Principia Discordia
Principia Discordia => Apple Talk => Topic started by: Juana on October 04, 2012, 04:31:11 pm
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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)
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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.
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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:
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Sleep apnea confirmed for me.
Twid
musician by evening, fighter pilot by night
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P3nt, we know all about the "scarf".
You perverts are so twisted, herd animals go very quiet when you approach. They know. THEY KNOW.
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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!
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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.
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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.
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:lulz:
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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.
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Wait. I wanted to post WOE, not "just another day in Roger's pance".
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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.
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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.
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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)
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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.
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D: I'm glad you're not dead!
I am functionally immortal.
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Man fuck people from my hometown that joined the Army out of HS, were poor and now say "fuck the poor"
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Why dont you support the troops aj? Do you hate america?
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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.
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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:
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Dragging ass. One more hour of work. Band practice. No bass. Villagers mystery thing is acting up again.
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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.
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:
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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.
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Thats awesome cain!
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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.
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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:
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I missed that. Glad you're okay! Is the tower just old or what?
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.
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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:
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Forty five minutes left of class. I'm so ready for today to be over. Fucking kill me.
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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.
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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.
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You have actual weather, though.
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Yeah, the forcasters say this winter is gonna suck.
incidentally, i'm posting this from the studio. We're laying down guitar tracks. Yippie!
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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?
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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.
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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.
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Yup. Galaxy. He's got a new studio, and it's totally AWESOME. It sounds huge.
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Lol he told me. Ran into him outside the rosebud. No more crackheads outside.
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God, what a day!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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You're our own St Gulik, you are.
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You're our own St Gulik, you are.
MIGHTY ARIZONA St Gulik, mind you.
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Yea, verily.
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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.
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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.
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Good luck Nigel.
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A stressed Nigel is a clear sign of impending doom. Make your time.
How's the gaping hole in your stomach these days?
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^^^^That.
Brought just my kindle today in hopes I would be less distracted than with my laptop. Not sure that's going to happen.
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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:
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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. :(
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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.
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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
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So, it's Lupus?
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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.
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Its always lupus
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JESUS FUCK
I THINK I AM BEING HELD UP BY A FUCKING TYPO.
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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.
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Any way you can record that and turn it into a ringtone?
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Losing server in 60 seconds.
See you tards later on.
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(http://www.filmrowproductions.com/xSites/Mortgage/filmrowproductions/Content/UploadedFiles/movie_countdown_00.gif)
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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.
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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.
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?
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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.
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.
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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.
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!!!!!!!!!!!!
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: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.
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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.
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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.
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.
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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.
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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.
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
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I'm going to sound crazy, but I think you have a shitty teacher.
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I forgot to post: It's Friday.
TO THE GAY BAR!
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LMNO
-at the gay bar.
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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.
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I forgot to post: It's Friday.
TO THE GAY BAR!
LMNO
-at the gay bar.
:lulz: That was really cute!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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It's Saturday morning.
TO THE BED IN WHICH I SHALL ENDEAVOR TO SLEEP ALL DAY!
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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.
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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.
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Also, I find mathematicians fixation on "purity" pretty weird. :lulz: It comes up a lot. Have you noticed?
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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.
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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.
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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!!!!!!!
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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?
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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.
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That would be the second best possibility, I think.
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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.
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Urgh, it's not even 8am and I've got to look for a missing student. What a lovely start to a Sunday morning.
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[...] 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. :)
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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:
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[...] 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.
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The older I get, the earlier I want to go to bed, and the earlier I wake up. I'm turning into Grandpa. :argh!:
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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"?
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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Anyway, Thursday night aside, I'm not doing any check-ins until....11 days from now. So I can officially stop caring.
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I'm procrastinating doing my homework SO HARD right now.
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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.
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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.
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Hi. i'm dead.
Or, I wish I was.
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:( What's up?
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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...
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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.
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Hi. i'm dead.
Welcome to the fold, Waffles.
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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! :(
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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.
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Columbus Day means empty office. Time to go play interior decorator again.
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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.
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:( What's up?
Completely exhausted, is all.
Slept 14 hours last night, still exhausted.
Hi. i'm dead.
