fine. i was wrong in saying they were "dress" shoes -- just something casual to wear that isn't sneakers and probably won't hurt my feet.
sorry if i hurt your feelings, tinkerbell.
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fine. i was wrong in saying they were "dress" shoes -- just something casual to wear that isn't sneakers and probably won't hurt my feet.
sorry if i hurt your feelings, tinkerbell.
Anyway, joking aside. I do have a question about slip-on boots. Apparently these are Doc Marten (sp? isn't there some TV show with that name?) "Chelsea boot" style. The leather finish is about what I wanted -- something I can wear with jeans or khakis and a sportcoat and not look like a complete tool. They were more in-line in price with what I'd pay for a nice set of trail shoes (like some low-cut Merrill's), but still enough that I want to get a thousand miles of walking out of them. Don't call me a Jew! I just hate shopping and don't like spending money on crap like fashion shit.
I'd estimate daily, just getting from A to B, I put at least three or four miles of pavement walking on them per day. I like to walk, so sue me!
So what to do when the soles wear out? The soles/uppers on trail shoes and trail runners get me about a thousand miles. But these soles are all rubbery and shit -- they don't seem like they'd last. Resole them? Nah.
Fuck it, I should have just gone to K-Mart and bought some regular leather loafers like I used to do.
Need answer fast! zomg!
eta also, WTF with the sizing? there just happened to be a dr marten (or whatever it's called) store by where i commute back home, so I go in, and like "yeah, OK, these look fine, let's try them on" I wear size 13 running/trail shoes. these are fucking 11s. ELEVEN! it's like when Clark Gable insisted no other man on the screen with his shirt off could have chest hair -- it made him feel less macho. god fucking dammit I do not wear 11s! this is humiliating! but i went down to 12s and they still felt too lose. god dammit! fuck!
OK, totally new question, after something totally different. Cause all this fashion shit is giving me the shits.
So I have a modest Facebook page, with a few carefully-selected friends, and a very few mere acquaintances. There are a few high school people -- two or maybe three -- who have gone to do interesting things and/or are amusing to me.
I willy-nilly accepted the friend request from another high school acquaintance -- a well-known novelist. And I liked the stuff she posted to her wall, and life was still good.
Then, all of a sudden, around holidays time, apparently all these other HS people started friend-requesting me. Keep in mind, I went to a small high school, so everyone knew everybody. But these were some of my best friends in high school who were requesting me, so I was, like "OK, accept, accept, blah-de-blah, accept."
A few days ago I decided? My FB page is private, content for friends only. So I just did a Stalin-style purge and unfriended all these people who pestered me with friend requests.
Is that bad?
I actually liked these people -- I mean, we drove in cars together, smoked weed, got jobs together. These aren't just some total randos. But shit, it's been twenty years and you want me to let YOU see what I write on my FB wall to my actual friends?
sorry, no. So, just do an email.
YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just figured it out. These people just wanted to increase their "friend count" (ignoring that, obviously, a lower FB friend list count is superior), and were like "hey why not?"
Fuck, I friend internet people i never met or random barflies all the time, so it's not like I'm exclusive.
But if they have nothing to say, then they are lower than scum to me, socially. eta AND THEY ARE WASTING SPACE ON MY FACEBOOK LIST
So I guess in the course of writing, you decided "not bad"?
Edit: By the way, did you know that you can "unfollow" people on FB without "unfriending" them? Saves me from a lot of illiterate political rants without hurt feelings.
I do know, and I have done that. Still, I don't want people who aren't people I know being included in my "friends" list. It was time to clean house.
To my credit, it took me about a week to decide.
To my discredit, I accepted them in the first place.
To my credit, FB is really annoying about plastering "alert! alert! friend request!" everytime u check out yr page.
oh yeah, so question.
since am on some fashion quest, wtf i just cursorily scanned amazon for a navy blazer (a regular one, without the fancy buttons).
is apparently 40L not a size people carry? i checked land's end and same deal.
SO WHERETF can I buy a nice blazer in navy?
OR.....(yes, I had a long LONG LONG text convo with a buddy about this two days ago...trust me, it was a long conversation exclusively via text), should I just buy a navy suit?
My convo w my friend started with "if I wear a red tie do I look like a republican?"
I saw Bill Murray in Ghostbusters the other night wear a black suit with a red tie for that bank interview and I was like "shit that looks slick!"
apparently according to my bud if you wear a red tie with a black suit you look like a vampire who just feasted.
since i don't need a suit, but i'm trying to spruce up my wardrobe, i think another sportcoat without busted elbows and burned-out pockets. navy blue sounds good.
WTF why can't i find a 40L anyplace online?
just went to JosABanks online. Also, they dicked me on the 40L.
fuck it, might have to just go to the Mall/Banana republic or Macy's
eta fuck it I'm going to men's wearhouse. stupid shit motherfuckers. fuck this shit.
did I mention shopping 4 clothes sucks an ass?
yes?
good.
so new question -- why would multiple, unassociated crews systematically trim bark from various conifers? i'm no tree surgeon, but aside from one dead tree it seems retarded.
Yeah, I would've suggested Jos. A. Bank or Lands End, too. Or have you tried Paul Fredrick? Not the highest quality in the world, but not bad: http://www.paulfredrick.com/Catalog/...sb_Sport_Coats
Thanks for the tip. Man, I hate all this domestic shit, but sometimes got to do it.
So what's up with these arborists flaying big strips of bark off trees?
oh for added interest, i pulled the trigger on http://www.josbank.com/menswear/shop...1_10050_357199 in navy. apparently 41L is as close as I could find. i can always replace the buttons -- have a new sewing needle!
Hey, here's a question: what the hell IS the deal with this office manager?
So yesterday, he came out of his office and actually gave me some helpful warning about this woman I've known for a few years. She's a legit nutjob, but I knew that -- she's been over to my place to listen to me play piano -- and she came up to chat at a friend's place when we were just hanging on the balcony. So she and I are cool -- I think she's pretty nice and her eccentricities amuse me. apparently she's called the sherrifs in the past accusing various residents of some nonsense, so it was a good warning (I'm not concerned -- she thinks I'm some kind of gentleman scholar and I chat with her in passing every now and then).
So that's good -- he's relatively new here, and I think is just getting acclimated to some of the nutjobs around here (mostly older retired people who go apeshit about every little thing in the association).
So I popped my head in the office to ask "hey do you happen to know a pizza joint that delivers to this neighborhood"? He produced a set of coupons for this take-out place across the street -- some special coupons they gave as a sop to new property managers.
So that's cool!
But then he's like -- I can give you a lift up there if you want -- I'm going that way anyway.
Also cool -- I accepted and it was a nice thing.
But still, kind of weird.
I'm going to assume he thinks I'm a twinker and is trying to hit on me.
Which is also cool with me -- I take it as a compliment.
Still, pretty weird. So what am I missing here? Any other explanations?
He could be a hardcore alcoholic and just has diminished inhibitions.
Those are the only two things that come to mind.
If we're ruling out "plans to kill you and cannibalize the corpse", those sound like the most likely, yeah.
My question: Why is my dentist sending me "Happy Birthday" e-mails? Am I supposed to be happy that my dentist's computer remembers me? Am I supposed to be motivated to go in and get five thousand dollars worth of cosmetic surgery out of gratitude?
Hell, I got on American Spirit's mailing list for some reason a long time ago. They send me all kinds of crap like "Happy Thanksgiving!" and, once, a seed packet for some culinary herb. High quality card stock, in envelopes. Fucking bizarre -- just send me a coupon I can give to somebody, already.
Hell yes your dentist is trying desperately to drum up business! Get some braces, already -- he's earned it! Or tip him on Christmas like he's a mailman or garbageman.
Old joke:
A mailman knocks on a door a few days before Christmas to deliver a package. The lady of the house, quite beautiful, is standing there in a negligee and high heels. She invites him in and takes him to bed. The sex is amazing. Afterwards, she takes a dollar from the nightstand and hands it to him.
He's baffled. "What's this for?"
She smiles. "My husband and I were talking about tipping for Christmas - the barber, the garbage man and so on. When your name came up he said, 'Aw, fuck him. Give him a dollar.'"
surprisingly i haven't heard that one. cute joke.
