. Like my friends calling me K-dogg.
Do you mean things like "hon" and "sweetie" from strangers? That has always seemed deeply inappropriate to me because they are intimate terms of address.
"K-Dogg" I would classify as a nickname, which are different than a pet name and are things I like. Pet names would be, yeah, "hon" and "sweetheart" and the like, which I don't like from ANYONE.
Pretty sure that pet names are normally defined as affectionate nicknames between people who are close, FYI. You're referring to terms of endearment, which are not appropriate, IMO, from those who are not actually dear to us.
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Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 29, 2012, 06:24:58 AM
I hate petnames. Hate hate hate them. From everyone, but especially from strangers. They are condescending and full of false intimacy. People who know me know better than to use them with me.
What do you mean by "petnames"? To me, a pet name is an affectionate name that is given you by someone who knows you well. Like my friends calling me K-dogg.
Do you mean things like "hon" and "sweetie" from strangers? That has always seemed deeply inappropriate to me because they are intimate terms of address.
"K-Dogg" I would classify as a nickname, which are different than a pet name and are things I like. Pet names would be, yeah, "hon" and "sweetheart" and the like, which I don't like from ANYONE.
I like 'em, when it's my wife saying them. She is the one person that doesn't annoy me by shortening my name.
Or, hell, my daughter (Baldy, Old Man, etc)
I know what you mean about the diminutives. Occasionally someone will decide to call me "Kal", which I fucking loathe. I am fine with "K-rah" and I will tolerate "Lera" but I fucking. HATE. Kal. Anyone who calls me "Kal" doesn't know me well enough to attempt to use a diminutive of my name.
"Nig" is fine though. Which reminds me of a story, which is that in my local BBS group of friends back in the dialup days, we had this girl, Laughing Toad. One day, while registering on a BBS, she mistyped her name as "Laughnig Toad". She was black, and everyone thought this was adorable and funny and we called her "Nig". One day, a new guy came along, and he was HORRIFIED AND OUTRAGED because someone referred to Nig, and he went BAAAAWWWWW RACISM!
And then Nig was all, duh, it's my name, also I'm black, and verily, he was embarrassed. And we all had a good laugh, The end.
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I hate petnames. Hate hate hate them. From everyone, but especially from strangers. They are condescending and full of false intimacy. People who know me know better than to use them with me.
What do you mean by "petnames"? To me, a pet name is an affectionate name that is given you by someone who knows you well. Like my friends calling me K-dogg.
Do you mean things like "hon" and "sweetie" from strangers? That has always seemed deeply inappropriate to me because they are intimate terms of address.
"K-Dogg" I would classify as a nickname, which are different than a pet name and are things I like. Pet names would be, yeah, "hon" and "sweetheart" and the like, which I don't like from ANYONE.
I like 'em, when it's my wife saying them. She is the one person that doesn't annoy me by shortening my name.
Or, hell, my daughter (Baldy, Old Man, etc)
I know what you mean about the diminutives. Occasionally someone will decide to call me "Kal", which I fucking loathe. I am fine with "K-rah" and I will tolerate "Lera" but I fucking. HATE. Kal. Anyone who calls me "Kal" doesn't know me well enough to attempt to use a diminutive of my name.
"Nig" is fine though. Which reminds me of a story, which is that in my local BBS group of friends back in the dialup days, we had this girl, Laughing Toad. One day, while registering on a BBS, she mistyped her name as "Laughnig Toad". She was black, and everyone thought this was adorable and funny and we called her "Nig". One day, a new guy came along, and he was HORRIFIED AND OUTRAGED because someone referred to Nig, and he went BAAAAWWWWW RACISM!
And then Nig was all, duh, it's my name, also I'm black, and verily, he was embarrassed. And we all had a good laugh, The end.
For me, it's more that shortening the name implies a level of familiarity. Having someone I'm not that familiar with shorten my name is an intrusion into my space, if you know what I mean. It's having that person interject him/herself into a level of relationship that I find uncomfortable in the extreme.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 29, 2012, 06:15:58 PM
Also, saw the best Republican sticker today: Romney-Ryan Hope for the Unborn.
I alternately wanted to giggle and throw up a little bit.
Sounds like they support the Unborn, eldritch things that are not gods because they were never alive in the first place, and can also never die.
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I hate petnames. Hate hate hate them. From everyone, but especially from strangers. They are condescending and full of false intimacy. People who know me know better than to use them with me.
What do you mean by "petnames"? To me, a pet name is an affectionate name that is given you by someone who knows you well. Like my friends calling me K-dogg.
Do you mean things like "hon" and "sweetie" from strangers? That has always seemed deeply inappropriate to me because they are intimate terms of address.
"K-Dogg" I would classify as a nickname, which are different than a pet name and are things I like. Pet names would be, yeah, "hon" and "sweetheart" and the like, which I don't like from ANYONE.
I like 'em, when it's my wife saying them. She is the one person that doesn't annoy me by shortening my name.
Or, hell, my daughter (Baldy, Old Man, etc)
I know what you mean about the diminutives. Occasionally someone will decide to call me "Kal", which I fucking loathe. I am fine with "K-rah" and I will tolerate "Lera" but I fucking. HATE. Kal. Anyone who calls me "Kal" doesn't know me well enough to attempt to use a diminutive of my name.
"Nig" is fine though. Which reminds me of a story, which is that in my local BBS group of friends back in the dialup days, we had this girl, Laughing Toad. One day, while registering on a BBS, she mistyped her name as "Laughnig Toad". She was black, and everyone thought this was adorable and funny and we called her "Nig". One day, a new guy came along, and he was HORRIFIED AND OUTRAGED because someone referred to Nig, and he went BAAAAWWWWW RACISM!
And then Nig was all, duh, it's my name, also I'm black, and verily, he was embarrassed. And we all had a good laugh, The end.
For me, it's more that shortening the name implies a level of familiarity. Having someone I'm not that familiar with shorten my name is an intrusion into my space, if you know what I mean. It's having that person interject him/herself into a level of relationship that I find uncomfortable in the extreme.
Yes, exactly. If someone thinks they know me well enough to try to use a diminutive of my name, they damn well better know me well enough to know which ones I'm cool with.
For strangers, I'd just as soon return to the days of formal address by honorarium and last name, because I'm not that keen on people I don't know using my first name without permission.
Quote from: CAKE on October 29, 2012, 09:31:18 PM
For strangers, I'd just as soon return to the days of formal address by honorarium and last name, because I'm not that keen on people I don't know using my first name without permission.
So, is that "Dark Empress Nigel" or "Queen Skinsaw"? :lulz:
Quote from: American Jackal on October 29, 2012, 09:10:43 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 29, 2012, 06:15:58 PM
Also, saw the best Republican sticker today: Romney-Ryan Hope for the Unborn.
I alternately wanted to giggle and throw up a little bit.
Sounds like they support the Unborn, eldritch things that are not gods because they were never alive in the first place, and can also never die.
THIS EXPLAINS EVERYTHING!
They feed the Unborn on the misery of the poor, sick, and suffering, and in return the Unborn help them consolidate their power, which is why they are so desperate to force impoverished women, underage girls, and struggling single mothers to have more babies, and why they are against social safety nets and universal healthcare.
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For strangers, I'd just as soon return to the days of formal address by honorarium and last name, because I'm not that keen on people I don't know using my first name without permission.
So, is that "Dark Empress Nigel" or "Queen Skinsaw"? :lulz:
Yes.
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I hate petnames. Hate hate hate them. From everyone, but especially from strangers. They are condescending and full of false intimacy. People who know me know better than to use them with me.
What do you mean by "petnames"? To me, a pet name is an affectionate name that is given you by someone who knows you well. Like my friends calling me K-dogg.
Do you mean things like "hon" and "sweetie" from strangers? That has always seemed deeply inappropriate to me because they are intimate terms of address.
"K-Dogg" I would classify as a nickname, which are different than a pet name and are things I like. Pet names would be, yeah, "hon" and "sweetheart" and the like, which I don't like from ANYONE.
Pretty sure that pet names are normally defined as affectionate nicknames between people who are close, FYI. You're referring to terms of endearment, which are not appropriate, IMO, from those who are not actually dear to us.
OIC. I've usually seen them as pet names, but the more you know. :)
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Quote from: CAKE on October 29, 2012, 02:48:21 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 29, 2012, 06:24:58 AM
I hate petnames. Hate hate hate them. From everyone, but especially from strangers. They are condescending and full of false intimacy. People who know me know better than to use them with me.
What do you mean by "petnames"? To me, a pet name is an affectionate name that is given you by someone who knows you well. Like my friends calling me K-dogg.
Do you mean things like "hon" and "sweetie" from strangers? That has always seemed deeply inappropriate to me because they are intimate terms of address.
"K-Dogg" I would classify as a nickname, which are different than a pet name and are things I like. Pet names would be, yeah, "hon" and "sweetheart" and the like, which I don't like from ANYONE.
I like 'em, when it's my wife saying them. She is the one person that doesn't annoy me by shortening my name.
Or, hell, my daughter (Baldy, Old Man, etc)
I know what you mean about the diminutives. Occasionally someone will decide to call me "Kal", which I fucking loathe. I am fine with "K-rah" and I will tolerate "Lera" but I fucking. HATE. Kal. Anyone who calls me "Kal" doesn't know me well enough to attempt to use a diminutive of my name.
"Nig" is fine though. Which reminds me of a story, which is that in my local BBS group of friends back in the dialup days, we had this girl, Laughing Toad. One day, while registering on a BBS, she mistyped her name as "Laughnig Toad". She was black, and everyone thought this was adorable and funny and we called her "Nig". One day, a new guy came along, and he was HORRIFIED AND OUTRAGED because someone referred to Nig, and he went BAAAAWWWWW RACISM!
And then Nig was all, duh, it's my name, also I'm black, and verily, he was embarrassed. And we all had a good laugh, The end.
For me, it's more that shortening the name implies a level of familiarity. Having someone I'm not that familiar with shorten my name is an intrusion into my space, if you know what I mean. It's having that person interject him/herself into a level of relationship that I find uncomfortable in the extreme.
I know what you mean.
I hate it even more when people decide to use a shortened version of my legal name (it happens A LOT with people who know it, which is why I never ever give it out). It's
extremely disrespectful. The name I give people is the name I want them to use. If they can come up with some sort of pet name around the one I give them, that's fine. But my name is not Cat or, god forbid, Kat.
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For strangers, I'd just as soon return to the days of formal address by honorarium and last name, because I'm not that keen on people I don't know using my first name without permission.
This is why I wait until someone gives me the okay to use their first name most of the time.
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Quote from: American Jackal on October 29, 2012, 09:10:43 PM
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 29, 2012, 06:15:58 PM
Also, saw the best Republican sticker today: Romney-Ryan Hope for the Unborn.
I alternately wanted to giggle and throw up a little bit.
Sounds like they support the Unborn, eldritch things that are not gods because they were never alive in the first place, and can also never die.
THIS EXPLAINS EVERYTHING!
They feed the Unborn on the misery of the poor, sick, and suffering, and in return the Unborn help them consolidate their power, which is why they are so desperate to force impoverished women, underage girls, and struggling single mothers to have more babies, and why they are against social safety nets and universal healthcare.
:lulz: :horrormirth:
The petname thing pisses my wife off when someone who isn't me uses one.
Charles Stross has a better explanation for it, from his excellent Laundry series:
"Outside the edge of our conscious perceptions, the walls between the worlds are thinning. Things that listen to thoughts and attend are gathering, shadows and fragments of cognition and computation. The Laundry has a code name for this phenomenon: CASE NIGHTMARE GREEN. Magick is a branch of applied mathematics: solve theorems, invoke actions, actions occur. Program computers to do ditto, actions occur faster and more reliably. So far so good, this is what I do for a living. But consciousness is also a computational process. Human minds are conscious, there are too damn many of us in too small a volume of space on this planet right now, and we're damaging the computational ultrastructure of our reality. Too much of our kind of magic going on makes magic easier to perform - for a while, until space itself rips open and the nightmares come out to play."
"CASE NIGHTMARE GREEN is the code name for the end of the world.
[...]
To put it bluntly, there are too many humans on the planet. Six-billion plus primates. And we think too loudly. Our brains are neurocomputers, incredibly complex. The more observers there are, the more quantum wierdness is observed, and the more inconsistencies creep into our reality. The wierdness is already going macroscopic - has been, for decades, as any disciple of Forteana could tell you. Sometime soon, we are going to cross a critical threshold which, in combination with our solar system's ongoing drift through a stellar neighbourhood where space itself is stretched thin, is going to make it likely that certain sleeping agencies will stir in their aeons-long slumber, and notice us.
[...]
No, we can't make CASE NIGHTMARE GREEN go away by holding a brisk nuclear wear and frying the guys with the biggest dicks - induced megadeaths have consequences that can be exploited for much the same ends, as the Ahnererbe-SS discovered to their cost.