Thank ye. :)
Welcome to the fold, Waffles.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Right, then, I guess I'll just go make Mike the Engineer lose his shit for a while.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Well, this sucks.
F5
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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/.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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. :)
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Well, I'm at the studio again, and I've got the wireless. What now, bitches?
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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.
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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.
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Hi Alty! Happy birthday!
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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!
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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.
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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.
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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!
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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:
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THE SAUSAGE CREATURE OF RELATIVITY.
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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!"
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OH SNAP, HABBY BIRFDAY, ALTYSPAG!!!!
MY HANDS. THEY ITCH SO MUCH. I CURSE YOU, MOSQUITOES BRED IN THIS HOUSE'S COOLING SYSTEM!! :argh!: :argh!:
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THE SAUSAGE CREATURE OF RELATIVITY.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
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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).
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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.
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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.
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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?!
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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!:
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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.
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!:
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.
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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.
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What is "healthcare"? Do they make you wait six months to exercise or something? HOW IS THIS ENFORCED?????
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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.
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Healthcare gets subsidized? :? :? :?
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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.
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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.
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God I hate Tuesdays. And Fridays. But mostly Tuesdays.
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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.
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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.
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God I hate Tuesdays. And Fridays. But mostly Tuesdays.
Why?
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Everything happens on supernatural tuesdays.
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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.
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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.
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I have found that I quite enjoy a Cain when it's drinking.
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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.
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This place might be built on an ancient Cockney burial ground,
You live in the dump?
Also, agree with LMNO. Drunken Cain is amazing.
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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."
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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.
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Well I suppose there must be some advantage to live over an ancient sewer.
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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.
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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.
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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!!!!!!!!!!
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Imma officially middle management.
Time to start drinking heavily.
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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.
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DUDE COULD HAVE BEEN A MURDERHOBO WITH A SHOTGUN TO YOUR PARTY OF LVL 1 NPCS!!!!!!
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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.
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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!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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!
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Just a drunkandconfusedhobo, not a murderhobo. At least not in the condition he was in at the time.
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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.
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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:
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I just learned that there is a vegan argument against vaccination.
Now I want to set things on fire.
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Vegans? :evil:
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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*
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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The pandas would do it, but they're usually stoned out of their minds.
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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
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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.
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SLUT! :argh!:
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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.
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Unlike.
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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.
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:
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Shit dude. D: :( I'm sorry.
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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.
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Oh man, twid. :( Sorry to hear that.
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Villager and i broke up.
Awww man.
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That sucks balls, dude. :sad:
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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MY SOCIOLOGY PROFESSOR MADE US ARGUE ON A FORUM! NOT EVEN SHITTING YOU!
Wait.
You can get college credits for this? :lulz:
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DUDE COULD HAVE BEEN A MURDERHOBO WITH A SHOTGUN TO YOUR PARTY OF LVL 1 NPCS!!!!!!
Come on dude, he's not in CANADA.
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ALSO I DO WHAT I WANT HONEY MOON FOR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!
GET A JOB, HIPPY!
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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!!!
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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?
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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.
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I'm sorry to hear about that Twid. :(
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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.
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OK I'm really going in studio now. I'll be taking breaks every twenty minutes or so.
Pray for me.
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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.
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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
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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.
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@TWID
Dude, majorly sucky.
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.
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?????
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???????
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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.
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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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.
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So SHUT UP.
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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.
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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!
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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:
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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.
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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.
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Also, back at work. Because the safety technician came in allegedly intoxicated.
TUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSCON!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.
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Wear wool BVD's. Even though it's 120 degrees.
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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.
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And watch out for the hornets.
I've been training the ones out there to...
Oh.
Oops.
Sorry, Roger.
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I just hope you all will remember this, the next time anyone asks you to pray for them.
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Oh, Roger,
send me that playlist, btw.
Twid,
Still single
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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:
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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.
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Damn, Twid. :sad:
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Damn, Twid. :sad:
Working on it. In a better mood today. Except for the coldness.
Twid,
hard nipples
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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.
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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.
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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:
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I have the theme to teeny little super guy from sesame street stuck in my head. Its more amusing than irritting due the unlikelihood.
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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...)
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I really have to train my minds ear to pronounce crochet correctly.