Yes, we are ruling that out, BTW. He's kind of doughy, and roughly my height -- that's what leads me to think he's probably an alkie. I could beat his ass to death if I wanted to, I'm positive.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
OTOH, he's a super nice guy and gives me all kinds of friendly advice and attention when I swing by on my way home to use the wifi up here, so there's no question at all that I want to fight him.
Just saying, I can see him getting out-of-breath after a few minutes of sparring and dropping his guard.
NO THIS IS NOT internet tough guy speech, just saying he's not going to kill me.
I wouldn't rule out cannabilizing me while on bath salts, though -- you never know!
OK, here's a real question.
What ARE the margins like in the premade cigarette business? It can't possibly cost a given company much to package, purchase raw tobacco (paper and filters are, I'm sure, so cheap they can be ignored as raw materials). I know there's a heavy tax load for the retail customer, federal invariant and by (US) state highly variable.
So why don't those fuckers just send me a coupon instead of this bullshit "building good will" junk mail. I don't smoke cigs, but I could conceivably use a coupon if I got a yen to smoke some cigs, or just give them to some of my friends/family who do smoke that jizz-soaked foul product.
I don't know on that one. I don't suppose there's as much money in cigarettes as there used to be, but selling an addictive product still has to be pretty lucrative.
Well, yeah -- that's what I was getting at. The manufacturing equipment is probably very old and well-understood, the raw materials are probably pretty cheap, so they can just crank them out! That was my guess; I was just wondering how to quantify what their businesses' money-structure is. I know most of the companies are conglomerated corporations, but just on strictly cigs, you know.
I'm not thinking of invest in an individual stock share, mind you -- just kind of curious about it, is all.
Hey, here's a fresh question:
should I stop not-unchecking the box for "display signature" on most posts? i thought it was a funny phrase I just happened on, but does it annoy people here to have to look at it every time I post my brilliant contributions? i notice no one else has a siggie.
i mean, i'm not asking for advice for my case in particular, just "how annoying DO you people find signatures in general [the kind on web forums]?"
maybe i'll change it to a giant 'X'
Don't bother me, none. Myself, I just couldn't be bothered to come up with a signature.
Good to know -- I only frequent one other forum these days (a keyboard-player forum), and some of those people get really elaborate with their signatures. That wouldn't be for me -- way too much effort. I just thought "my" quote was hilarious taken entirely out of context.
Here's a good question -- WTF is going on with these blisters on my feet? They never formed blisters properly -- just massive skin taken off. Turns out I had some of those big band-aid type things, but they don't seem to help much.
(a) I'm tempted to just use the hiker's trick and coat my heels with duck tape -- seems like that's a little more sturdy. Doesn't seem too hygienic, but I have gelled alcohol (Purell-type) and am not afraid to use it. Good idea?
(b) WTF? why aren't my sores healing? it's been like three or four days, and I go barefoot in my apartment to let air circulate and such. still hurts like a motherfuck. don't look infected, though, knock wood, maybe it's just my smooth lady-like feet aren't used to this abuse. maybe i should start bathing in milk. fuck. damned. suggestions?
Soothing bath for a few days, sure, but don't be scared to call a podiatrist. Sore feet is a misery.
True. I shouldn't really be complaining -- I know at least one person with neuropathy of the foot -- but that's what I do, is complain.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
Yeah maybe epsom salts foot bath, but, honestly, the rest of my life is a disaster zone, so I'm not going to do that. Just keep barefeet, cleaning with gelled alcohol.
True story -- I test-drove the duck tape (on top of some of those big band-aids (I don't know why they were in my medicine cabinet -- pretty sure my mom must have been doing one of her OCD purges years ago and was like "hey here's some of this!" -- well whatever it was, that was a happy accident, even though they work for shit on my strata of flayed flesh inside heels).
It works! Fucking A -- never had chance to try the old duck-tape salve, but it works fucking great.
I could even keep these boots and just tape my heels every single day.
+1!!!!!!
How is it fucking possible that I drank an entire 1.75L of whiskey yesterday, and woke up feeling tired, but basically OK? Bags under my eyes, sure, and tired as shit, but no tremulous hands, pretty much very good memory of what I did yesterday, didn't insult anybody to their faces, including up to going to bed. Didn't fall down any stairs, didn't piss myself -- I was no Norman Maine.
For those that don't know, that is a SHITLOAD of alcohol. Not sure what my motivation was -- just wanted to shut my brain off and try to forget all these annoying things in my life.
ETA I think the answer is (a) I have developed a tolerance to the chemical and (b) when I woke up, it was still in my system, kind of as a buffer of sorts.
Oh, as a follow-up -- I think my flayed skin on my heels might be hardening into calluses. That's a good thing -- I've been told I have nice feet, probably because I trim my toenails regularly and most people are slovenly hippies, unlike me. But I'm zen with having some nice, tough feet -- probably serve me well.
New question -- I know Bryan Garner and perhaps other scholars of English usage deprecate the (correct) term "duck tape," but do I sound like a pretentious douche when I use the term (obviously in opposition to the standard "duct tape")? My reasoning is that I don't know shit about ducts and duct repair, but the way it's pronounced, the tape, always sounds like "duck" to me -- and I like parsimony.
Actually, and I can't be bothered to research it right now, I seem to recall that there's a theory that "duck tape" is correct, it's the original brand or something. So I wouldn't sweat it.
I don't mind sigs, but for variety's sake appreciate it when they're changed once in awhile.
I always heard it as "duct tape," with "duck tape" as a cute but wrong variant. Here's Wiki; the section on "Usage in spaceflight" is particularly interesting: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duct_tape
No, "duck tape" is the correct term, but deprecated to the vulgarism "duct" tape, in honor of vulgar usage.
But new question -- I am hanging with my parents and after I took my mother's plate to help out I got a lecture about "zomg don't put that plate in the dishwasher!" I'm like "why the fuck not? what's a dishwasher for anyway?"
apparently we have different ideas. of course i'm right, but WTF? either put the dish in the robot machine, or wash it by hand -- don't do both.
I'm with you, Bud. I soak pans with deep issues, but ordinary plates go right in. If the dishwasher and detergent I have aren't up to washing dishes, I work on finding what will.
vindicated! i will never understand why people with dishwashers don't just let the machine do the work.
it's fucking weird to me -- isn't that what the machine is for?
New question: does anyone else who has parents still alive is kind of annoyed spending time with them? I should feel blessed they're both still here, but at the same time, am not exactly overjoyed to spend time with them, usually. Fortunately it's by choice that I choose to see them, but, man, they just have a completely different way of doing things from me.
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Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
NERD FIGHT!Quote:
Originally posted by Elendil's Heir
NERD FIGHT!
first blood!
Here's a legitimate question: why do I all of a sudden have a bunch of aches and pains all over? I guess I'm just getting old, but I don't have shingles or the flu and haven't even had the cold for well over a year.
This is fucked up.
Anybody else just has a problem getting up out of a chair without it hurting? I'm 38 fucking years old -- not ready for the rest home quite yet -- but maybe I am. I had a liver panel about a year ago (or recently, I don't remember) and it was fine, my BP is fine -- from 106/80 to as high as 127/80. Resting pulse rate, fine.
Fucking weird. I blame these new shoes.
And another thing -- does anybody else feel especially more crabby as they get older?
I was always a very VERY serious student, even though I had my wild side (and, frankly, still do), but I have never been as annoyed or crabby at general annoyances as in the past few years. Maybe it's a coping mechanism, or maybe I just don't give a shit.
Know what I mean?
well, the pain, which I think is pretty common as you get older, probably doesn't help with the crankiness. And, I don't know, some people get more cranky as they get older, others get more mellow. Situation has a lot do do with it. If you feel like you should be doing something else, you're probably not gonna be happy, no matter the age.
I politely decline a nerd fight.
As for aging, my usually-soft-spoken grandfather said with great vehemence, "Growing old is hell!"
Good wisdom. I like to figure stuff out for myself, but TBH, sometimes it's damned good to have a second set of ears. That's why I like this place and you people -- helps me figure stuff out, and I hope to be able to someday return the favor, if it's ever needed. lol.
thanks.
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NO!!!! you MUST have a nerd fight! it's the rules!
Fight with tridents! I must say, I'm impressed, EH, you remembered those lines from *Anchorman* -- I have a pretty good memory for recalling things from movies, but I saw the movie just screwing around trying to relax a few years ago. "Smells like bigfoot's dick"! "Jazz flute is for little fairy boys"! Classic stuff.