CASE NIGHTMARE GREEN is the demonological equivalent of an atomic chain reaction. Human minds equal plutonium nuclei. Put too many together in too small a place, and they begin to get a wee bit hot. Cross the threshold and suddenly and emphatically they get a lot hot. And the elder gods wake up, smell the buffet, and prepare to tuck in."
In the series, the link between religious cults, high birth-rates and elder gods trying to speed up the CASE NIGHTMARE GREEN scenario are made very explicit.
WHAT THE FUCK??
I guess I have to add that to the stack of books to read.
I finished reading M. Butterfly, the play about the French diplomat who was seduced by the male Chinese actor thinking he was a woman. In short, to the West the East is a woman who wants to be raped.
HAY BRAINMEAT. YOU KNOE WAT WOULD BE SUPER AWESOME? SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT EVERYTHING AND STOP OBSESSING SO I CAN SLEEP, TGAT WOULD BE SUPER AWESOME.
I am now drunk, apropos of nothing.
My ex opened his bar tonight (not especially related to me being drunk) and I went to the opening, picking up the kids on the way on the ex's request, and had two drinks. HC met me there, which alleviated my boredom considerably. Also I enjoyed introducing HC to my ex, because HC very tall and handsome and dimpled etc. and it's always nice in a probably very petty way to show up at an ex-event with someone super hot. Oh hai, remember 13 years ago when you didn't like me nagging you about trashing the house? Look who does my dishes and buys my dinner. And rubs my back, lol.
Anyway, wow this is a boring story in which nothing really happens! On the way home I bought a six pack because I don't have to be at school until 11, and now I have had three of them. I am totally going to regret the shit out of this in the morning, aren't I?
Just dont forget about water and you should be relatively ok.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 30, 2012, 06:20:26 AM
Just dont forget about water and you should be relatively ok.
I am about to eat some chicken wings.
GOOD REMINDER ABOUT WATER! I will get myself some now.
Tonight my daughter asked me what the odds are, between me and her dad, that she will be a lightweight with regards to alcohol. I said "probably about 50/50". :lol:
When we were young, he used to brag that I was half his size but could drink him under the table and kick his ass. Probably both true. But I got all lightweighted somewhere in the last couple years. Beer especially... I can still take down four ciders if they aren't too strong, but beer will kick my ASS. And bourbon, my old friend, just flat out destroys me.
Might get some water myself. My mouth and throat feel a bit dry.
Boyfriend is asleep THAT'S STUPID. He should be entertaining me. :argh!:
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WHAT THE FUCK??
I guess I have to add that to the stack of books to read.
They're quite fun, while nothing too heavy.
Essential plot synopsis: somewhat geekish British hacker is recruited into the top secret intelligence agency that deals with the threat of the elder gods deciding we would make an excellent appetizer. However, as a government agency, said threat is dealt with large amounts of paperwork, training courses and little in the way of any kind of budget.
Quote from: CAKE on October 30, 2012, 07:20:54 AM
Boyfriend is asleep THAT'S STUPID. He should be entertaining me. :argh!:
If you can't think of at least six entertaining ways to wake him...
I've been prescribed beta blockers by my GP, to stop the anxiety feeding on itself. I'm going back to the doc on Friday, and yesterday spent my time organising stuff for the possiblility of being admitted as a psych in patient, and texting one of mah femininjas every hour because of the self-harm thoughts, and making a butt load of jerk chicken and bean soup for the days I'm unable to cook.
They won't admit me or get a community mental health team on my case because I can actually plan for these things and sufficiently distract myself from following through on any self harm thoughts. That and actually harming myself would be letting the situation win, and I'm essentially too stubborn for that shit.
I'm going back on Friday to update them on the situation, and the group CBT is a no go for me now as I really need something more intensive on the counselling/therapy front.
I had a conversation with my mum yesterday that totally pushed me over the edge. she was going on about me getting pregnant so I could get social housing!?! As someone who doesn't want babbies or to form babby this was pressure I couldn't take. I got a decent nights sleep last night at a decent time for the first time in ages. Today I feel utterly wiped out.
Quote from: Pixie on October 30, 2012, 10:09:40 AM
I've been prescribed beta blockers by my GP, to stop the anxiety feeding on itself. I'm going back to the doc on Friday, and yesterday spent my time organising stuff for the possiblility of being admitted as a psych in patient, and texting one of mah femininjas every hour because of the self-harm thoughts, and making a butt load of jerk chicken and bean soup for the days I'm unable to cook.
They won't admit me or get a community mental health team on my case because I can actually plan for these things and sufficiently distract myself from following through on any self harm thoughts. That and actually harming myself would be letting the situation win, and I'm essentially too stubborn for that shit.
I'm going back on Friday to update them on the situation, and the group CBT is a no go for me now as I really need something more intensive on the counselling/therapy front.
I had a conversation with my mum yesterday that totally pushed me over the edge. she was going on about me getting pregnant so I could get social housing!?! As someone who doesn't want babbies or to form babby this was pressure I couldn't take. I got a decent nights sleep last night at a decent time for the first time in ages. Today I feel utterly wiped out.
Good luck with it all.
Also, though i don't know anything about the relationship between you and your mom: Why do you still talk to her? That one remark, if made seriously, means she is mad as a hatter.
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Quote from: Pixie on October 30, 2012, 10:09:40 AM
I've been prescribed beta blockers by my GP, to stop the anxiety feeding on itself. I'm going back to the doc on Friday, and yesterday spent my time organising stuff for the possiblility of being admitted as a psych in patient, and texting one of mah femininjas every hour because of the self-harm thoughts, and making a butt load of jerk chicken and bean soup for the days I'm unable to cook.
They won't admit me or get a community mental health team on my case because I can actually plan for these things and sufficiently distract myself from following through on any self harm thoughts. That and actually harming myself would be letting the situation win, and I'm essentially too stubborn for that shit.
I'm going back on Friday to update them on the situation, and the group CBT is a no go for me now as I really need something more intensive on the counselling/therapy front.
I had a conversation with my mum yesterday that totally pushed me over the edge. she was going on about me getting pregnant so I could get social housing!?! As someone who doesn't want babbies or to form babby this was pressure I couldn't take. I got a decent nights sleep last night at a decent time for the first time in ages. Today I feel utterly wiped out.
Good luck with it all.
Also, though i don't know anything about the relationship between you and your mom: Why do you still talk to her? That one remark, if made seriously, means she is mad as a hatter.
She's generally awesome and an inspirational woman of serious strength, it's just she can be fucking intense, and really, really wants more than one grandchild. She was just being flippant, but with the anxiety and not actually being able to see her facial expression, I didn't parse it that way.
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Quote from: :regret: on October 30, 2012, 12:22:26 PM
Quote from: Pixie on October 30, 2012, 10:09:40 AM
I've been prescribed beta blockers by my GP, to stop the anxiety feeding on itself. I'm going back to the doc on Friday, and yesterday spent my time organising stuff for the possiblility of being admitted as a psych in patient, and texting one of mah femininjas every hour because of the self-harm thoughts, and making a butt load of jerk chicken and bean soup for the days I'm unable to cook.
They won't admit me or get a community mental health team on my case because I can actually plan for these things and sufficiently distract myself from following through on any self harm thoughts. That and actually harming myself would be letting the situation win, and I'm essentially too stubborn for that shit.
I'm going back on Friday to update them on the situation, and the group CBT is a no go for me now as I really need something more intensive on the counselling/therapy front.
I had a conversation with my mum yesterday that totally pushed me over the edge. she was going on about me getting pregnant so I could get social housing!?! As someone who doesn't want babbies or to form babby this was pressure I couldn't take. I got a decent nights sleep last night at a decent time for the first time in ages. Today I feel utterly wiped out.
Good luck with it all.
Also, though i don't know anything about the relationship between you and your mom: Why do you still talk to her? That one remark, if made seriously, means she is mad as a hatter.
She's generally awesome and an inspirational woman of serious strength, it's just she can be fucking intense, and really, really wants more than one grandchild. She was just being flippant, but with the anxiety and not actually being able to see her facial expression, I didn't parse it that way.
Ah. Yeah, sometimes things just go wrong without it being anybody's fault.
Obligatory 'I quit X and so should you!' remark: Have you stopped taking caffein? That really helped me get rid of about 90% of my anxiety.
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Quote from: Pixie on October 30, 2012, 12:30:45 PM
Quote from: :regret: on October 30, 2012, 12:22:26 PM
Quote from: Pixie on October 30, 2012, 10:09:40 AM
I've been prescribed beta blockers by my GP, to stop the anxiety feeding on itself. I'm going back to the doc on Friday, and yesterday spent my time organising stuff for the possiblility of being admitted as a psych in patient, and texting one of mah femininjas every hour because of the self-harm thoughts, and making a butt load of jerk chicken and bean soup for the days I'm unable to cook.
They won't admit me or get a community mental health team on my case because I can actually plan for these things and sufficiently distract myself from following through on any self harm thoughts. That and actually harming myself would be letting the situation win, and I'm essentially too stubborn for that shit.
I'm going back on Friday to update them on the situation, and the group CBT is a no go for me now as I really need something more intensive on the counselling/therapy front.
I had a conversation with my mum yesterday that totally pushed me over the edge. she was going on about me getting pregnant so I could get social housing!?! As someone who doesn't want babbies or to form babby this was pressure I couldn't take. I got a decent nights sleep last night at a decent time for the first time in ages. Today I feel utterly wiped out.
Good luck with it all.
Also, though i don't know anything about the relationship between you and your mom: Why do you still talk to her? That one remark, if made seriously, means she is mad as a hatter.
She's generally awesome and an inspirational woman of serious strength, it's just she can be fucking intense, and really, really wants more than one grandchild. She was just being flippant, but with the anxiety and not actually being able to see her facial expression, I didn't parse it that way.
Ah. Yeah, sometimes things just go wrong without it being anybody's fault.
Obligatory 'I quit X and so should you!' remark: Have you stopped taking caffein? That really helped me get rid of about 90% of my anxiety.
I'm off caffeine and booze till after they move out and I'm no longer on meds. I'm all about the chamomile tea.
So basically I'll be sober IN EDINBURGH on NEW YEARS EVE! I am Not Amused.
haha I violated the NO MARMITE rule in discordian recipes. What re you going to do about it, eh?
Use marmite substitute or just satisfy my curiosity and see what beersludge butter tastes like.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 30, 2012, 02:38:36 PM
Use marmite substitute or just satisfy my curiosity and see what beersludge butter tastes like.
I used Vegemite, actually in the recipe.
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Quote from: CAKE on October 30, 2012, 07:20:54 AM
Boyfriend is asleep THAT'S STUPID. He should be entertaining me. :argh!:
If you can't think of at least six entertaining ways to wake him...
That's just cruel, on a Monday night! Besides, he was asleep at HIS house, which is five miles away from my house.
Good luck Pixie! Once the shitty housemates are gone things will get so much better for you!
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Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 30, 2012, 02:38:36 PM
Use marmite substitute or just satisfy my curiosity and see what beersludge butter tastes like.
I used Vegemite, actually in the recipe.
I love Marmite, but I haven't tried vegemite. My only source of information on Vegemite is this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVKPrQv1H8I
And good luck, Pixie.
Quote from: CAKE on October 30, 2012, 03:51:36 PM
Quote from: Luna on October 30, 2012, 09:49:02 AM
Quote from: CAKE on October 30, 2012, 07:20:54 AM
Boyfriend is asleep THAT'S STUPID. He should be entertaining me. :argh!:
If you can't think of at least six entertaining ways to wake him...
That's just cruel, on a Monday night! Besides, he was asleep at HIS house, which is five miles away from my house.
Never had a man say waking him is CRUEL, particularly when I'm feeling... inventive... ;) The five miles bit would complicate things, however, particualarly if locked doors are involved.
fankoo guise!
mah fellow femininjas local to me have been awesomes, Jeanne skipped her Nieszche lecture to come to the doctor with me.. I kind of hate to think what it would've been like if I didn't know them..
Quote from: CAKE on October 30, 2012, 03:53:34 PM
Good luck Pixie! Once the shitty housemates are gone things will get so much better for you!
let's also hope I don't slip into stress induced psychosis between now and February...
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Quote from: CAKE on October 30, 2012, 03:53:34 PM
Good luck Pixie! Once the shitty housemates are gone things will get so much better for you!
let's also hope I don't slip into stress induced psychosis between now and February...
It's never slowed ME down...
1. I feel like crap on a stick. It's too bad I don't have an FMRI, I could have studied my brain in the process of making a bad decision last night! I'm glad that beer was only five percent, or I'd really be suffering today.
2. I went for my first post-op run this morning, which was in fact my first run in over a year, possibly close to two years. It was marvelous! It was rainy and chilly and muddy and slippery and I couldn't go more than three blocks at a stretch without having to walk a block and I only went about a mile and a half, but it felt GREAT. No more weight pressing me down in the middle, compressing my organs and making me feel sick and anchored to the ground. I felt light and agile again, even though I'm 20 lbs overweight. I won't be for long; I'll do this run every other morning until it feels comfortable, and then I'll push it out to two miles, and by winter term I should be up to 3 miles every other day, alternating with walking 4 miles a day.