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I've intentionally been pronouncing it crotch-et and asking people if they would like to see it. I'm a bad person.
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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
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Oh, the pain.
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Apropos Crotch-eting. I have to sew my trouser crotch.
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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.
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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!
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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?
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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.
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Amusing: Do a Google image search for "Completely Wrong".
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Amusing: Do a Google image search for "Completely Wrong".
:lulz:
Oh Internet.
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Amusing: Do a Google image search for "Completely Wrong".
:lulz:
Oh Internet.
Facebooked as a LMGTFY link. :lulz:
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I'd actually write something today, but I'm having trouble concentrating for some reason.
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The place is a fucking MORGUE today, isn't it?
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meetings, and meetings. Will be at studio tonight, will bring laptop.
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The place is a fucking MORGUE today, isn't it?
Indeed. Without even the courtesy of a post-mortem bowel release.
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Working on something, my time here is stolen.
Which I have no problem doing, BTW. :lol:
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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.
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Hey, I WOMP'd yuo! What more do you want, a scrotum full of wasp venom?
...
OSHI-
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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This is what I get for
1. The great hornet massacre in August, and
2. Preaching that IN THA NADS shit.
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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.
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What the hell. I didn't even know they came in orange.
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I wonder if this is linked to the orange lego I found today.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Good luck, Twid!
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:
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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.
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Okay, I can see how that's overboard. :lulz: Super concentrated!
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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.
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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:
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Amusing: Do a Google image search for "Completely Wrong".
:lulz: That was awesome!
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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:
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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!
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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.
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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.
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What the hell. I didn't even know they came in orange.
That must sting.
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Haet.
Class is aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalmost over. Thank fucking god. I am going to go home, make hot bourbon tea, and watch the VP debate.
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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:
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Not yet 5: page 21?
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Indeed. And I believe there are more lulz and memes that will be generated than previously anticipated.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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The BBC is saying "Biden won on points" but his manner, smirking, condescending etc will have put off voters.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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I am now referring to December 20, 2012 as the "Anticlimactalypse".
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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 himas 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.
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You didn't ping my gaydar at all, so I'd say no you don't. And that sucks, man. D:
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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"?
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I can see that, certainly.
I think it might actually rain today. PIXIE. IT'S NOT CHILLY/DAMP YET. STAPH. COME BACK IN NOVEMBER!
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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. :(
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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.
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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?
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Well, walking normally and in no pain today.
The horrible toxins already in residence in my testicles ate that hornet venom for fucking breakfast.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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The warts are all.
British people are actually genetically distinct from the rest of humanity: homo sapiens verucca.
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What I like about London is that people will be very polite and call you Guv'nor while robbing you blind.
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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.
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The warts are all.
Oh, I know. It's basically Tucson with a subway system.
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(http://www.furmanfoto.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/graveyard_blog.jpg)
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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:
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Looking is one thing. Talking about doing something about it is another.
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True. Even with the "if I wasn't dating you" qualifier. It's usually best to just keep this stuff to yourself. :lol:
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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.
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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.
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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.
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A cylinder is just a top-heavy cone.
You're welcome.
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(http://www.furmanfoto.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/graveyard_blog.jpg)
What's all that green shit?
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Mold.
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Mold.
Oh, okay. Our mold is mostly black. They must not get much sun there.
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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.
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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.
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Well, I have a better shot at it when I close my door. Like right now, door's closed, and everything's dandy.
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Annnnd the board died for the weekend, I guess.
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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. :)
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Freeky, that's awesome! My parents are awful at money stuff, I wish they had stuff in that area to teach me!
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My mom is good at it simply because their business would be fuckinged royally if she weren't. :lol:
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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
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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?
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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:
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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:
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I think it was a good idea to go reserves now. I think it is helping keep my rage circulating.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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.
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.
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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.
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.
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.
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I think I will be investing a full 15th century harness and pollaxe.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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...
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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.
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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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!!!!!
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.
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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.
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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.
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Check PMs, Wallified.
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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
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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!
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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
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You'll pay for that.
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You'll pay for that.
:hammer:
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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.
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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.
:)
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Annnnd the board died for the weekend, I guess.
I WORKED LATE :crankey:
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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
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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.