Unique New York!
Ugh. Here's a real question -- do people actually HAVE hobbies? I know a lot of people enjoy building shit or fixing cars or home dentristry, but none of that is for me. Maybe watching movies or jerking off. But I don't think of studying books or music as hobbies -- they take a lot of my admittedly limited "brain"-power and energy.
So, I should probably get a hobby or whatever, to help me chillax. Drinking beer and watching movies is probably not maximally healthful. But I'm certainly not going to be knitting socks or getting back into cooking -- not unless I've been drinking heavily and am super-bored.
And I don't live near a river, so taking up fishing again isn't a convenient option.
So, what? I already walk a shitload, and I no longer have the time to spend a day pounding out 20-25 miles among these jogger hillbillies, anyway.
Ideas?
Yeah, I probably am not a great person to ask. When I'm not working, I'm probably hanging out with my kid or watching TV with my wife.
I gotta say, though, my mother's love of bird-watching was pretty impressive. And there are lots and lots of them to watch.
or wasting time on mellophant, you forgot to mention!
As my 6-YO nephew seems to constantly ask his grandma "When will Jack get a wife?" He really seems concerned about that. I don't have the heart to say "'Jack' has had a bunch of wives, and it's not that great, little man!"
Fuck, I should probably find a good woman and have a stable life. But, she better be cool as shit and not give me any static -- in return, I can play pretty music on piano. Trust me, I know how to be a solid sender -- and a good cook -- but fuck if I'm a domestic guy in general.
Hey, it's all about give and take.
I will even serenade that bitch -- in honor of valentime day -- trust me, I can and do play like a romantic moron when I like or even (spit!) love the person.
Wow, that was a little bit too much, but you get the idea.
I think of music as a gift to give to someone -- it can be to one person, it can be to a crowd of people at a bar.
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But just like any gift, you offer it freely and accept it graciously.
Did I mention yet that I don't like the way most people do things IRl?
OK, good.
I'm a yankee doodle dandy, yankee doodle do or die. a real nephew of my uncle sam, born on the fourth of july! talk about an earworm...you guys got me started, you hillbilly bitches!
Ugh. I finally sourced a jump-rope that I can start using this coming week.
Is this fucking retarded? It sounds good to me -- get back my push-ups back to a meager 100 qd, and get some cardio+balantce training without having to run through the streets like a moron wearing ridiculous exercise clothes in public.
I'm thinking it's going to help my Lilolman aches and pains something fierce, plus, I don't like feeling like a total puss.
"When is Jack going to get a wife!"
that little shit! i say that with love, but who got that idea in his head!
wait, from a few weeks ago "I don't want Jack to have a wife with dyed hair" (WTF?) "Can she have a car?" (I responded, verbatim "Sure, if she can fix it and I don't have to do anything with it!")
Yesterday I saw my new third nephew -- a week out...named "Ryan" -- jeez these babies are tiny! I guess he was 8.5lbs at birth, which is apparently pretty big. My sister looks great and I suspect she's looking forward to having a glass of wine or a cocktail after nearly a year. Don't blame her one bit! Unfortunately, pretty sure she's not going to be getting a lot of sleep!
Seeing Anchorman again so recently, those lines really stuck in my head. Love 'em!
U.S. Grant was tone-deaf and once allegedly said, "I know just two songs. One is 'Yankee Doodle,' and the other isn't."Quote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
That's hilarious, actually -- I know basically nothing about Grant, except some horrid grumbling from friends down in AtlantaGA.
"When will why doesn't Jack have a wife?" (For some reason he calls me "Jack" -- no idea why, but whatever). ZOMFG! Not every single person on the planet needs to buy some more women or whatever the hell his parents told him!
In a nutshell: Grant, born in Ohio but eventually moving to Illinois, was a West Point grad and a top U.S. general during the Civil War. He displayed real tactical skills early in the war, esp. in capturing the major Confederate fortified city of Vicksburg, Miss., but when placed in command of all U.S. forces basically pounded away against top Confederate commander Robert E. Lee using attrition tactics, at a terrible cost. It worked, though, and after less than a year he won the war. Three years later he was elected President, where he did his best but proved to be not an especially gifted politician. He made some terrible appointments and his administration was noted for its corruption, although he was not crooked himself.
I seem to recall US Grant smoked like 20 cigars qd -- I don't know where I heard that (sometime in HS). That's a lot.
I also recall that Grant's reputation as President has improved a bit in recent years, as historians have considered that his thorough repression of the KKK, which Southern historians had held against him, was probably a good thing.
That's interesting. I fucking hate the KKK! Good for Grant.
I love that name, Ulysses. You still see some people with classical names, like Hector and stuff, but I hope it makes a resurgence in the trends.
If I ever have kid that doesn't get flushed out I shall name him Achilles! Bad-ass.
Make sure he has strong heels.
Yes, Grant smoked a LOT, and eventually died of cancer. There has indeed been something of a reappraisal of Grant's Presidency in recent years, but he still hasn't climbed very far up the historical rankings.
Well duh! I might even dip them in some magic potion!Quote:
Originally posted by Elendil's Heir
OK, serious one -- I spent a day today in bed because of some mysterious environmental allergy.
(a) Do the jennifer lawrence photos @ acidcow.com look like she might have been underage in some of them? That would make me enraged and pretty sick
(b) a soft keyboard bag I've stashed in my bedroom near a window has a LOT of what appears to be mold on it. (i) why and (ii) could that be in part a cause of my recent symptoms (viz, aches, pains, congestion, whatever)? i haven't opened those windows in 5+ years.
(c) is anyone else feeling like they should give something up for Lent? i was chatting with my local local liquor store cat about cigarette brands, and he said "ur a regular customer, so maybe i should order that brand -- a few other people asked about that" so i say "hey, man, not on my account, because i should not be coming here during lent." -- he was honestly had a good rant: "you will die! i have a wife and a kid! don't do it!" I know, just a goof, but srsly I have to reassess my spiritual and corporial realms. Yeah, laugh all you want at the "atheist strict(ish-not-ish) Catholic" but it all makes sense, Wodehouse!
1. I am not going to check out pictures to see if a girl in them is underage. I am certainly prepared to believe there's room for a lot of outrage about what has happened to Jennifer Lawrence.
2. Mould is tough stuff. I kinda doubt that it's making you sick, but I doubt if it's helping.
3. It's been a long time since I gave up something for Lent. I can respect the willpower, but I kinda like my stuff.
Well that's no fun!
Yeah, I like my stuff too, but maybe abstinence is better for a few things, at least for a little while. Like for my imaginary son Achilles, abstaining from not-having sex or not-racecar driving, or my imaginary daughter Clostridia, abstaining from not in-breeding.
er, for that last, it was supposed to be "abstaining from abstaining from not-breeding" obviously
now you see why logic needs stuff more than words?
or.......well, there are better examples.
modal mu-logic! run!!!!!!
We're made of stronger stuff.
Stronger than modal logic's expressive power?
You should know better!
Real question:
Why is it after walking up a pretty good hill and cool weather out, if I go into a grocery store (the heated kind, with plenty of people in it to boot), I almost immediately break out into SEVERE sweat? I'm talking, like if you saw me in a hospital bed, you would say: "ice bath, stat! and tetracycline!"
Believe it or not I've had a year each of college chem and physics, but I think it's something with condensation or something.
ALSO:
Was watching *Yankee Doodle Dandy* again -- I'd forgotten that Cagney was not just a great dancer, but that was some virtuosic shit, at least to my eyes. Not much of a singer, but holy shit he can dance the shit out of that.
So, where'd he learn to do all that shit?
Practice, practice, practice! Natural ability didn't hurt, either.
I'm pretty sure practice could do it. I'm skeptical about the role of talent -- look how many <20 pianists can do very impressive things. I can only notice technique in something like dancing, which I can't/won't/wouldn't do.
Talent, to me, is perfect technique (which a trained ape can do), combined with feeling.
Apparently he got the technique the way anyone else does -- viz., practice -- but not just the feeling but the enthusiasm (real or simulated).
Incredible.
