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When I think about FB Discordians and the fact I am not one of them.

I can feel the happy.

It's impressive he was able to let the seed germinate in his ass for that long.

Repeating it too much then.

I have the attention span of a goldfish.

I found a dumped golden retriever once.
He went to a breed rescue group because I had 3 dogs already... but he was probably the best-tempered dog I ever had.

German shedders are pretty awesome though.

Funny, I encountered the news item elsewhere, and hadn't even thought of the possibility of it being murder.  I figured he wanted to off himself, you know?

His family was in the home, I thought, and wondered why he hadn't yet gotten out of his room?

I take that back, can't figure out whether they came home and found him or just went downstairs to check on him.
...But that's an interesting question: Were his parents in the home when he died?

Not implying you aren't right, BTW.  Paranoia is totally justified here.

Personal bitching ahead: please feel free to ignore.

I was an ogre to my co-worker today.
...It was unwarranted in this instance, as he didn't lie on the time sheet *IN THIS INSTANCE*...well, only by 5 minutes...
I had to apologize to him.
But I don't feel really bad about it...probably should, and don't...

...He's (a) been actively rude to me for pretty much my whole stay here, and (b) he arrives late EVERY day, and (c) he often lies about his arrival time on his time sheet and states he was here on time or close to.
If it were just 5 minutes this would not be worth a fight, but we're talking 20 to 40 minute discrepancies here. 

I  now make two printouts of my shift report, one to take with me.  At one point he was altering time on that too. Altering a legal document.
Due to the schedule change he now cannot get away with altering my time on the time sheet by virtue of me being the one that faxes said sheet off, but I don't fill it out in advance, because it'd get "fixed."

...He views me as messy.
  I don't think I'm messy...well here.  No crumbs on the floor, all trash in the trash, empty trash when full.
I'm not a slob on the job.

But unlike him...I don't hose the front desk with lysol, put the trashcan as far away from the desk as possible. I don't empty the trash unless it's actually full. I don't run the vacuum. I do not rub every surface in the front desk area down with lysol wipes.  I do not then spray the entire area with lysol.
This cleaning ritual takes him over an hour.
...And then he runs the vacuum again when he goes off shift and/or repeats the entire sequence.
I *honestly* think he'd go through this hour-and-a-half OCD cleaning ritual no matter HOW sanitary I was, if for no other reason than to sanitize my presence out of the area.  You'd think I showed up stanky...No. 

...He does little passive aggressive, and covert-aggressive things to get back at me...for what I'm not sure, but it probably involves both the OCD thing AND the time thing.
Most just annoying, like making me wait outside the gate for a couple of minutes while I'm hitting the buzzer and he knows it's me
Something I don't do to him.

The worst thing he's done was hose the front desk area with ladies' perfume, after I left a note asking him, politely, to try to show up on time.
He knows I have asthma, the perfume made me sick 3 days running.
After that incident I make sure to park my car in line of sight, because I just don't know, you know?

I know I'm being like a fucking five-year-old: "HE STARTED IT!"
It's stupid of me, it's not the sort of person I want to be. 
I haven't been meditating, either; that's bad. 

I'd feel guiltier, but the bastard's gonna do something.  I know he is.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-25889728

A Texas judge has ordered a hospital to remove the life support of a brain-dead woman being kept alive because she is pregnant.
Judge RH Wallace gave John Peter Smith Hospital until Monday evening to cease life-saving measures for Marlise Munoz.
Mrs Munoz, 33, was 14 weeks pregnant when she fell unconscious in November. It is believed she had a blood clot.
The hospital had argued that a state law prohibits denying life-saving treatment to pregnant patients.

'Legally dead'
Mrs Munoz's husband, Erick, filed suit against the hospital on 14 January, arguing that life-support efforts go against her wishes as a paramedic familiar with end-of-life issues.
"Marlise Munoz is legally dead, and to further conduct surgical procedures on a deceased body is nothing short of outrageous," he claimed in court documents.
The court filing also stipulated that, as Mrs Munoz is technically deceased, "she cannot possibly be a 'pregnant patient'" under Texas health and safety codes.