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Annnnd the board died for the weekend, I guess.
I WORKED LATE :crankey:
Don't mind me, I'm just being a sniveling jackass.
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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.
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I am not sure people ENJOY being Discordians as much as they just do it because complacency is worse.
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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"
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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:
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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!
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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.
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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?"
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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.
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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.
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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.
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In other words, it's not me driving HER home, it's me DRIVING her home.
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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.
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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.
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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...
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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.
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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:
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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).
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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.
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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."
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I love that gal. She's one of my favorite figures of the era.
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Agreed. Even Sitting Bull liked her. :)
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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.
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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:
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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?
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Oh boy, sounds like a hell of a winner there.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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:
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!
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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)
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It's raining
I tried to get NoLoDeMiel to dig me a swale beside the house today, but he wasn't going for it.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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?
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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.
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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.
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.
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Aaah. I was unaware your basement had a flooding problem.
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Thanks, I appreciate that. It certainly does suck.
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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.
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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!:
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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.
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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.
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Shit, sorry, RWHN, that sucks a ton. Hope y'all can work it out.
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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.
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Infantile alcoholic drink of last week: Absinth + Jägermeister. Ew. Tastes like the next morning.
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.
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They're all perfectly serviceable, excluding Scholastique because who the fuck names their kid Scholastique?
Isn't that an explosive used by militant archivists?
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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.
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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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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.
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:lulz: We get that kind of rain, too
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!
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:
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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
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Most are, I believe.
This is a good question.
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:lulz: We get that kind of rain, too
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!
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.
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D: D: D: D: D:
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And then Leln killed every PDer except me, and I alone have survived to tell thee.
:cry:
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I grow...Bored.
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I feel... stressed.
Everybody I work for is a demanding moron.
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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.
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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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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.
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:lulz: We get that kind of rain, too
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:
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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.
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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.
Wish me luck.
Good luck!
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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.
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Waffle: doing "it's complicated" like no one's business. Hope your boss gets to keep you.
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!
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Back in the studio, back online.
Heya, spags.
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There's a hole in my foot.
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Can you keep spare change in it?
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There's a hole in my foot.
Further proof that Nigel is contagious.
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Greetings, spags. I have a new phone number to give out if you lot aren't
SCURRED.
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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.
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Greetings, spags. I have a new phone number to give out if you lot aren't
SCURRED.
TERRAFIED.
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It occurs to me that I've never seen Squiddy and Refridgerator Perry in the same room.
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Well, I've never seen you and Scatman Crothers together, either.
COINCIDENCE?
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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.
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I saw that on FB. What kind of troll were you two running?
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I saw that on FB. What kind of troll were you two running?
The "we're really interested but we have doubts" troll.
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Now testing Broze's principles, see if he bans me for this business.
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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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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.
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Also, the Free Thinkers are lurking as we speak. LOL.
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"What sort of horrible bastards are they?"
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"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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"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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"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.
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"Help maintain the status quo! That'll show 'em!"
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"Help maintain the status quo! That'll show 'em!"
IF I LEAVE THE SYSTEM, IT WILL LEAVE ME ALONE!
\
:hippie:
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"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.
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Coq au vin comes early this year!
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For those of you looking for extra :lulz: in your diet... www.houstonfreethinkers.com
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:argh!:
This crowd of buttchugger intelligentsia won't let me in!
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: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.
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The FB version. Checking here too.
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"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.
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PROBABLY BECAUSE OF DEVIL MARRYWANNA!
(http://i.imgur.com/XSuoV.jpg)
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What the glorious fuck? :lulz:
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PROBABLY BECAUSE OF DEVIL MARRYWANNA!
(http://i.imgur.com/XSuoV.jpg)
BAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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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.
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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.
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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.
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I'm with ya dok. It kind of pisses me off that when I'm most busy, I have the most ideas.
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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."
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DOOOO EEEEET.
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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.
Ok, 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:
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There's a hole in my foot.
Further proof that Nigel is contagious.
Oops!
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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?
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Yes. I call it, "my work week."
Hence the increase of F5.
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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?
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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.
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The EU has already said that if we pull that shit, they'll throw us out.
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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
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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".
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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
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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.