QUESTIONS:
I. What, why, and how to find a backscratcher/exfoliator/loofah for using in the shower? I'm have a good bit of French in my blood, so I don't bathe all that often (but I meticulously groom myself and take pride in my appearance! fuck you! if I had a moustache it would kill your pets and take your women!) My back has been feeling grimy and greasy lately, and although I do my best to thoroughly towel-off, it seems I need to upgrade my arsenal of hygiene-related tools.
II. Is there a better anti-allergy-med than an antihistamine like Benadryl (what is that, like diphenhydramine or something?)? I heard the other day some people got good results from claritin............that is..................fuck, well I can't remember the generic name, but whatever that is......shit that's going to bug me not remembering. oh well,.
III. Pool-players: did anyone else who enjoys playing have as much trouble as I did learning to walk a single ball down the rail to a pocket? for simplicity's sake, let's say ignoring where you have to get around the edges of a side pocket. It only gets worse, but I can tell you the only way I made those shots when I was coming up was basically dumb luck.
All right I need a damned answer statim -- where to get a ball cap with a nice big brim that is actually sized NOT M/L S/M that can fit my fucking head. I can do with 7 5/8, with some stretching, but 7 3/4 is better, and it better have a big enough height to fit my freakish head. Think Barry Bonds, but without the bucks or the fuck.
The usual outdoor stores online have some OK looking ones, including a nice-looking one from Columbia Sportswear that is cheap enough, with the whole desert-style fabric sunshades on the side, but they only say "goes up to 7.25"
Fuck that shit.
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Oh yeah, and I wasn't talking in pool about just a short shot, more like, if the cue is on one end of the long end of the table, and the target is frozen to the rail at the other long end, maybe half-way between the pockets. Let's say there's some natural-english angle there. Yeah, I know the theory since I was a skateboarder punk, but that is fucking difficult. I'd be just as inclined, on a small bar-table, to take my luck with the long bank.
loratidine. i remembered that sometime last night after about 3L of wine. i rule!
OK I have a good one: why do single people have pets like dogs and cats? Excluding people who use dogs for hunting or cats for mousing and the infirm and the disabled, of course.
Yeah I had a cat with this thing I was living with -- it was kind of fun, like having a thing we could do together to amuse ourselves. She'd trim her nails, I'd build crazy rube goldbergesque things for her to climb on, the cat, and the the cat would nestle in bed between us. It was fun!
And people with families -- kind of for the same reason as above -- I think that's great. People who love animals are, IMHO, better than those who do not, and so it's a mitzvah to raise your kids with that ethos.
But WHY would a healthy, single person, male or female, ever want to have a dog or cat? Why not just get a houseplant and spare the rest of us your dumbass pet shitting all over the sidewalk or hiking trails?
I think it's fucking weird, and a sign of being emotionally stunted.
Well, I dunno. When I was single, I never felt the need for a pet, but I've known enough good people who had one that I can't fault them.
Yeah, me too -- one of my very best friends, who still is, albeit down in Hotlanta so haven't seen her in a while, had a big old malamute-ish husky. And for some reason that doggie really "looked up" to me (it was weird, he'd always wait before a door until I went first -- and I'm wasn't an aggressive imposing guy in those days, just a timid scholar).
But seriously, I'm not really trying to fault anyone, I'm just wondering exactly "why?" Are they lonely? Bored? Scared woman who wants a pit-bull but can't afford a boyfriend?
Lonely, most of them, I'd say. I've lived with people so long now that it's hard to remember when I didn't, but I remember being lonely. Myself, I never thought a pet would help, but people differ, eh?
They do indeed. A pet is no guarantor of happiness, but I know people who couldn't really be happy with one.
I'm not quite getting this.Quote:
Originally posted by Elendil's Heir
Speaking of questions, I think I saw something on some other board where EH might be vacationing in Atlanta (no, I'm not stalking, I just occasionally scan the "news") -- TBH, there isn't shit to do for sightseeing in Atlanta, but it's a cool place to kick-back, relax, enjoy the people. I think Sherman saw to that. You gonna have a good time?
ETA and also, watch your fucking back. Even an innocuous-seeming neighborhood can have shit go down in broad daylight.
All right, I got one:
the pollen-count has been high out here for a number of months -- it's not just me, but random people I talk to have confirmed it's fucking shit on ice.
IOW, bad.
So WTF is the deal with waking up every morning and, while shaving, finding random crap around my eyes?
It is fucking crusty.
I "invest" in guaifenesin or whatever in tablet form and use it regularly, and it helps.
But, back to my question, dude, srsly? bags under the eyes, crust around my eye-holes? This is not acceptable.
I can only conclude that the exposure to fresh air that keeps me free from cold/flu is the very thing that contributes to my reaction to pollen.
Is this true or false?
Yeah I need a fucking answer fast! Or....well...maybe I just want an answer fast.
any kind will do.
no, I'm not stalking you, EH, I just saw some rando thread about Atlanta, didn't register the OP, and was like "Hey -- holy shit! I've spent a few weeks in Atlanta -- maybe there is something to do there next time I go visit besides watching drunks puke on the bar on Peachtree! TBH, I don't often bother reading that board, but I do very occasionally view a thread for entertainment's sake. Hell, beats cracked.com or even the NYT these days. ETA I saw three crimes that could have been violent occur when I was there a few years ago in a single day, just sitting on the front porch at my friend+husband's place in Reynoldstown -- not a good neighborhood, but at a glance it would seem like any other lower-middle class neighborhood with "starter houses" and families. It was also hot as hell, with a shitload of june bugs -- and I'm used to humidity and heat. However, the music scene is *incredible* -- assuming you have big ears and can deal with lots of different styles, it's great. I got to jam in a HUGE multi-plex studio with a great drummer, just screwing around, and that was a non-prestigious studio, just in the neighborhood, but a revamped factory with dozens of individual studios, with all the baffling, room treatments, whatever. Who knows what else is out there?
Here's one -- I'm killing a few minutes in the park.
These guys have a MAJOR operation going, spreading out in at least a few blocks -- gawd knows when they started this morning. So they're taking out all ALL the grass with heavy machines, down to the bare dirt.
The cats are working and some are wearing ear protection, so I'm not going to bother them to ask, but why this? Is this a farming thing, like rotating crops or whatever? Never once seen park maintenance done this way.
Just a guess, but it's possible the grass is shot and they're planning to totally re-sod.
Eventually some lady-lawner and a few dudebros came by and in a lull in their conversation I asked WTF! (In a nice way!)
Apparently they do this every year. Don't know why I've never noticed, but apparently that's how they roll.
Yeah, so like, yeah, what *exactly* do people die from if they say "drank himself to death"? Yeah, we all know Dylan Thomas and all the hard cases -- I'm guessing just plain heart failure, probably not helped by diminished respiratory ability.
I hate these slang terms.
Weird. So I am catching some Wifi up at my condo clubhouse, and felt a bit peckish, so I open the fridge and there's a nice Trader Joe salami in there. I figure, hey, community chest, any reasonable person doesn't leave ess in the fridge unless they are 2 lazy to throw it in the trash.
I'm not one of those nurds who carries a multi-tool or a laguiole in his pocket.
Wow, it was like attack of the sugar ants! I don't know where they come from, but, man, they know what's happening.
Anyway, I don't think I'm wrong to have a slice of meat that was left in thet, I'm not clubhouse fridge -- is that a CC&R or something? I figure fair game, and it's a community.
On the same note, a very nice lady went to a lot of trouble to return a flash drive I lost miles away from where I live, and so I like people today and last week.
So, yeah, question is, am I wrong to eat what somebody put in a fridge and apparently discarded? I don't think so, but I want to know if there's some code I'm violating. Believe it or not, I'm not a scumbag looking for a free lunch -- OTOH, I'm no dummy so if I'm hungry, I'll take some food, provided it's legally obtained and I don't step on anyone's toes.
Well, I think most people would figure that if they leave something in a fridge like that, without a name or a "touch and die" note or anything, that they're giving it to the cause.
Thank you! Yeah, I spent more than a few minutes wondering, but in the end, meh, this is basically a public place, so "attractive nuisance" rules apply. Hey, man, it's just a sausage, and what am I going to do, like agonize over it?
Next time don't leave a bunch of shit in the fridge -- I'm not the police, nor competent to decide what is abandoned and what is just "eh, so lazy," or "maybe I'll leave this for the next guy/gal!"