3. I have a new pet hate, which is when someone says they "study" something, but actually what they mean is that they read popsci books on the subject. Listen, jerk, reading "Freakonomics" does not make you an economics scholar, any more than that subscription to "New Science" makes you a physicist. I bet you think it does, though, don't you? Shut up.
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Good luck Pixie! Once the shitty housemates are gone things will get so much better for you!
let's also hope I don't slip into stress induced psychosis between now and February...
It's never slowed ME down...
thers an upside and a downside to the whole psychosis thing.
downside; psychosis is distressing as fuck.
upside: I will get a shrink and more help, and if it's as spectacular as the last time I might get extra money, a free bus pass, and a bunch of other stuff. If it gets really bad I'll get a free holiday in the psych unit.
the downside is worse than the upsides, really, despite there being more of them.
I've been studying economics recently... you guys heard of this thing, the Free Market? Apparently it's pretty boss.
I don't study things, I take an active interest in them...
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Good luck Pixie! Once the shitty housemates are gone things will get so much better for you!
let's also hope I don't slip into stress induced psychosis between now and February...
It's never slowed ME down...
thers an upside and a downside to the whole psychosis thing.
downside; psychosis is distressing as fuck.
upside: I will get a shrink and more help, and if it's as spectacular as the last time I might get extra money, a free bus pass, and a bunch of other stuff. If it gets really bad I'll get a free holiday in the psych unit.
the downside is worse than the upsides, really, despite there being more of them.
Well, see, you're talking about REAL mental illness. I was talking about temporary loss of faculties on account of dumbasses.
So sorry if I came off as being flip.
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Quote from: CAKE on October 30, 2012, 03:53:34 PM
Good luck Pixie! Once the shitty housemates are gone things will get so much better for you!
let's also hope I don't slip into stress induced psychosis between now and February...
It's never slowed ME down...
thers an upside and a downside to the whole psychosis thing.
downside; psychosis is distressing as fuck.
upside: I will get a shrink and more help, and if it's as spectacular as the last time I might get extra money, a free bus pass, and a bunch of other stuff. If it gets really bad I'll get a free holiday in the psych unit.
the downside is worse than the upsides, really, despite there being more of them.
Well, see, you're talking about REAL mental illness. I was talking about temporary loss of faculties on account of dumbasses.
So sorry if I came off as being flip.
It's all good Roger. it made me chuckle.
I just hope I don't lose my shit between now and after coming back from Scotland for my holiday.
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Quote from: CAKE on October 30, 2012, 03:53:34 PM
Good luck Pixie! Once the shitty housemates are gone things will get so much better for you!
let's also hope I don't slip into stress induced psychosis between now and February...
It's never slowed ME down...
thers an upside and a downside to the whole psychosis thing.
downside; psychosis is distressing as fuck.
upside: I will get a shrink and more help, and if it's as spectacular as the last time I might get extra money, a free bus pass, and a bunch of other stuff. If it gets really bad I'll get a free holiday in the psych unit.
the downside is worse than the upsides, really, despite there being more of them.
Well, see, you're talking about REAL mental illness. I was talking about temporary loss of faculties on account of dumbasses.
So sorry if I came off as being flip.
It's all good Roger. it made me chuckle.
I just hope I don't lose my shit between now and after coming back from Scotland for my holiday.
You're gonna be fine.
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Boyfriend is asleep THAT'S STUPID. He should be entertaining me. :argh!:
If you can't think of at least six entertaining ways to wake him...
That's just cruel, on a Monday night! Besides, he was asleep at HIS house, which is five miles away from my house.
Never had a man say waking him is CRUEL, particularly when I'm feeling... inventive... ;) The five miles bit would complicate things, however, particualarly if locked doors are involved.
It was mostly the drunk driving that was deterring me. And the fact that he's almost 50 and needs his beauty sleep.
Filthy zerging bastards have forced me to stop gaming and once again interact with the real world.
I am, of course, referring to students. At least I'm allowed to shoot the other filthy zerging bastards in the head.
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Quote from: CAKE on October 30, 2012, 03:53:34 PM
Good luck Pixie! Once the shitty housemates are gone things will get so much better for you!
let's also hope I don't slip into stress induced psychosis between now and February...
It's never slowed ME down...
thers an upside and a downside to the whole psychosis thing.
downside; psychosis is distressing as fuck.
upside: I will get a shrink and more help, and if it's as spectacular as the last time I might get extra money, a free bus pass, and a bunch of other stuff. If it gets really bad I'll get a free holiday in the psych unit.
the downside is worse than the upsides, really, despite there being more of them.
Well, see, you're talking about REAL mental illness. I was talking about temporary loss of faculties on account of dumbasses.
So sorry if I came off as being flip.
It's all good Roger. it made me chuckle.
I just hope I don't lose my shit between now and after coming back from Scotland for my holiday.
You're gonna be fine.
I really hope so. The fact I can recognise red flags in my mental health is one of the reasons they won't refer me to a shrink. I ended up buying new socks and underpance yesterday just in case I got admitted.. This kind of forward planning is not usually the sign of someone who has utterly lost the fecking plot.
Quote from: Cain on October 30, 2012, 05:06:37 PM
Filthy zerging bastards have forced me to stop gaming and once again interact with the real world.
I am, of course, referring to students. At least I'm allowed to shoot the other filthy zerging bastards in the head.
Ankle-biters are no fun at all.
Quote from: Pixie on October 30, 2012, 05:06:55 PM
I really hope so. The fact I can recognise red flags in my mental health is one of the reasons they won't refer me to a shrink. I ended up buying new socks and underpance yesterday just in case I got admitted.. This kind of forward planning is not usually the sign of someone who has utterly lost the fecking plot.
I'm in the same boat, from time to time. As long as the wiring doesn't catch fire, nobody seems to mind if it's a bit of a mess.
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Quote from: Cain on October 30, 2012, 05:06:37 PM
Filthy zerging bastards have forced me to stop gaming and once again interact with the real world.
I am, of course, referring to students. At least I'm allowed to shoot the other filthy zerging bastards in the head.
Ankle-biters are no fun at all.
I know right? You offer to play one little game of Russian roulette with an automatic and they start crying.
And I'm still stuck in this office for the next hour and a half. Fuck. I'm going to have to do something to break the tedium. Maybe I'll start inventing siege weapons out of the spare stock. I have half a dozen steak knives, lots of plates and boxes of office equipment to stick it all together with.
Perhaps I could rig some kind of knife-throwing implement for people who open the door and don't duck quick enough...
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I know right? You offer to play one little game of Russian roulette with an automatic and they start crying.
:lulz:
Keep passing in and out of consciousness.
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I hate petnames. Hate hate hate them. From everyone, but especially from strangers. They are condescending and full of false intimacy. People who know me know better than to use them with me.
What do you mean by "petnames"? To me, a pet name is an affectionate name that is given you by someone who knows you well. Like my friends calling me K-dogg.
Do you mean things like "hon" and "sweetie" from strangers? That has always seemed deeply inappropriate to me because they are intimate terms of address.
"K-Dogg" I would classify as a nickname, which are different than a pet name and are things I like. Pet names would be, yeah, "hon" and "sweetheart" and the like, which I don't like from ANYONE.
I like 'em, when it's my wife saying them. She is the one person that doesn't annoy me by shortening my name.
Or, hell, my daughter (Baldy, Old Man, etc)
I know what you mean about the diminutives. Occasionally someone will decide to call me "Kal", which I fucking loathe. I am fine with "K-rah" and I will tolerate "Lera" but I fucking. HATE. Kal. Anyone who calls me "Kal" doesn't know me well enough to attempt to use a diminutive of my name.
"Nig" is fine though. Which reminds me of a story, which is that in my local BBS group of friends back in the dialup days, we had this girl, Laughing Toad. One day, while registering on a BBS, she mistyped her name as "Laughnig Toad". She was black, and everyone thought this was adorable and funny and we called her "Nig". One day, a new guy came along, and he was HORRIFIED AND OUTRAGED because someone referred to Nig, and he went BAAAAWWWWW RACISM!
And then Nig was all, duh, it's my name, also I'm black, and verily, he was embarrassed. And we all had a good laugh, The end.
For me, it's more that shortening the name implies a level of familiarity. Having someone I'm not that familiar with shorten my name is an intrusion into my space, if you know what I mean. It's having that person interject him/herself into a level of relationship that I find uncomfortable in the extreme.
Yes, exactly. If someone thinks they know me well enough to try to use a diminutive of my name, they damn well better know me well enough to know which ones I'm cool with.
For strangers, I'd just as soon return to the days of formal address by honorarium and last name, because I'm not that keen on people I don't know using my first name without permission.
What used to irk me to no end was when I was working crappy service jobs with name tags.
Customer: *leans in slightly and peers at name tag over left tit* AND *calls me by my first name* OR *calls me by the name I use on my tax forms, which is what the boss put on my name tag*
I had a very cool boss once who let us use fake names on the name tags so us women wouldn't get phone stalked at work, though. If the phone rang and some guy asked for "Victorine" (me) or "Tinkerbell", we knew it was a perv we didn't give our name to.
But I don't even like women using my name off a tag. If there's been no introduction of any kind, pls to be keeping my name out of your mouth. I think all this came from an article that I vaguely remember seeing years ago, Dear Abby or something, saying that we LIKED being called by name, because it was more PERSONAL. Uhhhhhhh...BOUNDARIES, shitneck.
Another one I hated was "Miss". "Oh MISS!" We had KIDS, FFS. "Miss" implies we're some kind of eunuch class for them to grind underfoot.
Formal address by honorarium and last name would help retail workers a LOT.
YES ^^^^. I will give customers I like my name, but Mx. and my surname is what I would prefer for people I don't know.
I prefer "Roger".
Okay, I'm off to torment teabaggers.
:kingmeh:
It's dark. I'mma go throw snowballs at the neighbours. I like'em, but not THAT much. Besides, they're all old, and couldn't catch up to me if they tried.
Waffle, you reminded me:
Photographer/camera nerds, I seek your advice. My mom's looking for a DSRL. Are there any brands that are particularly sturdy? I can advise her on most what she needs to know, but not that.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on October 30, 2012, 06:55:31 PM
Waffle, you reminded me:
Photographer/camera nerds, I seek your advice. My mom's looking for a DSRL. Are there any brands that are particularly sturdy? I can advise her on most what she needs to know, but not that.
I always go for canon, but I don't know much about dslr cameras to be honest
:3 Thanks!
NET! CAN HAS ADVICE?
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 30, 2012, 06:43:40 PM
Okay, I'm off to torment teabaggers.
:kingmeh:
Had to pick up monkey, have 13 minutes to stuff my face before crossing town to class.
BLAM! Big fucking salad downed in 14.
See you this evening, PD!
Lost consciousness again. Hopefully this means the cold wont last too much longer.
So, I trolled a few teabaggers, but they aren't much fun anymore.
Then I popped over to what's left of Newsweek, and was told that disagreeing with someone is "soft patriarchy", as "everyone's arguments are equally valid". I had fun with that til I got banned.
Then I took a run at democraticunderground, and got banned there for asking why Camp X-Ray is still open.
Then I watched Fizzy Grizzly melt down some more. Someone with FTP access is using the accounts of flounced members. How nice.
Then I headed over to Capitol Grilling. Dead.
I am beginning to agree with Nigel, that PD's problems are endemic to all forums, and that everyone is being eaten by the beast we call "Facebook".
Facebook gets so boring. So, so boring.
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Facebook gets so boring. So, so boring.
Yeah, it's the reverse of this place. People TALK, but they don't SAY ANYTHING.
Here, nobody says shit 99% of the time, but when they do, it's usually worth reading.
I think I'll fuck off and go screw with some more lefty forums. I'm in a mood, and PD isn't delivering the goods today.
This is the only forum i really visit with any frequency because its the only one that holds my interest. Maybe it is endemic. I dunno.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 30, 2012, 08:29:07 PM
This is the only forum i really visit with any frequency because its the only one that holds my interest. Maybe it is endemic. I dunno.
Yeah, I've kind of abandoned the other two forums I used to spend time on. PD is kind of it.
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Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 30, 2012, 08:29:07 PM
This is the only forum i really visit with any frequency because its the only one that holds my interest. Maybe it is endemic. I dunno.
Yeah, I've kind of abandoned the other two forums I used to spend time on. PD is kind of it.
I'm kind of looking for a new one, myself. The apathy and lassitude here has pretty much killed it for me over the last year or so.
If it is endemic you may not find one. Youre right about facebook. Facebook groups are an attempt to absorb the model of a forum into social media. Because facebook is the walmart of the internet.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 30, 2012, 08:42:44 PM
If it is endemic you may not find one. Youre right about facebook. Facebook groups are an attempt to absorb the model of a forum into social media. Because facebook is the walmart of the internet.