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Is everything defaulting to MAIN?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"Cold turkey'd out of PD?"
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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.
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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.
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That Hirley's beginning to make sense is a little worrisome, and yes.
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My friend's on TV!
In a political ad...
for the other party...
and I was the first to tell her...
:horrormirth:
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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.
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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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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:
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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?
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No writing implement at your desk? What the hell?
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No writing implement at your desk? What the hell?
Call center.
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Ergh. I'm pretty sure I would stroke out if I had to work a job like that. You've got fortitude, sir.
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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".
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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.
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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.
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Hope you're back with words soon, Freeky.
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.
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Also, Vex, FB is telling me it's your birfday. Is this correct or am I confusing you for someone else?
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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.
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NO BIRFDAY FOR YOU.
Okay, whoever it is, happy birfday.
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In the hospital family center while I wait for Villager's procedure to happen and finish.
Fortunately, they have a laptop here.
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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.
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.
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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.
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1) Stay on laptop until a queue of irate people form behind you
2) Google "viral meningitis" and launch into a coughing fit
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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^^^ 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.
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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.
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Ah, whoops, the helping bit.
But, I found talk therapy pretty effective myself.
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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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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.
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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.
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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.
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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).
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
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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)
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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!
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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?
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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.
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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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).
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Nothing that I'm aware of yet.
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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.
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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.
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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:
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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.
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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.
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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. :)
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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!:
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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.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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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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(https://dl.dropbox.com/u/1715856/clips/PD/THECURE.png)
:lulz:
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!
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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 :)
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.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.
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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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
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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.
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alpha_Centauri_Bb
AND WHOMEVER LIVES THERE SHOULD STAY THERE. THERE ARE ENOUGH ASSHOLES HERE.
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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".
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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.
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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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.
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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!
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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?"
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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++.
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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.
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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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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.
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Man now I am reminded that I should maybe make some kind of plans for my birthday. :argh!:
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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.
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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.
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People actually do stuff for their birthday past the age of 21 (was gonna say 18, but then remembered drinking age)?
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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".
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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!!!'
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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.
: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
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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.
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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.
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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.
: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:
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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.
: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.
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If that condition extends to the rest of Arizona, someone needs to write Springtime for Sheriff Joe.
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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.
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OK good. :)
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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.
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Here's to hoping, Nige.
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.
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.
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.
If that condition extends to the rest of Arizona, someone needs to write Springtime for Sheriff Joe.
:lulz:
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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.
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Also i didnt go back to work after i dropped her off but rather kept her company. Figured she needed it.
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If that condition extends to the rest of Arizona, someone needs to write Springtime for Sheriff Joe.
It does, and someone should.
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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.
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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.
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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.
: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.
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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! :(
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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 -
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.
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That sounds too reasonable to be true. What's the catch?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.)
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Discordia never had rails to start with.
Incidentally, now my shoulder hurts, and I feel mildly drunk. YAY!
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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.
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You're just trying to be more like the Doors, admit it.
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Only this once. Villager is requesting a sick day.
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Kai went and got blood work done this morning. So, there goes step 1.
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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.
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My F5 key just broke.
I guess I'll come back when I get a new keyboard.
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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.
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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.
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You'll always be my porn stash, big boy.
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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.
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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.
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Request for emoticon:
(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fxeHyGFRvyY/UIBO8PHzzrI/AAAAAAAAAlc/3RE9btdFaVE/s372/F5.JPG)
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Request for emoticon:
(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fxeHyGFRvyY/UIBO8PHzzrI/AAAAAAAAAlc/3RE9btdFaVE/s372/F5.JPG)
As soon as I get to my laptop, that motherfucker is IN THERE.
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Piss 'em off.
That usually works. :lol:
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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.
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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.
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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?
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I will once i get home.
Near as i can tell no one read mine either.
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I will once i get home.
Near as i can tell no one read mine either.
:?
Where is it?
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Lit chaotic
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It's pretty damn good. I added the only critique I have, except that maybe the sentences are a tad choppy.
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Thanks- not sure how to fix choppy
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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.
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Might do some editing tonight then.
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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...
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Its because of the 2012 freaks. Their working with two calendars at once made it february.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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Kai went and got blood work done this morning. So, there goes step 1.