Yeah, I got one. So it seems I basically spend most of my time here doing the same thing I do on FB -- viz., just chatting and occasionally ranting (in a SFW way) -- on my timeline. So, you guys should like friend me on FB (send a PM) and let's just be done with it. This board is far, far better than the other genInt boards, and I enjoy chatting and getting good advice, but half the time it feels like I say the same stuff here that I do on FB.
I'm not on FB and have no plans to be. So stick around, Jizz!
How come old people don't like Facebook?
lol!
I only like it because I very judiciously only hang on my own "timeline" and, because of privacy reasons, as well as basically sanity, just am "friends" with people I actually know. Believe it or not, I actually make it a policy to avoid cursing (well, I can hardly refrain, but I put asterisks where the good stuff goes), in case one of my nephews peeks over my sister's shoulder on her phone or whatever.
But man, I have a few friends RL who are some live wires -- still, it's good fun for me. More fun than just texting mano a mano.
Yeah, I'm gonna stick around here -- you guys are pretty mellow, and, obviously, I enjoy rapping whenever I have a spare minute. Hey, it keeps the voices quiet! (I'm not sure if I'm joking or not -- I have a really vivid internal monologue, as well as some kind of "musical ear syndrome," but at least I know what's real and what's not).
OK, here's a question. Maybe it's a little personal, but something bad happened at the start of this term, financial-aid-wise. It turns out that what they call "post-baccalaureate" students (those who already have a Bachelor's degree and who are returning to either take prerequisites for entry to [mostly technical] graduate school) have a hard limit on a mere 90 credits before they want to cut you off from Federal (US) Loans.
Well, I'm registered for a full load this Spring (a 400-level course on modal logic, other "non-classical" logics, and quantification theory, a Math course on numerical analysis coupled with some semi-bare metal work on implementing some number-theoretical stuff, and a CS course on, basically, reverse engineering in Assembly language), and was really super-stoked to finally be doing some work that "ties together," at least in my own way of thinking.
I guess I have a few options: there is an appeal form that needs to be submitted soon-ish, which I intend to fill out (but there's no guarantee), or, just continue with my courses and end up owing the school a bit chunk of change, which will mean, in the short-run, I won't have access to my transcripts (but I will have the ability to do pretty well in any kind of technical interview), as well as dodging some creditors until I can figure something out, OR, spend about three months passing the Cisco Certified Networking Associate test, which a friend I trust has parlayed into a pretty nice career on the other side of the country (USA).
Even without a CS degree, I think my knowledge of systems-level programming are big checks in the positive column (I'm not a C guru, I know the libraries pretty well, and can hold my own creating object-like ADTs using structs and know many of the idioms people expect). If I go that route, I guess, in addition to updating LinkedIn and angling for an entry-level technical writing job (which, despite what some internet nerds say, I'm as or more qualified than anyone else to do), pick up some temp work in the short term while I fill in some gaps in my knowledge of C++ (not my area of interest, desktop programming, but I'm good enough to grab a cert in that, and in C as well, which I find to be the superior language in every respect except, perhaps, for large-scale projects, as well as the CCNA, which is by all accounts from friends and elsewhere, is pretty challenging -- but, I have a good memory for random details, provided I put in a little elbow grease and it's something I care about).
Apologies for not breaking things up into nice little paragraphs. And, yes, when I wish to, I can actually string some sentences together in whatever level of discourse is appropriate.
Q1
Yeah, so what's the deal with Yan-Can-Cook numerical analysis professor? I love this guy -- super-energetic, and I have zero trouble with his thick accent. But he has a lecturing/demonstrating style similar to a French professor -- everything is punctuated with "right, right?" "you see, OK?" "this part so easy, you see?" as he polls the crowd with his eyes.
Maybe I'm a bit cynosure, but he always looks at me when polling the crowd.
We're doing super-easy implementations at the moment of approximating roots of polynomials in one variable and refining some coding techniques for sets of linear equations. Yeah, no shit, I know. And, it's 11:30 three times a week, so I'm awake and alert and just scrupulously taking notes (because I like to take notes -- keeps me awake, I like paper, and pencils).
At ZERO point do I look confused. When I notice, I make eye contact and nod appropriately (there are degrees of assent, as non-autistic people who are good at non-verbal cues realize).
Q2
Yeah, here's a good one. So I'm at 13 days of a 750 calorie/day diet. Literally. I come home M-F at 17h30-18, eat one box of macaroni and cheese (~750 calories) and have a French press pot of coffee. I cheated exactly ONCE, a week ago, when I drank a gallon of homemade wine. And today, just ten minutes ago, I bought a fifth of corn liquor so am drinking that.
Zero weight loss, according to a bathroom scale with precision one tenth of a pound.
Weird.
Also, I have not been doing my meager set of 100 pushups per day since December or so of last year. And just my usual walking of a few miles a day. So, no muscle.
Also, the sodium of my diet is not in excess of more than 75% of the RDA of sodium.
Q3
i have a bunch of t-shirts. Most of them are (black) and a few solid colors.
My question: I have one with my alma mater (NYU) on it, which happens to be a pretty comfortable t-shirt. i have recently purged all ill-ftting clothes from my closet, and given them to charities.
Am I a dick if I wear this if i have no other clean T-shirt and I'm just knocking-around town? Obviously, NYU's Comparative Literature program is, and was, superior to Columbia's, which is why I went there, but I live i a predominantly-white small town (Portland, OR), where people generally use cars or bicycles to get around, so anything resembling a city of any import is viewed as ridiculous.
At the same time, this is my town -- I grew up here, and chose to return twenty years later. '
Or, should I say, suck it, white peckerwoods?
So, should I destroy all clothes bearing the mark of chocolate cities?
Q3
What would be the problem with wearing an NYU shirt? You went there, it's your shirt, it could be a good icebreaker and lead to some good conversations.
Well, it's no problem. It cost 14.95USD I guess, and it was hanging in my closet from the last time I did laundry (probably years ago).
it's just, in the United States, as I'm beginning to understand, small towns like Portland, OR have some kind of chip on their shoulder about big-city people (even though I was born and raised in true cow-towns though the age of 17 or so in Oregon), so, whatever.
same thing about the black/white thing. Honestly, it's not that I'm a big fan of African-American Culture, but, somehow, African-Americans in a small town like Portland seem to fucking love me. god knows why. i don't fucking love them -- in fact, I don't give a shit. But in a white car-town fly-over town like this, sometimes maybe just it's appreciated.
Write a song about that, spitz, or whatever
If people have a problem with your NYU shirt, maybe it's a quick, easy way to weed out the dickbags, and the cool people won't judge based on a shirt...
Black people probably like you because you don't treat them like shit. Crazy theory, I know!
I can certainly relate to the small town thing. Maybe I should write about that. Will keep you posted.
Yeah. You do that. Go right ahead and do that.Quote:
Originally posted by spitz
Question: I have a new thing prepared for the case when someone gets in my face after I probably offend them.
"What's up, dude?"
--(points finger at person), "You should be more careful."
"What's up, dude?"
--(points finger at person), "I wouldn't worry about it."
"What's up, dude?"
--"You should watch out."
"What's up, dude?"
--(points finger) "I try to not get caught."
"What's up, dude" (from a uniformed person)
--"I can't remember."
"What's up, dude" (from a uniformed person)
--"Hi! Nice weather, isn't it?"
"What's up, dude" (from a uniformed person)
--"Walk and talk..."
What else?
Just try them all. It will ward off the crazies on public transport.
I do use them all.
I'm just wondering what's the best.
I think I've settled on using the jerking-off-hand-motion for when some cager "blocks the box" (i.e., ineptly miscalculates their ability to make it through an intersection, and impedes my traffic), but I'm looking forward to the day somebody questions my authority and, if they say, "What the fuck, asshole," I can point my index finger at them, and say, "It looks like you're going to have a problem."
The key is to become something, and not give a shit about some rando, which is the method.
That's how you make tableaux for extended-K modal logics, and that's how you do combinatorics. Practice, until it becomes part of your repertoire.
It's about change and once you've got it, you can stick with it.
I'm not going to ask, "Does that make sense?," because it makes perfect sense, and it's just the way the world works. So, some of us have to figure it out for ourselves, and I'm glad I did.
I agree with the thinking behind it, it's just I can see the phrase "you're going to have a problem" causing more trouble than it solves.