There are boards out there. Just not many I can see on this computer.
And yeah, it's the WalMart of the internet. And we lost ALL of our traffic to it. Boy, it's a good thing we're brighter than the average ape.
And truth be told i have very little interest in facebook groups either.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 30, 2012, 08:44:41 PM
And truth be told i have very little interest in facebook groups either.
Most of them aren't even trollworthy. It's like trying to troll Twitter.
Interestingly enough, I just got a PM explaining that the reason people don't post is "because you (me) are always complaining that people don't post".
Well, shit...I knew THAT. I am responsible for all bad things. Including, apparently, the sender's NEED to sulk and show me what for.
Well would there be a way to redirect some of the activity back here? Perhaps everytime a new thread is started up post the link and only the link there and refuse to discuss it over at the groups?
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 30, 2012, 08:47:36 PM
Well would there be a way to redirect some of the activity back here? Perhaps everytime a new thread is started up post the link and only the link there and refuse to discuss it over at the groups?
Go ahead, and let's see what happens.
Wont be able to until i get back home. But its worth a shot.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 30, 2012, 08:49:43 PM
Wont be able to until i get back home. But its worth a shot.
I await the results.
Hmm, I'm on that, too. I like PD.
You'll forgive my lack of enthusiasm, but every time I get involved in something like this, I find out I'm on my own.
Sort of like Charley Brown trying to kick the football. :lulz:
I'm in on trying to generate more traffic here.
I frequent a couple of other forums too, and the only one with more traffic than PD is an ARG forum. The other ones are deader than this by a million miles.
Facebook is for games and keeping tabs on family (but I originally joined just for the games. I know, I'm weird). Why anyone would want to talk there is beyond me.
This cold or whatever it is seems to be on it's last stage for me, thank goodness. The boy has been home today with a fever, but hopefully be fine tomorrow. Poor kid is so looking forward to going trick-or-treating.
Sadly, FB is easier for me on weekdays because I can glance at it from work. It rates two minute blocks of my time... Here is much more of a time commitment... and posting here on my phone, especially with the touch-screen keyboard, gives me a migrane.
Also, I'm stupidly happy at the moment, so ranting doesn't work... Lemme dig through my brainpan and see if there's anything else in there worth looking at.
Well, I'm gonna stop crabbing about it, since I now believe that it's beyond hope.
Anyway, it turns out that Ron Paul fans have NO sense of humor.
I wish to God I could screencap from this comp.
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Anyway, it turns out that Ron Paul fans have NO sense of humor.
I wish to God I could screencap from this comp.
Can ya link? :D
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Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 30, 2012, 09:28:33 PM
Anyway, it turns out that Ron Paul fans have NO sense of humor.
I wish to God I could screencap from this comp.
Can ya link? :D
Not anymore. :lulz:
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Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 30, 2012, 09:28:33 PM
Anyway, it turns out that Ron Paul fans have NO sense of humor.
I wish to God I could screencap from this comp.
Can ya link? :D
Not anymore. :lulz:
Awww... Ya broke 'em?
Naw, they banned me. For being insufficiently pious. HELLO! HOLY MAN!
Anyway, V3x will be coming down to luxurious Casa Asshat this weekend, to meet some of the Tucson tards. There will be half a pig, more or less. There will be bourbon. There will be rampant spaggotry.
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Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on October 30, 2012, 09:28:33 PM
Anyway, it turns out that Ron Paul fans have NO sense of humor.
I wish to God I could screencap from this comp.
Can ya link? :D
Not anymore. :lulz:
Awww... Ya broke 'em?
Naw, they banned me. For being insufficiently pious. HELLO! HOLY MAN!
Anyway, V3x will be coming down to luxurious Casa Asshat this weekend, to meet some of the Tucson tards. There will be half a pig, more or less. There will be bourbon. There will be rampant spaggotry.
Sounds like a blast. :)
Facebook is for promoting stuff and kicking tards. It can be done without THINKING.
Maybe that's the problem. :horrormirth:
It's a sea of white noise.
Facebook is for turning you into a billboard. Nothing more nothing less.
Are you on my friends list and like something? Well the fact that you like it is going to put it on the advertisements on the right side of the screen. Its going to say that you like it.
The games the status updates and the promoting is incidental.
If i cared what sort of deodorant you used i would have asked you. Why the hell are you liking a facebook page for deodorant anyway? No. Facebook is there to turn you into free advertising space.
And garbos right. It is white noise. It also encourages people to only read and post things a paragraph or less long.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 30, 2012, 10:49:09 PM
Facebook is for turning you into a billboard. Nothing more nothing less.
Are you on my friends list and like something? Well the fact that you like it is going to put it on the advertisements on the right side of the screen. Its going to say that you like it.
The games the status updates and the promoting is incidental.
If i cared what sort of deodorant you used i would have asked you. Why the hell are you liking a facebook page for deodorant anyway? No. Facebook is there to turn you into free advertising space.
I'm in danger of having an idea, here. :lulz:
National BE AN ASS ON FACEBOOK DAY, as an event.
I bet you MONEY people would go apeshit, and start 20 year feuds.
If I can't get them OFF Facebook, I can at least make them wish they'd never HEARD of it.
I'll start the event tomorrow evening, and invite all you guys (and everyone else I know). You guys then invite everyone YOU know and encourage them to do the same, etc.
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Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 30, 2012, 10:49:09 PM
Facebook is for turning you into a billboard. Nothing more nothing less.
Are you on my friends list and like something? Well the fact that you like it is going to put it on the advertisements on the right side of the screen. Its going to say that you like it.
The games the status updates and the promoting is incidental.
If i cared what sort of deodorant you used i would have asked you. Why the hell are you liking a facebook page for deodorant anyway? No. Facebook is there to turn you into free advertising space.
I'm in danger of having an idea, here. :lulz:
National BE AN ASS ON FACEBOOK DAY, as an event.
I bet you MONEY people would go apeshit, and start 20 year feuds.
If I can't get them OFF Facebook, I can at least make them wish they'd never HEARD of it.
I'll start the event tomorrow evening, and invite all you guys (and everyone else I know). You guys then invite everyone YOU know and encourage them to do the same, etc.
THIS KIND OF SHIT IS WHAT MAKES YOU HOLY
(TM) :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
What would being an ass on facebook entail?
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 30, 2012, 10:59:24 PM
What would being an ass on facebook entail?
I'll explain in detail in the announcement, but basically being rude and vulgar to everyone you come across, and in every post you make.
Don't invite your granny, is what I'm saying.
WOOOOOOOT! :fap:
Or coworkers. Ok.
Shitfuckdamn.
Exhausted, headachey, slightly feverish. Here's hoping I'm just hot, tired, dehydrated, and weird sinus non-virus non-bacteria thing, and not the flu.
Goodnight, peedee.
Long day.
But not as long as my usual Tuesday. Which is great because it leaves me time to study for tomorrow's midterm.
My co-worker pointed out today that since we are enrolling the final wave for the study, coaching will be winding down by the end of the school year. It's such a weird thought! I guess that at least frees me up for the next internship, though I want to stay on board for the last of the assessments.
I hate it when I'm getting going on my homework and then I have to stop and eat. Eating is dumb.
Just woke up with the strangest sensation. My mind scrambled to figure out who and where i am and what century it is and was unable to- only that wherever i was wasnt real. Lasted about a minute. Was a little frightening.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 31, 2012, 05:19:15 AM
Just woke up with the strangest sensation. My mind scrambled to figure out who and where i am and what century it is and was unable to- only that wherever i was wasnt real. Lasted about a minute. Was a little frightening.
I know that feeling. Just wait until it happens during the day.
Feck. That doesnt sound fun at all.
Incidentally im in the three season room attached to villagers bedroom which undoubtedly lead to some of the confusion since ive never slept out here before.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on October 31, 2012, 05:22:11 AM
Feck. That doesnt sound fun at all.
That's nothing compared to the time I thought I had fallen into a just slightly different version of my life.
Thats gotta be a bit unsettling.
blerugh. feeling kind of wiped out, and a little dizzy.
it's probably just adjusting to the meds..
Quote from: Pixie on October 31, 2012, 12:34:37 PM
blerugh. feeling kind of wiped out, and a little dizzy.
it's probably just adjusting to the meds..
Wouldn't be surprising. Go easy for a bit, and take care of yourself.
Seems like Peedee has the plague.
I seem to be having trouble with distinguishing reality from random images depending on my level of alertness.
Then it should be a pretty good Samhain for you.
Not really. I just want this to be fecking over.
I hope your brain starts to behave itself, Twiddy.
It's pretty amazing how much better a full night's sleep makes you feel, even if it's not a natural sleep.
A co-worker just gave me the "Men are from Mars, women are from Venus" bit, so I told her that I was from Eris.
She got confused, so I think it worked.
:lulz:
I have a rant percolating. Way down in my diseased bits.
Will post when it's time to sick it up.
Well, I guess I'm off to troll Nibiru freaks, then.
Will post more when I stop falling asleep and wake up with coughing fits.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on October 31, 2012, 03:57:17 PM
A co-worker just gave me the "Men are from Mars, women are from Venus" bit, so I told her that I was from Eris.
She got confused, so I think it worked.
:lulz: I like this.
Speaking of communication between sexes, I just learned that the female voice activates the male emotional center, which is why men think women are emotional when they talk.
:lulz:
More proof of the Malicious God theory. And an explanation for all the many times I've heard "why are you being so emotional about this?" when I was not being emotional at all, causing me to go :?
I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown
I managed to make it into work. I will remain here until 7. My goal is to make at least 15 hours this week (i have 5 benefit time).
I might do a combo catholic irish pagan ancestor thing tonight because its samhain. I like samhain more than christmas or thanksgiving and im not going to let my air passageways ruin the whole thing for me. Then ill see if i can get some holiness going on here.
Quote from: CAKE on October 31, 2012, 08:26:41 PM
I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown
Well, that's just too bad (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKCnHWas3HQ).
I AM BACK. AND. I HAVE PILLZ HERE.
In regard to your voicemail, my Good Reverend, I did indeed see those maps, and fully concur with your postulated theorem.
Welcome bck phox!
Hey Garbo, on DSLRs: Canon tends to have the edge in picture clarity, Nikon is awesome because you can use pre-DSLR lenses on your DSLR. They're both pretty solid. Also, these interchangeable lens compact digital cameras that don't have the bulky SLR element are worth considering:
http://www.amazon.com/Panasonic-DMC-GF1-Four-Thirds-Interchangeable-Aspherical/dp/B002MUAEX4/ref=cm_lmf_tit_1
I'd also recommend looking at lenses with a 1.4 aperture or larger for low light performance and dramatic bokeh, the latter which is surprisingly hard to achieve in the digital format.
I just got ham juice all over myself.
Quote from: Cain on October 31, 2012, 09:10:48 PM
Quote from: CAKE on October 31, 2012, 08:26:41 PM
I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown I don't want to go downtown
Well, that's just too bad (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKCnHWas3HQ).
:cry:
Quote from: CAKE on November 01, 2012, 12:02:24 AM
I just got ham juice all over myself.
How does Ham feel about that?
Forgot how long the Litany of Saints was.
Will not recite again with sore throat.
Now for the fun bit.
Quote from: Net on October 31, 2012, 11:41:49 PM
Hey Garbo, on DSLRs: Canon tends to have the edge in picture clarity, Nikon is awesome because you can use pre-DSLR lenses on your DSLR. They're both pretty solid. Also, these interchangeable lens compact digital cameras that don't have the bulky SLR element are worth considering:
http://www.amazon.com/Panasonic-DMC-GF1-Four-Thirds-Interchangeable-Aspherical/dp/B002MUAEX4/ref=cm_lmf_tit_1
I'd also recommend looking at lenses with a 1.4 aperture or larger for low light performance and dramatic bokeh, the latter which is surprisingly hard to achieve in the digital format.
Thanks! I just passed that along to her. :)
Quote from: Doktor D. Jennifer Phox on October 31, 2012, 10:18:02 PM
I AM BACK. AND. I HAVE PILLZ HERE.
In regard to your voicemail, my Good Reverend, I did indeed see those maps, and fully concur with your postulated theorem.
I already greeted you, but OH HAI PHOXXY!
Yeah, so I spent a year worried about Dr James Semaj, after his disappearance.
Then it turns out he's been avoiding us in favor of Facebook.
Yay.
TGRR,
Isn't worried anymore. Fuck that guy.
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:46:59 AM
Yeah, so I spent a year worried about Dr James Semaj, after his disappearance.
Then it turns out he's been avoiding us in favor of Facebook.
Yay.
TGRR,
Isn't worried anymore. Fuck that guy.
Oh. Well. Glad he's ok at any rate. Why'd he bounce though?
So either I have somehow fucked up my knees or the weather is being fucking evil. Or my rock and roll lifestly of dumb hua in the Army is catching up to me.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 12:48:26 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:46:59 AM
Yeah, so I spent a year worried about Dr James Semaj, after his disappearance.