Mrs Munoz, 33, has remained unconscious since her husband discovered her on the kitchen floor on 26 November while pregnant with the couple's second child.
A blood clot has been listed as a possible cause.
Mr Munoz's lawyers subsequently revealed that Mrs Munoz's foetus - believed to be at 22 weeks gestation and to have been without oxygen for some time before medical intervention in November - was "distinctly abnormal", according to hospital medical records.

On Friday, Judge Wallace ruled the Fort Worth hospital must remove Mrs Munoz's life support by 17:00 local time (23:00 GMT) on Monday.

Let's hope some jackass doesn't make some sort of emergency legal appeal.

I believe that I do not want my knees to bend the wrong way.

That's a very Vinnilla position to take.

Twid,
now needs to punch himself a little hard.

 

[as if they don't really exist.]

I think nobody dreams about swabbing toilets for a living. Or working in a nursing home.  Nobody dreams of picking up roadkill, or of growing up to be a septic-tank pumper or a garbage collector.

Some jobs are not very lovable, but really need doing anyway....and a lot of the jobs that ARE lovable are very highly competitive because a whole LOT of people want to do them.

I think that it's possible to find a sense of purpose in just about any job. But that doesn't mean you love the job you have to do for a paycheck...
And maybe the ideal that everyone should do what they love is either based in naivete...

...Or worse, in treating the toilet swabbers, butt-wipers, garbage collectors, mess removers, burger-slingers, shelf-stockers and all the other assorted humans who labor at crappy little jobs as if they don't really exist. 
Because for some social strata, maybe they don't really exist, you know?

Mental blinders that the well-off and privileged wear to remain in their little privileged la-la land where everyone CAN do what they love, instead of swabbing other people's feces out of public toilets and such.
Because people of that ilk, the well-off, don't always want to look at what reality is really like, otherwise they might realize how not everyone can do it, how privileged they are.  It makes it ever so much easier to ignore the injustices that benefit them and pretend everybody can arrange to do jobs they love.

...*Whew*...
I think that all made sense.  Cutting back on the caffeine ATM.  Maybe repeating the original article too much.

Still, if you are able to find meaning and enjoyment in what you have to do anyway, this is a good thing. 

[Iowa]

Roger, what is your stance on the legalization of emus?

Possession of emu should result in diversion for Quality People, and life at hard labor in the potato mines of Iowa for Those Other People.

sure that's not Idaho?

Idaho is entirely fictional, invented in 1834 by William F. Zittiger as part of an elaborate tax loophole. It's statehood was never revoked because by the time anyone noticed, we had 50 states and everyone thought it would be a real shame to lose that nice, round number.

TRUTH! http://www.fantasymaps.com/stuff/idaho.html

I beg your pardon sir!
I am not Da Ho.

I believe that I do not want my knees to bend the wrong way.

[Iowa]

Roger, what is your stance on the legalization of emus?

Possession of emu should result in diversion for Quality People, and life at hard labor in the potato mines of Iowa for Those Other People.

sure that's not Idaho?

Idaho is entirely fictional, invented in 1834 by William F. Zittiger as part of an elaborate tax loophole. It's statehood was never revoked because by the time anyone noticed, we had 50 states and everyone thought it would be a real shame to lose that nice, round number.

Can't we just substitute Guam?

Guam's a nice thickening agent, I put it in my breakfast smoothie after the ice and frozen fruit, to make it extra-creamy.

I personally never saw what the fuss was all about with llama.  I tried it a few times, even.
  I inhaled. I exhaled.  I stroked an ear or two. 
I scratched it on the head and said "Aww! Who's a nice Llama then?"
I do have to say it was very relaxing.
But I never felt a deep craving for llama afterward.  I could always take or leave llama.

I think this whole llama addiction thing has been greatly exaggerated.  But naturally, since Roger makes his money preventing llama, his vested interest isn't in telling the truth about llama.

I like it too.

As I figured, roads on my way to work this afternoon were littered with shattered car bits. 
Apparently there were about 100 accidents in total in Houston this morning, according to the news.
I saw two wrecks being cleared on the way in to work.
This was in the afternoon, the roads had mostly become ice-free at that point.

...A friend texted me to tell me that a "running of the bulls," being held near where I live is going to get protested by animal-rights groups.
I hadn't heard of this, but I think any chance bulls have to actually mutilate or kill humans is a good thing.  Not inspired to protest.

The finish by the end of the weekend, dammit.