Oh good! Any preliminary results?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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I retroactively send him a slainte.
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Happy birfday to the resident Messiah!
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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!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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*
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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
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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.
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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?
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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:
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Off to do Exciting Things for the weekend!
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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:
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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. :)
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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
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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:
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Stella, that's not "kind of" creepy. That's PANTS-WETTINGLY TERRIFYING.
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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.
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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)
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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. :)
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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!
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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.
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SO...My kid goes down to LA.
(http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc7/304763_497982193561571_1985840449_n.jpg)
:lulz:
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You mentioned his disdain for your antics before, and he goes off and meets up with WHO NOW? :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
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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:
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:lulz:
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SO...My kid goes down to LA.
(http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc7/304763_497982193561571_1985840449_n.jpg)
:lulz:
OOOOOHHHHHHH my! :lulz:
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And he will now do EXACTLY what I say, or I forward THAT to his GRANDMOTHER (my mom).
:lulz:
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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:
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Your kid is awesome. :lulz:
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Haha, that's great, Man Yellow! :lulz:
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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:
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And he will now do EXACTLY what I say, or I forward THAT to his GRANDMOTHER (my mom).
:lulz:
You diabolical man! :lulz:
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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.
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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)
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HAHAHAHAHAHA
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:eek: :eek: :eek:
His expression is priceless. Is he going to boil his t shirt or have it fumigated? :lol:
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: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.
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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.
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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. :)
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So, I'm going to play ukulele for and/or with Turbonegro tonight. Might be fun.
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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)
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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.
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I think maybe they need to go on a global tour.
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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.
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: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:
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Look what I found on wikipedia: your tax dollars at work during the Reagan years:
In 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
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I just now noticed the description for "Or Kill Me". :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
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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.
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Look what I found on wikipedia: your tax dollars at work during the Reagan years:
In 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.
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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...
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Look what I found on wikipedia: your tax dollars at work during the Reagan years:
In 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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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...
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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.
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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.
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http://news.yahoo.com/boys-miracle-cure-makes-1st-native-american-saint-041122051.html
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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:
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There is a huge party going on at my house right now.
But I need to poop. What do?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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:
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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.
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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:
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Infection is gone this morning, yay!
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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...
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Good luck with your dog, Freeky!
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Poor doggy. Yay pie!
Yay no infection!
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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.
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I wish i had my notebook with me. But if i did the weird wouldnt be happening.
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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.
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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.
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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:
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!:
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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!"
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: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.
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I can't drink coffee anymore. :cry: I miss it.
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I can't drink coffee anymore. :cry: I miss it.
Why not?
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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?
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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.
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:lulz: :lulz: Yes. Pointed, snarky attention.
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.
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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.
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: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.
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
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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.
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.
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: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.
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.
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: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.
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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?).
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!
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: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.
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: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.
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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!:
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: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.
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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!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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:
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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!
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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:
THOSE CONSPIRING BASTARDS!
"DRINK IT!" THEY SAID! "IT'S ANTIOXIDANT!" THEY SAID!!!!! :argh!:
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I cannot wait to be motherfucking done with school.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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You hail from an interesting town sir.
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Despite claims to the contrary it sounds like he lives in scotland :?
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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:
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Lets just say, choice of drinks and accent aside, there are reasons I adjusted to living in Scotland so easily
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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.
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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
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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.
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who won the Cold War.
McDonalds and Levi Jeans.
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Anyone with a vested interest in obtaining weapons grade plutonium, no questions asked
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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 .
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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.
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Tomorrow i pick up my high school transcripts for the third and hopefully final time.
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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.
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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.
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Lame, LMNO.
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.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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: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.
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: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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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.
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: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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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.
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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.
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I'll make a 85% promise to come over for your next birthday, Roger, if you still want me to come visit.
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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.
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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.
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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:
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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.
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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.
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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:
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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.
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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.
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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:
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Hmmm. Well see wht im doing academically at the time.
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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.
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Tucson is in a lot of trouble. :lulz:
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Still at work.
Hate you all.
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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.
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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:
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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:
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Sorry to hear that, RWHN.
On the other hand, the "adult" comment speaks to a mid-life crisis. Therapists can help with that.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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 relationsh