Then it turns out he's been avoiding us in favor of Facebook.
Yay.
TGRR,
Isn't worried anymore. Fuck that guy.
Oh. Well. Glad he's ok at any rate. Why'd he bounce though?
Who knows? Who cares?
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:57:38 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 12:48:26 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:46:59 AM
Yeah, so I spent a year worried about Dr James Semaj, after his disappearance.
Then it turns out he's been avoiding us in favor of Facebook.
Yay.
TGRR,
Isn't worried anymore. Fuck that guy.
Oh. Well. Glad he's ok at any rate. Why'd he bounce though?
Who knows? Who cares?
Because he just disappeared without warning.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 01:03:57 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:57:38 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 12:48:26 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:46:59 AM
Yeah, so I spent a year worried about Dr James Semaj, after his disappearance.
Then it turns out he's been avoiding us in favor of Facebook.
Yay.
TGRR,
Isn't worried anymore. Fuck that guy.
Oh. Well. Glad he's ok at any rate. Why'd he bounce though?
Who knows? Who cares?
Because he just disappeared without warning.
Yeah, turns out that he was 17, and when he asked to be on the demented mailing list, he failed to mention his exact age, or the fact that his parents apparently read all of his mail before they give it to him.
So he was banned (by his folks) from posting here until he turned 18.
Well, he turned 18 a few months later, and then didn't bother coming back. Then he visited not long ago, PM'd me about what happened, ignored my friend request, refused to post, and settled in at Cram's FB board (you know, the ones that aren't allowed to post here or whatnot because it might be disloyalty to Cram).
So I've been worried about him all this time for nothing. So has Phox, IIRC.
So screw him and everyone else that decided that they're too good for us.
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 01:09:44 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 01:03:57 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:57:38 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 12:48:26 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:46:59 AM
Yeah, so I spent a year worried about Dr James Semaj, after his disappearance.
Then it turns out he's been avoiding us in favor of Facebook.
Yay.
TGRR,
Isn't worried anymore. Fuck that guy.
Oh. Well. Glad he's ok at any rate. Why'd he bounce though?
Who knows? Who cares?
Because he just disappeared without warning.
Yeah, turns out that he was 17, and when he asked to be on the demented mailing list, he failed to mention his exact age, or the fact that his parents apparently read all of his mail before they give it to him.
So he was banned (by his folks) from posting here until he turned 18.
Well, he turned 18 a few months later, and then didn't bother coming back. Then he visited not long ago, PM'd me about what happened, ignored my friend request, refused to post, and settled in at Cram's FB board (you know, the ones that aren't allowed to post here or whatnot because it might be disloyalty to Cram).
So I've been worried about him all this time for nothing. So has Phox, IIRC.
So screw him and everyone else that decided that they're too good for us.
Pity.
That does remind me however, do you have my current mailing address in Somerville?
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 01:19:52 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 01:09:44 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 01:03:57 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:57:38 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 12:48:26 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:46:59 AM
Yeah, so I spent a year worried about Dr James Semaj, after his disappearance.
Then it turns out he's been avoiding us in favor of Facebook.
Yay.
TGRR,
Isn't worried anymore. Fuck that guy.
Oh. Well. Glad he's ok at any rate. Why'd he bounce though?
Who knows? Who cares?
Because he just disappeared without warning.
Yeah, turns out that he was 17, and when he asked to be on the demented mailing list, he failed to mention his exact age, or the fact that his parents apparently read all of his mail before they give it to him.
So he was banned (by his folks) from posting here until he turned 18.
Well, he turned 18 a few months later, and then didn't bother coming back. Then he visited not long ago, PM'd me about what happened, ignored my friend request, refused to post, and settled in at Cram's FB board (you know, the ones that aren't allowed to post here or whatnot because it might be disloyalty to Cram).
So I've been worried about him all this time for nothing. So has Phox, IIRC.
So screw him and everyone else that decided that they're too good for us.
Pity.
That does remind me however, do you have my current mailing address in Somerville?
Nope. Hit me with a PM.
I feel another letter-writing binge coming on.
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 01:23:33 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 01:19:52 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 01:09:44 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 01:03:57 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:57:38 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 12:48:26 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:46:59 AM
Yeah, so I spent a year worried about Dr James Semaj, after his disappearance.
Then it turns out he's been avoiding us in favor of Facebook.
Yay.
TGRR,
Isn't worried anymore. Fuck that guy.
Oh. Well. Glad he's ok at any rate. Why'd he bounce though?
Who knows? Who cares?
Because he just disappeared without warning.
Yeah, turns out that he was 17, and when he asked to be on the demented mailing list, he failed to mention his exact age, or the fact that his parents apparently read all of his mail before they give it to him.
So he was banned (by his folks) from posting here until he turned 18.
Well, he turned 18 a few months later, and then didn't bother coming back. Then he visited not long ago, PM'd me about what happened, ignored my friend request, refused to post, and settled in at Cram's FB board (you know, the ones that aren't allowed to post here or whatnot because it might be disloyalty to Cram).
So I've been worried about him all this time for nothing. So has Phox, IIRC.
So screw him and everyone else that decided that they're too good for us.
Pity.
That does remind me however, do you have my current mailing address in Somerville?
Nope. Hit me with a PM.
I feel another letter-writing binge coming on.
Sent.
I let the PO Box expire. It became an unnecessary expense. I expect to be here for quite some time.
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 01:09:44 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 01:03:57 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:57:38 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 12:48:26 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:46:59 AM
Yeah, so I spent a year worried about Dr James Semaj, after his disappearance.
Then it turns out he's been avoiding us in favor of Facebook.
Yay.
TGRR,
Isn't worried anymore. Fuck that guy.
Oh. Well. Glad he's ok at any rate. Why'd he bounce though?
Who knows? Who cares?
Because he just disappeared without warning.
Yeah, turns out that he was 17, and when he asked to be on the demented mailing list, he failed to mention his exact age, or the fact that his parents apparently read all of his mail before they give it to him.
So he was banned (by his folks) from posting here until he turned 18.
Well, he turned 18 a few months later, and then didn't bother coming back. Then he visited not long ago, PM'd me about what happened, ignored my friend request, refused to post, and settled in at Cram's FB board (you know, the ones that aren't allowed to post here or whatnot because it might be disloyalty to Cram).
So I've been worried about him all this time for nothing. So has Phox, IIRC.
So screw him and everyone else that decided that they're too good for us.
THAT'S what happened to him?
Yeah, a courtesy "I'm alive" post would have been in order :kingmeh:
:argh!:
Quote from: Richter, Baron von on November 01, 2012, 01:34:27 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 01:09:44 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 01:03:57 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:57:38 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 12:48:26 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:46:59 AM
Yeah, so I spent a year worried about Dr James Semaj, after his disappearance.
Then it turns out he's been avoiding us in favor of Facebook.
Yay.
TGRR,
Isn't worried anymore. Fuck that guy.
Oh. Well. Glad he's ok at any rate. Why'd he bounce though?
Who knows? Who cares?
Because he just disappeared without warning.
Yeah, turns out that he was 17, and when he asked to be on the demented mailing list, he failed to mention his exact age, or the fact that his parents apparently read all of his mail before they give it to him.
So he was banned (by his folks) from posting here until he turned 18.
Well, he turned 18 a few months later, and then didn't bother coming back. Then he visited not long ago, PM'd me about what happened, ignored my friend request, refused to post, and settled in at Cram's FB board (you know, the ones that aren't allowed to post here or whatnot because it might be disloyalty to Cram).
So I've been worried about him all this time for nothing. So has Phox, IIRC.
So screw him and everyone else that decided that they're too good for us.
THAT'S what happened to him?
Yeah, a courtesy "I'm alive" post would have been in order :kingmeh:
:argh!:
Yeah, well, he posts on Cram's FB page. I guess he didn't bother there, either.
Oh, and this is for you, Richter:
http://www.cbsnews.com/2300-504784_162-10014101.html?tag=page
:lulz:
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 01:43:14 AM
Quote from: Richter, Baron von on November 01, 2012, 01:34:27 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 01:09:44 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 01:03:57 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:57:38 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 12:48:26 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:46:59 AM
Yeah, so I spent a year worried about Dr James Semaj, after his disappearance.
Then it turns out he's been avoiding us in favor of Facebook.
Yay.
TGRR,
Isn't worried anymore. Fuck that guy.
Oh. Well. Glad he's ok at any rate. Why'd he bounce though?
Who knows? Who cares?
Because he just disappeared without warning.
Yeah, turns out that he was 17, and when he asked to be on the demented mailing list, he failed to mention his exact age, or the fact that his parents apparently read all of his mail before they give it to him.
So he was banned (by his folks) from posting here until he turned 18.
Well, he turned 18 a few months later, and then didn't bother coming back. Then he visited not long ago, PM'd me about what happened, ignored my friend request, refused to post, and settled in at Cram's FB board (you know, the ones that aren't allowed to post here or whatnot because it might be disloyalty to Cram).
So I've been worried about him all this time for nothing. So has Phox, IIRC.
So screw him and everyone else that decided that they're too good for us.
THAT'S what happened to him?
Yeah, a courtesy "I'm alive" post would have been in order :kingmeh:
:argh!:
Yeah, well, he posts on Cram's FB page. I guess he didn't bother there, either.
Oh, and this is for you, Richter:
http://www.cbsnews.com/2300-504784_162-10014101.html?tag=page
:lulz:
:fap:
Ah, how quickly people will use their children for shields...
Quote from: Richter, Baron von on November 01, 2012, 02:21:38 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 01:43:14 AM
Quote from: Richter, Baron von on November 01, 2012, 01:34:27 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 01:09:44 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 01:03:57 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:57:38 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 12:48:26 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:46:59 AM
Yeah, so I spent a year worried about Dr James Semaj, after his disappearance.
Then it turns out he's been avoiding us in favor of Facebook.
Yay.
TGRR,
Isn't worried anymore. Fuck that guy.
Oh. Well. Glad he's ok at any rate. Why'd he bounce though?
Who knows? Who cares?
Because he just disappeared without warning.
Yeah, turns out that he was 17, and when he asked to be on the demented mailing list, he failed to mention his exact age, or the fact that his parents apparently read all of his mail before they give it to him.
So he was banned (by his folks) from posting here until he turned 18.
Well, he turned 18 a few months later, and then didn't bother coming back. Then he visited not long ago, PM'd me about what happened, ignored my friend request, refused to post, and settled in at Cram's FB board (you know, the ones that aren't allowed to post here or whatnot because it might be disloyalty to Cram).
So I've been worried about him all this time for nothing. So has Phox, IIRC.
So screw him and everyone else that decided that they're too good for us.
THAT'S what happened to him?
Yeah, a courtesy "I'm alive" post would have been in order :kingmeh:
:argh!:
Yeah, well, he posts on Cram's FB page. I guess he didn't bother there, either.
Oh, and this is for you, Richter:
http://www.cbsnews.com/2300-504784_162-10014101.html?tag=page
:lulz:
:fap:
Ah, how quickly people will use their children for shields...
And amazing how, when threatened, they all cower in a clump.
How the FUCK did people survive long enough to discover fire?
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 02:35:08 AM
Quote from: Richter, Baron von on November 01, 2012, 02:21:38 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 01:43:14 AM
Quote from: Richter, Baron von on November 01, 2012, 01:34:27 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 01:09:44 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 01:03:57 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:57:38 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 12:48:26 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:46:59 AM
Yeah, so I spent a year worried about Dr James Semaj, after his disappearance.
Then it turns out he's been avoiding us in favor of Facebook.
Yay.
TGRR,
Isn't worried anymore. Fuck that guy.
Oh. Well. Glad he's ok at any rate. Why'd he bounce though?
Who knows? Who cares?
Because he just disappeared without warning.
Yeah, turns out that he was 17, and when he asked to be on the demented mailing list, he failed to mention his exact age, or the fact that his parents apparently read all of his mail before they give it to him.
So he was banned (by his folks) from posting here until he turned 18.
Well, he turned 18 a few months later, and then didn't bother coming back. Then he visited not long ago, PM'd me about what happened, ignored my friend request, refused to post, and settled in at Cram's FB board (you know, the ones that aren't allowed to post here or whatnot because it might be disloyalty to Cram).
So I've been worried about him all this time for nothing. So has Phox, IIRC.
So screw him and everyone else that decided that they're too good for us.
THAT'S what happened to him?
Yeah, a courtesy "I'm alive" post would have been in order :kingmeh:
:argh!:
Yeah, well, he posts on Cram's FB page. I guess he didn't bother there, either.
Oh, and this is for you, Richter:
http://www.cbsnews.com/2300-504784_162-10014101.html?tag=page
:lulz:
:fap:
Ah, how quickly people will use their children for shields...
And amazing how, when threatened, they all cower in a clump.
How the FUCK did people survive long enough to discover fire?
We got lucky and lightening struck that weird guy over there who doesn't like to huddle in the herd. Too smelly he said. Guess who's the smelly one now? Har har!