Well, that's the point. It deflects anything to do with me, and puts it all on the instigator.
Keeps thing simple. [ETA and I'm a simple man: I want to go through life with zero problems, like this guy does. Unfortunately, sometimes people have problems and one has to deal with it. That's why I'm here, and talking: to try to figure it out.]
Is there a flashlight at least as bright as a car's high-beams that can be easily carried in the average person's coat pocket? This is for safety walking at night -- you want to be visible, when needed. And to enrage if not permanently injure dickholes of all stripes, when required.
There must be. We were at a concert on Fri. night, and the lights on the musicians' music stands were noticeably bright and tinted slightly blue.
Yeah, but those are like fresnels or whatever --oh, wait, on the STANDS! Must be LEDs of some kind.
So, what kind? And would they temporarily blind a jackass like the way a car's high-beams can to a car 20 ft away?!!
Need answer fast!
Well, kind of not really.
Let me guess, you saw Itzhak Perlman?
Now I'm pissed off.
Question: did anyone else know Mayweather and Pacquaio were going to fight? I never thought Manny Pac would ever come back. And now to watch it, I need a better computer online than my Chromebook, because Linux is eating up all my streaming space.
Well, yeah, there was a bit of publicity.
Kid and I watched it, it was fun but I wished they'd gone at it harder.
Hagler-Hearns remains the best fight I've ever seen, by a long shot.
I'd type my opinion of the fight, but my arm's too sore. Sigh.
What exactly is the deal with skin fungal growth? I thought it was a sign of diminished immunity, possibly as a result of stress or other trauma. It's fucking annoying. I should probably look into finding and acquiring a loofah (or whatever they're called) and using it.
All right. I just looked at my back in a mirror. The situation is fucking dire. Hair all over the place, fungus, this is not good. In fact, I think it might be medically not good.
eta also my forehead seems to be permanently furrowed. Not a good feeling, but I feel good at attributing that to dehydration and stress.
Tinea versicolor. Fucking gross. I've had outbreaks for all my adult life, but in the depths of my ignorance, about five months ago, I tossed away a tube of (ketocanazole?) -- it was an expensive prescription topical cream. I don't know why I threw it away -- just figured I didn't want it in my bathroom anymore.
I collect molds, spores and fungus.
You need to find another hobby.
Seriously, sorry to hear of your medical problems, Jizz. Hope you feel better, and are better, soon.
Janine Melnitz (sp)? I think Annie Potts is a little long in the tooth for me.Quote:
Originally posted by Elendil's Heir
She probably has less back hair than me, though. Which is a good look for a woman (not having back hair).
Miconazole 2%, is what the kindly pharmacist recommended for OTC stuff after I inquired about Ketoconazole.
Question -- why don't Americans treat pharmacists as the highly-trained medical professionals they are? They aren't just pill-counters and store clerks -- and they are highly regulated by state boards, just as doctors and so forth are.
ANOTHER QUESTION:
So I dropped my beloved tweed because I thought it was better to have a proper elbow-patch-sewing on than suffering through another day worrying if my idiotic half-assed job would hold or if I'd be running down the street trying to catch a loose patch a la Benny Hill.
Yeah, so I was in it to win it, pay them whatever, maybe bargain for them to tack up some loose fabric around the pockets for the same price. You know, haggle.
So I think all I was left with was -- left my jacket two days ago -- and talking to like the fifteen year old daughter of the crazy old lady I spoke with months ago. "Did you speak with my mother?" Well, I don't know, but "I don't know, some lady here." "Was she short?" "Yeah, I guess, shorter than me -- I just want someone to fix this and we said twenty-five dollars was good. Also, I think a good price is to also fix the tears in the side pocket." "Yeah, she my mother. I ask her."\\\
Shit it's been like two days and they haven't even gotten around to it -- I checked on my way to the grocery earlier today.
"We call you...maybe Monday, OK?"
Fucking A. I don't like going to the grocery store during the weekday, much less inspecting some mama-san's handiwork. I should have just dropped it off at a downtown cleaner's -- or just finished the job myself.
Also some high-school girl keeps hassling me at my grocery store. "Back for more? I remember you getting those pizza rolls and forties!" Teh-heh. Whatever, lady -- if I wanted to fuck you, I would have done it. If I wanted some static about the crap I buy on my way back home, I'd have asked for it.
Still, that's a classic teenager's question when asked about her mother: "was she short?" eta You see what I mean, right? She could have said, "She's a Vietnamese with a thick accent, in her mid-fifties," or even "She looks like a wet dog and smells like it -- nasty woman." At least those would have been honest. Passive-agressive: "Was she short?"
That is one snotty little kid -- I hope her mom beats her with a hairbrush.
So, I think I have dry-cleaning-girl figured out -- she just sort of has that usual love-hate thing going on with her mother. Nothing that interesting.
But what about the worker at the grocery store? I don't know if she's trying to flirt, and just isn't very good at it, or if she's trying to imitate the grown-ups and the blacks at the store who usually joke off-the-cuff with me. I have no idea if she's in high-school, just a guess. At any rate, too young and (especially) too stupid for even me. I'm just trying to figure out what exactly the nature of that stupidity is. Keep in mind, I'm like an older, hairier Forrest Gump, so she must be pretty stupid, indeed.
ETA I'm going to settle with that she just hasn't learned how to modulate her tone in public, and is just trying to imitate the off-handed banter older people do. I don't think she's autistic or retarded, just a little too "on the nose" for the usual banter. You know, I don't know these workers' names, like truly old people tend to, just a way to pass the time during the five minutes waiting to pay for my stuff. Never at my instigation -- I hate bothering service people -- but still, just light conversation. Kids don't really understand time.
What's the deal with strange aural eruptions of the ear? A few months ago I had an outbreak of patulous eustachian tube, which was terrifying, but fortunately only lasted a few hours. Just now I had the sensation some really loud buzzing was externally-caused in one ear. Swatting blindly at my head trying to catch imaginary bugs or chainsaws is pretty ridiculous. Extremely vivid.
Yeah, but better to hear them than to see them.
No it isn't! Not for me, anyway. I'm pretty sure I can deal with the odd visual hallucination, but it's fucking terrifying to me to have my aural senses fucked up. Am pretty much half-blind anyway -- the primary way I navigate the world is aurally.
Wow. That surprises me. I would far rather mis-hear something than mis-see it.
So now you can write a pathetic (!) letter to your brother whining about the injustice of it all. Then you could write a symphonic piece about how wonderful joy is. Ha.
What?
You can easily mis-see a city bus barreling at you. Mis-hear it? Unlikely.Quote:
Originally posted by Elendil's Heir
Yeah, so basically her mother "hates" her because she's younger and more attractive, and she "hates" her mother because her mother is a tough boss and she doesn't like being stuck at the dry-cleaner while her friends are at the bowling alley getting some strange.Quote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
Nah, just some kid who sees adults having adult-ish activities -- me buying ghetto beer and snack foods, and people joking with me -- and thinks, "Hey I'm an adult too! Let me in on the game!"Quote:
But what about the worker at the grocery store?
No big secret, nothing to see.
It's more about the surprise of the thing. Ever stand up too fast and get a head-rush, floaters in your eye? That's pretty normal, and is easy to deal with -- obviously, just sit down for a minute and ocular disturbances are a fact of life.Quote:
Originally posted by Elendil's Heir
But one minute "la di da" and the next minute -- "shit my head's in a bucket! i must go to the hospital!" And taking a few minutes to realize: "I probably am NOT having a stroke! Let's ride it out."
That's decidedly less common, in my experience. And therefore, more unsettling.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luo4wUQMwYYQuote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVL7gLwzct0
Yeah, I inferred those references already. I was just wondering what in the hell you were talking about.Quote:
Originally posted by spitzhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luo4wUQMwYYQuote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVL7gLwzct0
ETA NEW QUESTION=======================================
I had some left-over shrimp -- quite a lot of it -- like three days ago, and I'm pretty sure both my urine and body odor still smell like shrimp. I'm not sure I like it. I should go to a ladies bar on singles night, I guess.
Also my brow feels extremely furrowed this past week. I hate it -- I'm usually pretty relaxed and un-tense in the face. This is a new and unpleasant feeling for me. Not very hydrated these days, and short on sleep. Maybe I should get some Botox and shoot myself in the face.
Or get wasted and forget about it.