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on November 01, 2012, 03:03:18 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 02:35:08 AM
Quote from: Richter, Baron von on November 01, 2012, 02:21:38 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 01:43:14 AM
Quote from: Richter, Baron von on November 01, 2012, 01:34:27 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 01:09:44 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 01:03:57 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:57:38 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 12:48:26 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:46:59 AM
Yeah, so I spent a year worried about Dr James Semaj, after his disappearance.
Then it turns out he's been avoiding us in favor of Facebook.
Yay.
TGRR,
Isn't worried anymore. Fuck that guy.
Oh. Well. Glad he's ok at any rate. Why'd he bounce though?
Who knows? Who cares?
Because he just disappeared without warning.
Yeah, turns out that he was 17, and when he asked to be on the demented mailing list, he failed to mention his exact age, or the fact that his parents apparently read all of his mail before they give it to him.
So he was banned (by his folks) from posting here until he turned 18.
Well, he turned 18 a few months later, and then didn't bother coming back. Then he visited not long ago, PM'd me about what happened, ignored my friend request, refused to post, and settled in at Cram's FB board (you know, the ones that aren't allowed to post here or whatnot because it might be disloyalty to Cram).
So I've been worried about him all this time for nothing. So has Phox, IIRC.
So screw him and everyone else that decided that they're too good for us.
THAT'S what happened to him?
Yeah, a courtesy "I'm alive" post would have been in order :kingmeh:
:argh!:
Yeah, well, he posts on Cram's FB page. I guess he didn't bother there, either.
Oh, and this is for you, Richter:
http://www.cbsnews.com/2300-504784_162-10014101.html?tag=page
:lulz:
:fap:
Ah, how quickly people will use their children for shields...
And amazing how, when threatened, they all cower in a clump.
How the FUCK did people survive long enough to discover fire?
We got lucky and lightening struck that weird guy over there who doesn't like to huddle in the herd. Too smelly he said. Guess who's the smelly one now? Har har!
:lulz:
How ya doin', kiddo?
Semaj was 17?
That explains a few things.
Expect him to post again at 22. Please be kind. Believe it or not, I remember 17-23. It was a weird fucking time.
LMNO
- 23 though 30 was kind of a blur, though.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on November 01, 2012, 03:29:38 AM
Semaj was 17?
That explains a few things.
Expect him to post again at 22. Please be kind. Believe it or not, I remember 17-23. It was a weird fucking time.
LMNO
- 23 though 30 was kind of a blur, though.
I wouldn't know. While everyone else was emotarding out at age 17, I was cursing myself as a dumbfuck at Fort Benning.
So I did all that shit when I was 34-35. :lol:
See, you got your "the world is a cruel and ugly place" training early. I had to wait until I hard actually convinced myself I knew what was "really going on".
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on November 01, 2012, 03:33:23 AM
See, you got your "the world is a cruel and ugly place" training early. I had to wait until I hard actually convinced myself I knew what was "really going on".
Actually, it was more like a bad case of chiggers up the pance.
And I still have no fucking clue what's "really going on".
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 02:35:08 AM
Quote from: Richter, Baron von on November 01, 2012, 02:21:38 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 01:43:14 AM
Quote from: Richter, Baron von on November 01, 2012, 01:34:27 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 01:09:44 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 01:03:57 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:57:38 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 12:48:26 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:46:59 AM
Yeah, so I spent a year worried about Dr James Semaj, after his disappearance.
Then it turns out he's been avoiding us in favor of Facebook.
Yay.
TGRR,
Isn't worried anymore. Fuck that guy.
Oh. Well. Glad he's ok at any rate. Why'd he bounce though?
Who knows? Who cares?
Because he just disappeared without warning.
Yeah, turns out that he was 17, and when he asked to be on the demented mailing list, he failed to mention his exact age, or the fact that his parents apparently read all of his mail before they give it to him.
So he was banned (by his folks) from posting here until he turned 18.
Well, he turned 18 a few months later, and then didn't bother coming back. Then he visited not long ago, PM'd me about what happened, ignored my friend request, refused to post, and settled in at Cram's FB board (you know, the ones that aren't allowed to post here or whatnot because it might be disloyalty to Cram).
So I've been worried about him all this time for nothing. So has Phox, IIRC.
So screw him and everyone else that decided that they're too good for us.
THAT'S what happened to him?
Yeah, a courtesy "I'm alive" post would have been in order :kingmeh:
:argh!:
Yeah, well, he posts on Cram's FB page. I guess he didn't bother there, either.
Oh, and this is for you, Richter:
http://www.cbsnews.com/2300-504784_162-10014101.html?tag=page
:lulz:
:fap:
Ah, how quickly people will use their children for shields...
And amazing how, when threatened, they all cower in a clump.
How the FUCK did people survive long enough to discover fire?
Waitafuckingminute...
Richter? Isn't that the wallpaper in the hallway at your place?
What's going on?
This --> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f39Zs0gB87c
8)
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 01:09:44 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 01:03:57 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:57:38 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 12:48:26 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:46:59 AM
Yeah, so I spent a year worried about Dr James Semaj, after his disappearance.
Then it turns out he's been avoiding us in favor of Facebook.
Yay.
TGRR,
Isn't worried anymore. Fuck that guy.
Oh. Well. Glad he's ok at any rate. Why'd he bounce though?
Who knows? Who cares?
Because he just disappeared without warning.
Yeah, turns out that he was 17, and when he asked to be on the demented mailing list, he failed to mention his exact age, or the fact that his parents apparently read all of his mail before they give it to him.
So he was banned (by his folks) from posting here until he turned 18.
Well, he turned 18 a few months later, and then didn't bother coming back. Then he visited not long ago, PM'd me about what happened, ignored my friend request, refused to post, and settled in at Cram's FB board (you know, the ones that aren't allowed to post here or whatnot because it might be disloyalty to Cram).
So I've been worried about him all this time for nothing. So has Phox, IIRC.
So screw him and everyone else that decided that they're too good for us.
To my knowledge Cram has never expressed to anyone that he would be upset if they posted here, or implied the same. He certainly has never expressed that sentiment to me privately.
Roger, I feel like theres a lot of people out there whose feelings about PD have changed or are changing, and that thats a reflection on how they feel about a webpage, not about you. I dont think I engage with you less via PD because I've grown to be disinterested in you as an individual, but because its not the place for me it first was (or because I'm not the person I was when I arrived). And I think probably most people who've spent time here (although I'm sure theres discussions I haven't seen) would jump at the chance to spend time with you because they value PD/forums/internet time/whatever less; not because the value the people they connect to less.
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:32:28 AM
Quote from: CAKE on November 01, 2012, 12:02:24 AM
I just got ham juice all over myself.
How does Ham feel about that?
:eek: :oops: :eek: :oops: :eek: :oops:
I didn't ask...
Quote from: CAKE on October 31, 2012, 08:25:59 PM
Speaking of communication between sexes, I just learned that the female voice activates the male emotional center, which is why men think women are emotional when they talk.
:lulz:
More proof of the Malicious God theory. And an explanation for all the many times I've heard "why are you being so emotional about this?" when I was not being emotional at all, causing me to go :?
hahahaha! OMG I WANT THE CITATION FOR THIS!
http://youtu.be/f17fWth3YgA
YAY OLD PEOPLE!
These folks are awesome. Especially the old black woman who wants to cock-punch Romney.
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/15978839
QuoteIn schizophrenia, auditory verbal hallucinations (AVHs) are likely to be perceived as gender-specific. Given that functional neuro-imaging correlates of AVHs involve multiple brain regions principally including auditory cortex, it is likely that those brain regions responsible for attribution of gender to speech are invoked during AVHs. We used functional magnetic resonance imaging (fMRI) and a paradigm utilising 'gender-apparent' (unaltered) and 'gender-ambiguous' (pitch-scaled) male and female voice stimuli to test the hypothesis that male and female voices activate distinct brain areas during gender attribution. The perception of female voices, when compared with male voices, affected greater activation of the right anterior superior temporal gyrus, near the superior temporal sulcus. Similarly, male voice perception activated the mesio-parietal precuneus area. These different gender associations could not be explained by either simple pitch perception or behavioural response because the activations that we observed were conjointly activated by both 'gender-apparent' and 'gender-ambiguous' voices. The results of this study demonstrate that, in the male brain, the perception of male and female voices activates distinct brain regions.
And
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superior_temporal_gyrus
QuoteThe superior temporal gyrus has been involved in the perception of emotions in facial stimuli.
Quote from: Cain on November 01, 2012, 10:41:10 AM
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/15978839
QuoteIn schizophrenia, auditory verbal hallucinations (AVHs) are likely to be perceived as gender-specific. Given that functional neuro-imaging correlates of AVHs involve multiple brain regions principally including auditory cortex, it is likely that those brain regions responsible for attribution of gender to speech are invoked during AVHs. We used functional magnetic resonance imaging (fMRI) and a paradigm utilising 'gender-apparent' (unaltered) and 'gender-ambiguous' (pitch-scaled) male and female voice stimuli to test the hypothesis that male and female voices activate distinct brain areas during gender attribution. The perception of female voices, when compared with male voices, affected greater activation of the right anterior superior temporal gyrus, near the superior temporal sulcus. Similarly, male voice perception activated the mesio-parietal precuneus area. These different gender associations could not be explained by either simple pitch perception or behavioural response because the activations that we observed were conjointly activated by both 'gender-apparent' and 'gender-ambiguous' voices. The results of this study demonstrate that, in the male brain, the perception of male and female voices activates distinct brain regions.
And
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Superior_temporal_gyrus
QuoteThe superior temporal gyrus has been involved in the perception of emotions in facial stimuli.
Thank you, Cain. Oh man imma have so much fun with this fact.
Quote from: Placid Dingo on November 01, 2012, 07:30:50 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 01:09:44 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 01:03:57 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:57:38 AM
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 12:48:26 AM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 12:46:59 AM
Yeah, so I spent a year worried about Dr James Semaj, after his disappearance.
Then it turns out he's been avoiding us in favor of Facebook.
Yay.
TGRR,
Isn't worried anymore. Fuck that guy.
Oh. Well. Glad he's ok at any rate. Why'd he bounce though?
Who knows? Who cares?
Because he just disappeared without warning.
Yeah, turns out that he was 17, and when he asked to be on the demented mailing list, he failed to mention his exact age, or the fact that his parents apparently read all of his mail before they give it to him.
So he was banned (by his folks) from posting here until he turned 18.
Well, he turned 18 a few months later, and then didn't bother coming back. Then he visited not long ago, PM'd me about what happened, ignored my friend request, refused to post, and settled in at Cram's FB board (you know, the ones that aren't allowed to post here or whatnot because it might be disloyalty to Cram).
So I've been worried about him all this time for nothing. So has Phox, IIRC.
So screw him and everyone else that decided that they're too good for us.
To my knowledge Cram has never expressed to anyone that he would be upset if they posted here, or implied the same. He certainly has never expressed that sentiment to me privately.
Roger, I feel like theres a lot of people out there whose feelings about PD have changed or are changing, and that thats a reflection on how they feel about a webpage, not about you. I dont think I engage with you less via PD because I've grown to be disinterested in you as an individual, but because its not the place for me it first was (or because I'm not the person I was when I arrived). And I think probably most people who've spent time here (although I'm sure theres discussions I haven't seen) would jump at the chance to spend time with you because they value PD/forums/internet time/whatever less; not because the value the people they connect to less.
But what is PD? It's a collection of people. It's you and me and Nigel and Pixie and LMNO and Cain and everyone else here.
And while you may not say as much as you used to, you didn't fuck off without even saying "goodbye", and when asked, essentially say that "You're all my friends, but I'm bored with you now. On to the next fad."
Quote from: Pixie on November 01, 2012, 10:21:50 AM
Quote from: CAKE on October 31, 2012, 08:25:59 PM
Speaking of communication between sexes, I just learned that the female voice activates the male emotional center, which is why men think women are emotional when they talk.
:lulz:
More proof of the Malicious God theory. And an explanation for all the many times I've heard "why are you being so emotional about this?" when I was not being emotional at all, causing me to go :?
hahahaha! OMG I WANT THE CITATION FOR THIS!
Pretty sure this is it: http://www.psychiatry.dept.shef.ac.uk/publications/607
I haven't read the article, so I'm going on the word of my sociology professor, but she's a pretty accomplished researcher.
Oh, Cain got to it first. :lol:
Had a pretty fun time at a party last night, being rowdy and obnoxious and giving the ol' Freeky schtick a good airing.
The room we're supposed to be moving into from our temporary arrangement is suddenly looking a bit uncertain. The couple that was planning on moving to NY is stressed to the point of possibly breaking up, and that was going to be our more permanent arrangement. Sounds like the place they were going to move to fell through, Sandy accidentally'd the region, and a miscommunication between them last night has at least one of them abruptly rethinking their coupledom.
It's probably going to be fine, as they're both very intelligent, funny, and good communicators. Arguments amongst significant others are all part of the joy of intimate relationships, it's just the whole natural disaster thing that might be magnifying things just a wee bit.