''Oh mine brow doth furrow. I think I may have the vapors!'' *faints*
Well I don't like it! It feels very...constrained....in my forehead.
Also I have a lot of mucus and "productive" coughs. It's very upsetting.
Aww. Lemme call you a wahmbulance.
Oh, you are made of dick! This is an important thread about serious matters! Respect, yo!
ETA your forehead probably resembles crocodile hide -- sensitive, much?
I do not resemble Gordon Ramsay.
/*New question***************/
I'm thinking of growing a pussy-tickler moustache, a la Maurice Chevalier or Alain Delon.
I think this is the worst idea I've had in years.
However, it would be kind of amusing.
A womb broom? That's how I picture you now.
And...."how i met your mother"....is starting.....sometime.
What's wrong with a dignified pencil moustache?
You will just enhance your ponceness.
Oh screw you. I eat three ponces every day before breakfast.
Had a rib removed, eh?
No but I had your mom's rib removed. It tasted great.
Anyway, talk about my very important questions, spitz! Seriously, what about the grocery-store girl and also the taste of shrimp and my back-hair and fungus?
Crab exchange. Excellent.
I didn't read all that other shit.
But what about my questions? You didn't answer my questions!
You big baby.
The girl doesn't like you. At all. Shrimp tastes good. Stop shaving your back. Freak.
She's a retard kid working at an after-school job! Of course she doesn't "like" me -- I'm probably twice her age. More importantly, I certainly don't "like" her. Shrimp tastes good, but is that...what was that they synthesized....purinol...maybe I have gout. I don't shave my back, mongo -- why do you think I have this problem?
And you didn't even touch on the question of my fungus.
Big baby.
I assumed the fungus was related to the back-shaving. The solution to gout is to amputate the affected limb/appendage.
I haven't even talked about my seasonal allergies.Quote:
Originally posted by spitz
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So what the hell with sweating like a pig all the time? I've always been a sweaty man, but not to the extent of soaking my shirt (and, I assume, drawers), just doing a usual commuting-distance short walk.
It could be I've ratcheted up my alcohol consumption in the past week; it could be allergies; it could be gout.
But I don't like it! And I certainly don't want to carry exercise clothes and change out it into street/adult clothes every two seconds.
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Is anyone else as annoyed as me at seeing random "shared" pictures on Facebook?
This lady -- what is her major malfunction?
Not sure I want to "unfollow" her (I'll still keep her as a FB friend -- she's at school with me and is somewhat interesting), but there MUST be a way to filter others' posts. Maybe selectively ignore random "shared" stuff.
Yes, I suppose you might think it's ironic, given how much crap I talk over here -- but at least I'm saying something. Poorly, and inexpertly, but at least it's my own words, not just spamming some random links to some crap.
I often just block the site that the crap came from originally. I figure once crap, always crap.
I deleted my Facebook account altogether. It has brought me much peace.
Well that's no fun, you guys.
Actually, that's a good idea, RET -- seems like a lot of the bullshit comes from a handful of sites. However, implementing that idea sounds like a lot of effort.
There really should be some way to filter stuff, but I suppose that would kill some of FB's profits.
You might have the right idea, Trojan Kid, but generally FB is good for me -- I can bullshit with friends who live across the country and world I haven't seen in a while, and gossip with family whom I might not see for a long time. With the exception of that crazy lady with the spaz posting, and another friend of the family who is also a spaz, it's pretty chilled out. Just like sitting around the cracker barrel.
Again, the irony is not lost on me -- I know I'm a major spaz here, but that's fine, imo.
It would be better to just do my own webpage, but why bother? Well, there are some professional reasons why it would be good to have an "online presence," but then again, there's always LinkedIn.
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How much money does FB make from garbage like "Candy Crush Saga" (blocked! that was an easy one to get rid of) and all of the "like" linked sites? I saw that movie about it, but it wasn't exactly a documentary. Pretty crappy movie, from what I remember, actually -- who cares about the social lives of some undergraduate nerds?
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Is anyone else very unsatisfied with Prince Albert lately? I'm not used to having to tamp my bowl every two seconds. This sucks.
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Well that's not likely to have an answer -- I don't think anyone else here smokes a pipe.
BUT, I was just thinking -- OK, "thinking" is probably no wait ""thinking"" -- holy shit the kid, my oldest nephew over Easter totally fell for the "do I see a coin behind your ears" gag. What the hell? He's not retarded, just has significant speech problems from all those times of being under general anesthesia for open-heart surgery. He's a smart kid, I'm pretty sure.
HOWEVER, his parents must have dropped the ball big-time to not show him some basic street-smarts.
AND, he was totally unimpressed by my awesome card flourishes.
No, I'm not a card handler -- but I did spend a lot of time as a kid practicing flourishes and playing a lot of cards with my grandma and family.
How could you possibly fall for that "Oh you have dirty ears!" trick? I mean, I did it well, unlike when his father tried the same thing at the dinner table and was roundly rejected.
Meh, experience, I guess.
See? This is why every family needs an awesome uncle.
eta: I did hear a funny story not long ago from his grandma -- they were playing some video game and she apparently made some mistake. He said "drive your car right, you mofo!" "Mofo"? (a) where did he hear that (b) why did my mother even know what that meant? etta still laughing. "Mofo"? really? that's what kids say nowadays? Jeez. I blame his father, that lazy engineer no-parenting mofo.
Well, the report was that he wasn't angry or anything, just saying what was in his head. To be fair, my mother wasn't pleased when I was about his age (6?) when I repeated something off the bathroom wall. What was it? something like "eat shit and die you bitch." I had no idea what I was saying, obviously.
Still, "mofo"???? That's not even common vernacular. Oh well, the world keeps going around.
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WHAT THE FUCK is the deal with people running their leaf-blowers and shit?
I'm pretty sure they relish being the major agents of noise-pollution -- it's a thing, you know. You've seen construction workers on the streets who kind of salvage their self-respect by being as loud as possible.
At least they're doing stuff, and have a good reason to be disgruntled.
These are just some fucking homeowners fetishistically doing some idiotic crap on the premiss that the values of their property will die if they don't. What kind of fucking retard is so entitled that they think their garbage on my (sonic) property is acceptable.
Sit down, shut up, and don't bother me.
That's the rules.
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So, I talked this afternoon with an old friend who wants to come out and visit. We're cool, old chess-buddies and stuff from grad school, so no worries about anything, but I'm not sure he really understands that, on a given week a month or two away, i might literally have no pocket change to go out on the town. He's going to rent a car, which is good to see the sights -- I know where to go. And he proclaims to enjoy walking in the woods -- also good, I know where to go. Of course he can crash at my place as long as he wants -- plenty of room, it's fine. And he really wants to go see the coast -- which is also good. My folks have a pretty sweet beach-house that I'm allowed to use. It's going to be a slight hassle making sure my parents or my sister aren't using the place, and also making sure we don't burn the place down in the meantime, but failing that, I know my way up and down the coast pretty good, so we can even just get a motel room and drink a bunch of beer and enjoy the local fauna.
Actually, you know what? I don't think this plan can fail! He buys the whiskey (yes, we talked about it -- I agreed, that's fine, I give a place to stay and he provides the booze...seems fair to me, I guess. Well, it was his idea anyway, so who am I to turn it down), and we just tear it up along the Oregon coast, looking for adventure.
So, Dr. friend and me are apparently looking forward to an extremely degenerate week sometime in June.
Thank me later for telling you about it now.
Actually, this sounds like a terrible idea -- I'm not a young man anymore.
So, yeah, my question is: is this awesome, or sort of stupid?
Wow. It's happening again -- this idiot is giving some guy the "grand tour" of her stupid garden. you think I give a shit, lady? What is her problem, making a bunch of noise and doing stupid gardening shit near me, then somehow passive-agressively expect me to know their plans, at the same moment I came outside to sit down.
I'm hoping she got the message that (a) I'm pissed off and (b) I'm going to sit wherever the fuck I want and (c) if you want some neighborly satisfaction, you have to sack up and ask for it.
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Do I hate children? The noises they make when they're gathered together in a band provoke an extremely violent response in me.
No, I like kids in small groups -- they make me laugh. But this gang-mentality is unacceptable to me.