In other news, I spent most of my day off yesterday meditating on those multistoried, tortuous arrays of overpasses that knot around major freeway junctions. I made an unsatisfying attempt to capture the idea with my camera, but wasn't able to find the original vantage point I noticed from the passengers seat of my coworker's car on the way to work.
170 some pictures later, the best shot (which I don't think is very good) happened to be one that came out pretty sharp even though I bumped the tripod halfway through the 20 second exposure:
(http://i.imgur.com/ojyuX.jpg)
While the mission was a failure, it was nice to get away from everyone for a while.
I have a weird thing that I'm not sure how I feel about it.
So, one of my longtime friends has become friends with my former housemate, the one who is the psycho ex-girlfriend of another longtime friend. The one who tried to sabotage a bunch of my friendships.
I have had a party on Halloween night every Halloween for about ten years. It's normally my one big annual event that everyone expects and everyone comes to. I am actually getting quite sick of it, to tell the truth, but that's another story.
Anyway, about a week after I posted my invite, I started hearing from other people that my friend was also sending invites. They were confused, and assumed that she was passing along an invitation to my party. Turns out, actually, she had decided to have her own party, and psycho ex-housemate was in charge of the invites. I don't really have to read much into it for it to be obvious what that was all about; she decided to hold a competing party for psycho ex-housemate because psycho ex-housemate wasn't invited to mine.
So I don't know how I feel about this friend at this point. Not because it's some big betrayal, but because I know she's done pills with psycho ex-housemate and the party thing is weird and I'm not sure I trust her anymore. I feel like I should probably distance myself from her.
Quote from: Net on November 01, 2012, 04:17:38 PM
The room we're supposed to be moving into from our temporary arrangement is suddenly looking a bit uncertain. The couple that was planning on moving to NY is stressed to the point of possibly breaking up, and that was going to be our more permanent arrangement. Sounds like the place they were going to move to fell through, Sandy accidentally'd the region, and a miscommunication between them last night has at least one of them abruptly rethinking their coupledom.
It's probably going to be fine, as they're both very intelligent, funny, and good communicators. Arguments amongst significant others are all part of the joy of intimate relationships, it's just the whole natural disaster thing that might be magnifying things just a wee bit.
In other news, I spent most of my day off yesterday meditating on those multistoried, tortuous arrays of overpasses that knot around major freeway junctions. I made an unsatisfying attempt to capture the idea with my camera, but wasn't able to find the original vantage point I noticed from the passengers seat of my coworker's car on the way to work.
170 some pictures later, the best shot (which I don't think is very good) happened to be one that came out pretty sharp even though I bumped the tripod halfway through the 20 second exposure:
(http://i.imgur.com/ojyuX.jpg)
While the mission was a failure, it was nice to get away from everyone for a while.
That's a good picture, I like it. Down by Liberty Glass, near the Alleyway of the Ozarks?
Yeah, I like it, too! The lighting is neat and the lines are nice.
Also, urge to kick Romney repeatedly is rising. BINDERS FULL OF WOMEN.
ETA: I already had heard about it, of course, but hearing it out of the horse's mouth is another thing entirely.
What does that even mean? :?
It means that he intentionally hired females based on their gender because he knew his governorship was merely meant to be a stepping stone to pennsylvania ave
Rather than hiring women based on their qualifications in the first place that is. The other side of this story is that womens groups were lobbying him to hire women. Romney treats mormon women differently than other women. He treats other women better. Because he knows he has to to maintain his image.
He hired "binders full" of women when he was staffing his cabinent/senior staff because he wondered why there were no qualified women on the lists he was looking over. He says he went to women's groups for help, blah blah blah.
I don't buy that for a second. I'd have to do some research, but I'm betting there was a lot of hollering and demands that he eventually caved to (if he wasn't flat out lying about having the most equitably gendered cabinent/senior staff. Which is distinctly possible).
(so, what Twiddy said)
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on November 01, 2012, 05:24:42 PM
He hired "binders full" of women when he was staffing his cabinent/senior staff because he wondered why there were no qualified women on the lists he was looking over. He says he went to women's groups for help, blah blah blah.
I don't buy that for a second. I'd have to do some research, but I'm betting there was a lot of hollering and demands that he eventually caved to (if he wasn't flat out lying about having the most equitably gendered cabinent/senior staff. Which is distinctly possible).
(so, what Twiddy said)
Yes, the women's group went to HIM.
Well, that's fucked up.
For further insight into romneys character and how he treats women google judy dushku (who also happens to be elizas mother)
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 05:32:05 PM
For further insight into romneys character and how he treats women google judy dushku (who also happens to be elizas mother)
"judy dushku mitt romney" was like the fourth google search suggestion.
Shes a mormon prochoice feminist. Romney was her bishop. She gets contacted a lot- to the point where she said- this is the last interview im doing about romney. I have more important things to worry about.
Spent the last two days fighting with idiot pediatrics office to get medical records to the school before the little man gets kicked out of kindergarten tomorrow. *fingers crossed*
Shots?
Two shots he got three years ago that didn't get passed on to the new pediatrician because the old one was butts.
Quote from: CAKE on November 01, 2012, 04:22:09 PM
I have a weird thing that I'm not sure how I feel about it.
So, one of my longtime friends has become friends with my former housemate, the one who is the psycho ex-girlfriend of another longtime friend. The one who tried to sabotage a bunch of my friendships.
I have had a party on Halloween night every Halloween for about ten years. It's normally my one big annual event that everyone expects and everyone comes to. I am actually getting quite sick of it, to tell the truth, but that's another story.
Anyway, about a week after I posted my invite, I started hearing from other people that my friend was also sending invites. They were confused, and assumed that she was passing along an invitation to my party. Turns out, actually, she had decided to have her own party, and psycho ex-housemate was in charge of the invites. I don't really have to read much into it for it to be obvious what that was all about; she decided to hold a competing party for psycho ex-housemate because psycho ex-housemate wasn't invited to mine.
So I don't know how I feel about this friend at this point. Not because it's some big betrayal, but because I know she's done pills with psycho ex-housemate and the party thing is weird and I'm not sure I trust her anymore. I feel like I should probably distance myself from her.
Yep. Seriously. Walk away.
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 08:06:54 PM
Quote from: CAKE on November 01, 2012, 04:22:09 PM
I have a weird thing that I'm not sure how I feel about it.
So, one of my longtime friends has become friends with my former housemate, the one who is the psycho ex-girlfriend of another longtime friend. The one who tried to sabotage a bunch of my friendships.
I have had a party on Halloween night every Halloween for about ten years. It's normally my one big annual event that everyone expects and everyone comes to. I am actually getting quite sick of it, to tell the truth, but that's another story.
Anyway, about a week after I posted my invite, I started hearing from other people that my friend was also sending invites. They were confused, and assumed that she was passing along an invitation to my party. Turns out, actually, she had decided to have her own party, and psycho ex-housemate was in charge of the invites. I don't really have to read much into it for it to be obvious what that was all about; she decided to hold a competing party for psycho ex-housemate because psycho ex-housemate wasn't invited to mine.
So I don't know how I feel about this friend at this point. Not because it's some big betrayal, but because I know she's done pills with psycho ex-housemate and the party thing is weird and I'm not sure I trust her anymore. I feel like I should probably distance myself from her.
Yep. Seriously. Walk away.
Yeah... she sent me an apology/excuse about how ex-housemate asked her if she could throw a party at her place over a month ago, etc etc. and at first I was thinking "no hard feelings" but the more I thought about it the more I felt it's a cop-out.
And ex-housemate, AKA SWF, has often expressed how envious she is of my Halloween party. It was a direct bid to compete, to get friends to "choose" her over me. WHAT THE FUCK, IS THIS HIGH SCHOOL OR SOMETHING? Jesus! :lol:
I just don't have time for people who play weird power-attention games in my life. Although it is, you know, vaguely flattering that SWF wants to be me that desperately. Also, scary/squicky that she doesn't have enough friends of her own to have a party on her own.
And the funny thing is that I didn't even WANT to host the party. I would have been thrilled to tell everyone that it was as someone else's house this year.
Quote from: CAKE on November 01, 2012, 09:37:36 PM
Yeah... she sent me an apology/excuse about how ex-housemate asked her if she could throw a party at her place over a month ago, etc etc. and at first I was thinking "no hard feelings" but the more I thought about it the more I felt it's a cop-out.
And ex-housemate, AKA SWF, has often expressed how envious she is of my Halloween party. It was a direct bid to compete, to get friends to "choose" her over me. WHAT THE FUCK, IS THIS HIGH SCHOOL OR SOMETHING? Jesus! :lol:
I just don't have time for people who play weird power-attention games in my life. Although it is, you know, vaguely flattering that SWF wants to be me that desperately. Also, scary/squicky that she doesn't have enough friends of her own to have a party on her own.
Yeah, I have utterly run out of patience with control games and passive aggressive shit, so I know where you're at.
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 01, 2012, 09:48:42 PM
Quote from: CAKE on November 01, 2012, 09:37:36 PM
Yeah... she sent me an apology/excuse about how ex-housemate asked her if she could throw a party at her place over a month ago, etc etc. and at first I was thinking "no hard feelings" but the more I thought about it the more I felt it's a cop-out.
And ex-housemate, AKA SWF, has often expressed how envious she is of my Halloween party. It was a direct bid to compete, to get friends to "choose" her over me. WHAT THE FUCK, IS THIS HIGH SCHOOL OR SOMETHING? Jesus! :lol:
I just don't have time for people who play weird power-attention games in my life. Although it is, you know, vaguely flattering that SWF wants to be me that desperately. Also, scary/squicky that she doesn't have enough friends of her own to have a party on her own.
Yeah, I have utterly run out of patience with control games and passive aggressive shit, so I know where you're at.
I don't think people expect me to confront things like this directly. I hate petty sideways drama bullshit. SWF WANTS it to turn into drama, because it makes her feel important to suck people into her games, but that's not gonna happen.
It's not earth-shattering in itself, but it's a big red flag as far as your friend goes. Fuck. :sad:
En route to band practice even though i dont want to. Were opening for a national act two weeks from today so its not really like i can skip out. Maybe ill just mumble my lyrics.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 01, 2012, 11:08:55 PM
En route to band practice even though i dont want to. Were opening for a national act two weeks from today so its not really like i can skip out. Maybe ill just mumble my lyrics.
That can be your thing!
:breaks out flannel shirt:
:stops showering:
So I'm probably not going to be coming back ever again. I just didn't want to be a dick and not say goodbye
Quote from: Bu☆ns on November 02, 2012, 01:12:24 AM
So I'm probably not going to be coming back ever again. I just didn't want to be a dick and not say goodbye
Sorry to see it happen, Burns. Take care.
Quote from: Bu☆ns on November 02, 2012, 01:12:24 AM
So I'm probably not going to be coming back ever again. I just didn't want to be a dick and not say goodbye
???
What eoc said. Hope all is well.
Quote from: Bu☆ns on November 02, 2012, 01:12:24 AM
So I'm probably not going to be coming back ever again. I just didn't want to be a dick and not say goodbye
WTF? Why?
Quote from: Bu☆ns on November 02, 2012, 01:12:24 AM
So I'm probably not going to be coming back ever again. I just didn't want to be a dick and not say goodbye
Really sorry to hear that, dude. :(
Shit fuck damn, Nigel. You attract nearly as many crazies as Roger does. :lulz: :horrormirth:
Buck up, man Twid. OR I'LL COME AND GET YOU. :zombie: :hosrie: :taco: :batman:
Oh, damn. Bye, Burns. :sad:
I saved the day today for my friends who got a flat tire by running over a flat tire. Also some other lady who had broken down before the flat tire occurred. I has a happy for halping. :)
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on November 02, 2012, 04:30:43 AM
Buck up, man Twid. OR I'LL COME AND GET YOU. :zombie: :hosrie: :taco: :batman:
I did. Made it through practice. I forget Pat's wife is a nurse sometimes, so right away she started giving me syrups and tablets and such.
I did my mumble thing. It made one of the songs so comically bad that we were all trying to keep a straight face.
We were also watching this channel, which made the cough syrup an immediate necessity.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=biArkwUaURA
Finally getting the fuck back out of Maine. In 10 hours I'll be on a bus bound for Virginia Beach. By saturday afternoon, I'll be on said beach wiggling my toes in the sand. I'm still pretty bummed out about how everything has gone down in the last month or two, still processing the fact that my life has been completely and utterly turned upside down, but I feel like this might be the kick in the ass I need to get out of the rut that my life had become. And for the first time in over 10 years I find myself without any pressing interpersonal obligations and I'm kinda digging the idea that I get to live for myself for the next little while.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 02, 2012, 04:36:30 AM
I did. Made it through practice. I forget Pat's wife is a nurse sometimes, so right away she started giving me syrups and tablets and such.
I did my mumble thing. It made one of the songs so comically bad that we were all trying to keep a straight face.