And there's nothing I can do about it, really. The teachers or leaders or whatever certainly get quite a bit of insults when I see them, to no great effect. This isn't like the mass-migration of a flock of pelicans where you can use a waterhose on them. It's like a band of endangered pygmies and you aren't allowed to use a shotgun for environmental reasons.
They're a bunch of savages, raised by savages, with no sense of decorum. I wish they were all dead.
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Answer: yes, I hate children and their parents. Yet again I come outside to sit down.
Fucking little bastards are having some kind of baseball game. Turn it down a notch, you stupid little punks. You can go through life without screaming en masse at the top of your lungs.
I really would think it would be hilarious if a cropduster crashed into the bleachers.
What the fuck is their problem?
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WHY would an adult person, namely Melanie Lynskey insist on referring to her "boyfriend"?
Obviously, I'm not in her circle of friends, so there's going to be absolutely no contact between her and me.
But, do adult people actually have "girlfriends" and "boyfriends"?
What, are they going "steady" after the "big dance"?
Who comes up with this linguistic bullshit? It's absurd.
FWIW I don't call my women my "girlfriends" -- because I'm not a stupid jackass. They're either with me or not.
"Boyfriend"? "Girlfriend"?
This is this most ridiculous language I've ever heard.
Problem is, there's no really good, standard term for adults to use about those relationships. I found it awkward before my wife and I got married, especially since we're both lawyers, and saying "My partner" would be confusing.
I don't know, I've heard artsy types use the term 'partner' -- I think in many cases they're trying to be in solidarity with their non-hetero friends. I thought it was pretty standard to differentiate between "business partner" and the other kind.
still, I can't stand the term "girlfriend"/"boyfriend." Gee, Mary Sue, let's go get a malted at the soda shop, and go to the sock hop. I prefer "my woman" or just "my friend."
Apparently, tinea versicolor is not only extremely common and benign, but a side-effect may indeed include excessive sweating.
You learn something new every day.Quote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
Well maybe YOU don't, but I do, you hump. Assuming that was irony.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
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This is advertised as an "adult community," not an "autistic child community."
These kids should be gassed.
No kids at the pool, at all, ever.
I was sincere as the Pope, my friend.Quote:
Originally posted by JizzelbinWell maybe YOU don't, but I do, you hump. Assuming that was irony.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
Jizz finally found a friend. Aww.
I don't "find" friends. I take them.
Well, the Pope IS pretty sincere -- regardless of personal affiliation, I think most people would agree the Pope is pretty sincere. He may be wrong, even criminally wrong, but probably sincere. It's like a statistical physico-dynamics thing, like the atomic behavior of gasses -- probably is.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. TewesdayI was sincere as the Pope, my friend.Quote:
Originally posted by JizzelbinWell maybe YOU don't, but I do, you hump. Assuming that was irony.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
Indeed, that is an interesting fact -- well, given I read it on the Mayo Clinic or one of those sites, it might have some evidence behind it.
I found it fascinating -- and, in the interests of parsimony, it goes a long way to explaining my recent excessive sweating.
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SO. Dr Friend has booked his travel plans and apparently we're going to tear it up along the OR coast. Talked with my folks, who own the beach house, and it seems OK, so long as I give some dates. Probably rent a boat and go crabbing, and maybe make a road trip to Missoula. Certainly up and down the Oregon Coast, but that's no big deal.
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WTF with the warmer weather out here and every single "street person" comes out of the woodwork. Opposite of mellow.
We're going to get in a lot of trouble -- keep in mind, this is Dr. Friend so he is outwardly respectable, but this is going to be a degenerate two weeks. He's also a prig, like "Oh, the water is too soft!" So I'm going to have to get drunk IRL and beat his ass.
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I got it figured out. This chooch is trying to establish his dominance over me by dictating the exact dates. I'm going to drop him off in the middle of nowhere and challenge him to find his way back to his shitty little rental car.
False equivalence -- he is my friend, even though he is a shitty chess player
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So, I see that was missing a question.
What exactly does he want, except to see the ocean? I've told him repeatedly that I am perpetually broke, don't know any good restaurants, and all I do is drink whiskey and read.
And I was only offered four days at the beach-house -- he's going to be here almost two weeks!
So, what? Just sit around, drink, and play chess? Maybe go for the occasional walk in the wilderness nearby?
I've been psyching myself up by thinking this is going to be like *Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas* -- you know, a wild series of roadtrips taken by a couple of aging degenerates. But, he's going to have to pay for pretty much everything, and I don't like that -- I'm happy with my frugal existence, which works very well for me, and I don't want (a) to ask and (b) to listen to him bitching all the time about it.
What the fuck is going on? I have a bad feeling in my gut, and it's very distracting at a time when I have a lot of shit to take care of.
eta he's probably a better chess player than me -- but that's not saying much.
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Whatever happened to Brandon Hardesty, the guy who did all those amazing impersonations for Youtube/self-promotion, and then..........nothing? That guy was a genius.
He saw your ugly mug and ran for the hills.Quote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
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Also, are box-elder/maple-seed bugs diurnal? They are extremely annoying.
Also, what's the most annoying insect in Australia, spitzer? And don't give me that strine shit -- plain English, if you please.
Oh, you're going to be hurting, Trojan Spaz.Quote:
Originally posted by Trojan ManQuote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
He saw your ugly mug and ran for the hills.
eta Answer my questions -- you're a well-travelled man about town. Why do you hate intellectual discourse?
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Originally posted by Jizzelbin
Scotch greys. I've already told you that. See why I don't hold my breath waiting for intellectual discourse with certain people? :)
Oh, here comes the pain. Wait for the glove....
They aren't scotch greys! They're innocuous little bugs that make a lot of noise and congregate on exterior walls for some reason.....
Oh fuck, if you're not going to take me seriously, I'll just.....I'll just die of the rejection.
God speed, buttmonkey!
You know, when you talk that way to me and about me.....
IT MAKES ME WANT TO PRETEND I FORGOT MY LUBE
What exactly is your deal lately, anyway? You seem all angry and shit.
I speak French to the French, German to the German... Why would you think I'm angry, you gagging ninny?
I don't know, you're just spitzing out.
Chill, man!
~woody harrelson.
Was that Woody Harrelson? I thought it was Alexander Koyre.
Answer the questions, prole! Anyway, it was actually your mom.
Do you have a link to one of Alexandre's posts? I would find it very instructive.Quote:
Originally posted by Trojan Man
There's a few over at GiraffeBo... oh you prolly can't access them any more. Y'know, after the ban...
So, give me a link.
"Access them"? There is no such thing as an IP ban -- just doesn't exist anymore. I can access whatever I want.
Just give me a link to one post.
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Originally posted by Alexander Koyre
That is not a link, dumbass. It may well be true, but it's not a link.
Would you just answer some of my questions? Obviously, I like wanton insults as much as anybody, but I really do value opinions on non-insult matters.
Nice to see your mum let you back onto the internet.
Which questions do you seek the answer to?
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So, these are kind of weird.
(I) Have people commented on the odd structure of the human vag in print? (don't start about the illiterati's persistence of distinguishing between the vulva, the vag, and everything else -- that's just dumb).
I think it was in Predator 2 when Danny Glover called Predator "pussy face."
You know, as good as I am at digital manipulation and as much as I relish strapping on the feed bag (not in principle -- but if I like somebody, you know), you've got to admit the structure is kind of odd.
(II) WHY, exactly, do men seem to like to see and otherwise observe women getting off? I mean, I can't think of anything more arousing, but I think it's pretty odd. IRL, I don't know, call me a bastard, but I honestly don't give a shit -- I want to get myself off. They can do whatever.
And, no, I'm not some jock from high school who doesn't know what it is for a woman to enjoy -- truly, enjoy -- one's company. I know all about it. It's just....a weird fixation that pornos seem to have, and I'd like to understand.
So, apparently I watch too much porn, but I think these are legitimate questions -- didn't really occur to me before.
Weird stuff, man.
I don't know. The fucking meaning of life. Who cares?Quote:
Originally posted by Trojan Man
Just answer the fucking questions, and don't be such a sass-mouth. Or I'll turn your ballsack into a purse, you bloody pom.
You wouldn't know how to, Edward Jizzlehands.
Sass-mouth!
Shitcock.
Niggersnatch.
See? I'm allowed to say that and you limey cocksuckers are not.
Well, not really.
But you must admit, it has a beat and you can dance to it.