Good. :D
Quote from: East Coast Hustle on November 02, 2012, 04:48:33 AM
Finally getting the fuck back out of Maine. In 10 hours I'll be on a bus bound for Virginia Beach. By saturday afternoon, I'll be on said beach wiggling my toes in the sand. I'm still pretty bummed out about how everything has gone down in the last month or two, still processing the fact that my life has been completely and utterly turned upside down, but I feel like this might be the kick in the ass I need to get out of the rut that my life had become. And for the first time in over 10 years I find myself without any pressing interpersonal obligations and I'm kinda digging the idea that I get to live for myself for the next little while.
The first part is sucky, the last bit is awesome. :D LIVE IT UP, FOO'.
Quote from: East Coast Hustle on November 02, 2012, 04:48:33 AM
Finally getting the fuck back out of Maine. In 10 hours I'll be on a bus bound for Virginia Beach. By saturday afternoon, I'll be on said beach wiggling my toes in the sand. I'm still pretty bummed out about how everything has gone down in the last month or two, still processing the fact that my life has been completely and utterly turned upside down, but I feel like this might be the kick in the ass I need to get out of the rut that my life had become. And for the first time in over 10 years I find myself without any pressing interpersonal obligations and I'm kinda digging the idea that I get to live for myself for the next little while.
The last bit is the bright side.
Best of luck, man!
Quote from: Bu☆ns on November 02, 2012, 01:12:24 AM
So I'm probably not going to be coming back ever again. I just didn't want to be a dick and not say goodbye
:sad: :sad: :sad:
Quote from: Bu☆ns on November 02, 2012, 01:12:24 AM
So I'm probably not going to be coming back ever again. I just didn't want to be a dick and not say goodbye
I know why, not. Tipareth was someone from your area. Maybe your wife or a close friend.
I wish you'd have said something. I also wish Tipareth hadn't come off in such a rude fashion. As I said, Tipareth is smart, but needs to remember that there are other smart people in the room.
That being said, I'm sorry it happened, and I'm sorry you're leaving.
But before you go, there's something I want to tell you, but if you're actually gone I won't bother typing it out.
You interested in hearing it?
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 02, 2012, 02:12:13 PM
Quote from: Bu☆ns on November 02, 2012, 01:12:24 AM
So I'm probably not going to be coming back ever again. I just didn't want to be a dick and not say goodbye
I know why, not. Tipareth was someone from your area. Maybe your wife or a close friend.
I wish you'd have said something. I also wish Tipareth hadn't come off in such a rude fashion. As I said, Tipareth is smart, but needs to remember that there are other smart people in the room.
That being said, I'm sorry it happened, and I'm sorry you're leaving.
But before you go, there's something I want to tell you, but if you're actually gone I won't bother typing it out.
You interested in hearing it?
Wait... so Tipareth comes in, is a total prick so people were rude back, but Tipareth is Burns' SO, so now he has to leave? After being here for many years?
Um. Abusive and controlling much, Tipareth? What I have seen so far suggests something very ugly.
I've been having an affair with PD for years, and my wife suspects nothing.
Quote from: CAKE on November 02, 2012, 02:45:31 PM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 02, 2012, 02:12:13 PM
Quote from: Bu☆ns on November 02, 2012, 01:12:24 AM
So I'm probably not going to be coming back ever again. I just didn't want to be a dick and not say goodbye
I know why, not. Tipareth was someone from your area. Maybe your wife or a close friend.
I wish you'd have said something. I also wish Tipareth hadn't come off in such a rude fashion. As I said, Tipareth is smart, but needs to remember that there are other smart people in the room.
That being said, I'm sorry it happened, and I'm sorry you're leaving.
But before you go, there's something I want to tell you, but if you're actually gone I won't bother typing it out.
You interested in hearing it?
Wait... so Tipareth comes in, is a total prick so people were rude back, but Tipareth is Burns' SO, so now he has to leave? After being here for many years?
Um. Abusive and controlling much, Tipareth? What I have seen so far suggests something very ugly.
I don't know that Tipareth is his SO. They're from the same area, but on different IP #s. Might just be a close friend.
In any case, I hope Burns comes back, if only long enough to talk about it.
I forgot how angry shopping IRL makes me.
Why would you name your child Regan? Why? If anyone from PD has done so, I would like an explanation.
On a similar topic: I got my first no-call/no-show. I feel like a real professional now.
AND I have some time this morning to PD and do a couple weeks worth of homework real quick.
SO WHAT'S GOING ON?
Burns, why? How? Where would you GO?
Quote from: Alty on November 02, 2012, 05:06:43 PM
Why would you name your child Regan? Why? If anyone from PD has done so, I would like an explanation.
On a similar topic: I got my first no-call/no-show. I feel like a real professional now.
AND I have some time this morning to PD and do a couple weeks worth of homework real quick.
SO WHAT'S GOING ON?
Burns, why? How? Where would you GO?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Logan's_Run
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 02, 2012, 05:08:44 PM
Quote from: Alty on November 02, 2012, 05:06:43 PM
Why would you name your child Regan? Why? If anyone from PD has done so, I would like an explanation.
On a similar topic: I got my first no-call/no-show. I feel like a real professional now.
AND I have some time this morning to PD and do a couple weeks worth of homework real quick.
SO WHAT'S GOING ON?
Burns, why? How? Where would you GO?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Logan's_Run
I can get on board with that. I used to joke around that my life would hit a downward trajectory the moment I turned 21. For a couple years it was true, too.
Quote from: CAKE on November 02, 2012, 02:45:31 PM
Quote from: Reverend Roadkill on November 02, 2012, 02:12:13 PM
Quote from: Bu☆ns on November 02, 2012, 01:12:24 AM
So I'm probably not going to be coming back ever again. I just didn't want to be a dick and not say goodbye
I know why, not. Tipareth was someone from your area. Maybe your wife or a close friend.
I wish you'd have said something. I also wish Tipareth hadn't come off in such a rude fashion. As I said, Tipareth is smart, but needs to remember that there are other smart people in the room.
That being said, I'm sorry it happened, and I'm sorry you're leaving.
But before you go, there's something I want to tell you, but if you're actually gone I won't bother typing it out.
You interested in hearing it?
Wait... so Tipareth comes in, is a total prick so people were rude back, but Tipareth is Burns' SO, so now he has to leave? After being here for many years?
Um. Abusive and controlling much, Tipareth? What I have seen so far suggests something very ugly.
THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS
So, i might have a job offer where i get to
a)move from Dallas to the San Francisco area (adventure!)
b)do a completely different type of engineering (from flight simulation to sulfuric acid production)
c)make a good amount more dollars. (maybe damn near twice!)
keeping my fingers crossed!
Good luck, Ippy! I hope you get it. :D
Thanks, Garbo!
are there any San Francisco area spags?
Two hour train trip to get this relationship shit straightened out once and for all.
Wish me luck folks. I need it.
good luck, Waffle. Iron it out.
Quote from: The Waffler on November 02, 2012, 06:41:58 PM
Two hour train trip to get this relationship shit straightened out once and for all.
Wish me luck folks. I need it.
Good luck. Listen to your beard. It knows the score.
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on November 02, 2012, 06:40:56 PM
Thanks, Garbo!
are there any San Francisco area spags?
I think there's one, who used to throw a Kallisticon in the summer. Don't know about anyone else. I'm about three hours away.
ALSO. WAFFLES. Hope you get things worked out her. :)
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on November 02, 2012, 07:19:07 PM
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on November 02, 2012, 06:40:56 PM
Thanks, Garbo!
are there any San Francisco area spags?
I think there's one, who used to throw a Kallisticon in the summer. Don't know about anyone else. I'm about three hours away.
ALSO. WAFFLES. Hope you get things worked out her. :)
That's St Mae. Iptuous, I can shoot you her facebook link tonight, if you like.
sure, that'd be cool. although i feel bad enough bugging people that i actually know with questions, let alone people that i've not met. (that sounds like a personal problem though, i guess...)
i thought you killed your myface blogpage?
Oh man. Good luck, IPPIE!!!!!!!!
Good luck Waffle Man!!!!!
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on November 02, 2012, 07:25:23 PM
sure, that'd be cool. although i feel bad enough bugging people that i actually know with questions, let alone people that i've not met. (that sounds like a personal problem though, i guess...)
i thought you killed your myface blogpage?
Myspace? I never had Myspace.
ETA: Oh, Facebook. Naw...But I only use it for trolling usergroups now.
I'mma do the things that I wanna do
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
I eat my candy with the pork and beans
Excuse my manners if I make a scene
I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like
I'm fine and dandy with the me inside
I look in the mirror and I'm tickled pink
I don't give a hoot about what you think
Freeky,
bored.
Good luck norseman!
I liked it freeky. It was a fun poem to read.
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 02, 2012, 09:20:24 PM
I liked it freeky. It was a fun poem to read.
It's the chorus from Pork and Beans. :)
Apparently my hourly hacking sessions in the mens room are both quite audible and unsettling. :lulz:
Quote from: Nephew Twiddleton on November 02, 2012, 09:39:09 PM
Apparently my hourly hacking sessions in the mens room are both quite audible and unsettling. :lulz:
:lulz:
Aaand, lost my job.
I had a weird feeling about this place from the start... Started off talking about how they were looking for a temp-to-perm, that the temp they HAD was leaving...
I'm there for weeks, and a bunch of little things... They never get my e-mail box set up... There are training meetings, but I'm not invited to them... Granted, it was stuff I was already GOOD at, but THEY didn't really know, at that point, that I knew their time and attendance system better than any of them, including the HR guy running it...
Temp went on vacation. She came back yesterday.
I am driving home from work, and get a call from the agency saying that today's my last day.
What. The. Fuck.
If they'd had the common decency to fucking SAY something on my way out the door, I could have at least grabbed my fucking coffee mug.
:aaa: :argh!: Unprofessional fucktossers.
I second what Richter said. That's beyond shitty!
Seriously...
Unemployment claim filed, and am now digging for new employment.
Contacted the local office of my agency, let them know I'm available. I'll call the other agency I've talked with Monday. And, just applied to a place right in downtown Providence that has an opening.
I am mildly amused that the exact car dealership I applied to and interviewed at when I was job hunting last time, who chose to hire someone else, is now advertising the position again. Guess it didn't work out.
Damn. that sucks, Luna.
what a shitty way to tell you.
Sorry luna. :(
Fuck this shit. Imma be drunk the next couple of months or five.
Quote from: The Waffler on November 03, 2012, 02:58:59 AM
Fuck this shit. Imma be drunk the next couple of months or five.
:sad: I take it the 2 hour train ride was for naught.
Quote from: The Waffler on November 03, 2012, 02:58:59 AM
Fuck this shit. Imma be drunk the next couple of months or five.
Damn. I'm sorry, Waffle. :sad:
I don't usually link to my Facebook profile because there's personal info on here and who knows which ones of you are ninjas and/or assassins. But this thread is just too hilarious to not share.
https://www.facebook.com/vexati0n/posts/545382102145942?ref=notif¬if_t=feed_comment
Quote from: V3X on November 03, 2012, 04:20:34 AM
I don't usually link to my Facebook profile because there's personal info on here and who knows which ones of you are ninjas and/or assassins. But this thread is just too hilarious to not share.
https://www.facebook.com/vexati0n/posts/545382102145942?ref=notif¬if_t=feed_comment
BRB stealing all your ~personal informations~
But no that thread was fucking hilarious, thanks for sharing! :lulz: :lulz:
Is the guy with the Cheney devil goat a corpse? He looks a little grey. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/07/27/political-tattoos-photos_n_1707515.html
Quote from: Richter, Baron von on November 02, 2012, 11:19:18 PM
:aaa: :argh!: Unprofessional fucktossers.
This.
Best of luck getting a decent gig.
Quote from: East Coast Hustle on November 02, 2012, 04:48:33 AM
Finally getting the fuck back out of Maine. In 10 hours I'll be on a bus bound for Virginia Beach. By saturday afternoon, I'll be on said beach wiggling my toes in the sand. I'm still pretty bummed out about how everything has gone down in the last month or two, still processing the fact that my life has been completely and utterly turned upside down, but I feel like this might be the kick in the ass I need to get out of the rut that my life had become. And for the first time in over 10 years I find myself without any pressing interpersonal obligations and I'm kinda digging the idea that I get to live for myself for the next little while.
I remember not having any pressing interpersonal obligations. It was awesome. Take advantage of it, because you know you're just going to get all entangled again...
Quote from: Bu☆ns on November 02, 2012, 01:12:24 AM
So I'm probably not going to be coming back ever again. I just didn't want to be a dick and not say goodbye
:( Sorry to see you go Burns.
And because I'm an asshole:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WA4iX5D9Z64
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on November 02, 2012, 04:35:04 PM
I forgot how angry shopping IRL makes me.
:lulz:
Also, where the fuck is the high five smiley?
Quote from: El Twid on October 05, 2012, 08:19:51 PM
Its always lupus
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