food poisoning is
It's good you're there for her thoughAnd hey, an excuse to miss a wedding reception is always good, right?
food poisoning is
It's good you're there for her though
Keep on keepin' the beat alive!
Damn right.Originally Posted by Flixy
Such is Life...
I always worry about my mum when I'm not home and just now I found out that she was stuck in the elevator for 10 mins and was beginning to have trouble breathing either because it was sealed very tight (it is) or because of panic, and the elevator's (newly installed piece of shit, of course) emergency com thing wasn't working properly so she couldn't talk to the people on the other end. What the hellFortunately one of our Bengal neighbours was home and he managed to pry open the door with a lot of difficulty and get her out.
"One day, we shall die. All the other days, we shall live."
Hung Parliament - and no that doesn't mean the politicians all have donkey dicks!
Like good citisens we all went out and voted in the Federal election on Saturday and thanks largely to the lack of a decent candidate from any party we have ended up with a hung parliament for the first time since WW2.
We had a choice of a BloodNut, a WingNut and a GumNut. It now looks possible that the BloodNut will form a coalition with the GumNut and a few independents which will mean pandering to the every whim of the independent members just to be able to form government.
Such is Life...
Something I've noticed as an insomniac with cable tv frequently on late at night. The Emergency Broadcast System has changed. It still cuts off shows and makes those disturbing BEEP BEEP BEEP honking sounds, but it doesn't have the Hal voice telling us what's going on (like on weather radio where the Hal NOAA voice starts talking about storms or dangers.) It just displays text saying it's a required test, and hangs there. Eventually a scrolling thing comes on the screen saying "turn to channel X". Then channel X says it's a weekly test.
I wish that "write high, aim low" were a more viable option for research papers
"One day, we shall die. All the other days, we shall live."
Last day of summer.
I keep getting phone calls from people wanting to sell me their alarm systems.
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
Grr, I had one of those guys come to my door a few weeks ago, and tried to be aggressive about it. I told him I wasn't interested; luckily K started crying then so I could excuse myself and slam the door in his face.
I hate door to door salesmen. It's 2010 and fucking dangerous to be doing that shit.
I get those too here. I figure its a scam either way. They either want your credit card information, etc. or they want you to mention that you don't have an alarm system, that way they can possibly rob you later. Or they're a bunch of assholes that don't care about the do-not-call list, and are trying to sell alarm systems over the phone anyway...
. . .
Is quite funny from a British perspective (esp. with an interest in Aussie politics). Over here we've just had a long-term, unpopular Labour government disposed off - although it ended up in a Hung Parliament here and the first post-war Coalition.
Then a short-term Labor government has its deputy stab her unpopular leader in the back. A lot of people here were saying "if only they'd done that to Brown". Then 2 months later all the popularity of Gillard has disappeared.
Appears that wasn't the recipe to success afterall.
Abbott seems from here to be as surprised as everyone else that the Liberals managed to do so well. First time post-war a first-term Aussie government has not been re-elected I believe?
The one thing that still seems weird to me (having left Australia in 2000) is seeing the election results with nothing whatsoever for the Democrats. They really imploded didn't they? Then again that parties most popular selling point always seemed to be that Natasha Stott Despoja was attractive.
What makes you think it's more dangerous now than 10, 20 ... 100 years ago?
Magnets!
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
In Norwich they've implemented 'No door to door sales' zones, got signs all over the place (Council must have recently put them up i reckon). I noticed it last weekend.
This morning it was the Atlanta paper trying to sell me that.
Argh it's annoying as hell.
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
I had Jehova's Witnesses wake me up Sunday morning. Apparently I was rude for closing the door on them without saying anything after they introduced themselves - I think had I said anything it would have been ruder.
Well, I just put myself on the do not call registry again, so hopefully this will improve things for me. There weren't too many of these idiotic calls on my old number, mostly less-than-stellar charities wanting to pick up my unused junk.
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
Well, I guess I was also thinking in 2010 door to door salesmen is a dumb idea because no one is really home, and people don't usually buy. But I guess there is always retired people to pray upon during the day. They'll buy anything if you chat with them long enough.
Sorry my posts make no sense these days. Typing one-handed+lack of sleep+mom brain has reduced me to this.
Some of these guys/gals are probably new to the gig...with unemployment and all, and are leaping at any chance to make some dough re me.Well, I guess I was also thinking in 2010 door to door salesmen is a dumb idea because no one is really home, and people don't usually buy. But I guess there is always retired people to pray upon during the day. They'll buy anything if you chat with them long enough.
Sorry my posts make no sense these days. Typing one-handed+lack of sleep+mom brain has reduced me to this.
Brevior saltare cum deformibus viris est vita
Saw a very beautiful and talented woman sing a cover of Radioheads "Creep".
Talk about missing the point...
"Son," he said without preamble, "never trust a man who doesn't drink, because he's probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They're the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They're usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they're a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can't trust a man who's afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It's damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he's heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.
Call intervention...I think I have a Taurine addiction!
You're just a big ol' pussy-cat
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
Five years after Katrina. Turned on msnbc to see Brian Williams hosting an update show about New Orleans. The images and stories from that time are still so disturbing.
I watched an episode of "Dirty Jobs" where demolition crews were gutting all the houses around New Orleans - it was a year after the hurricane and there were still plenty of houses waiting to be sanitised. People had left and just never came back, there were huge problems with rats, mosquito's (from all the pooled water inside and around all the abandoned homes) and all sorts of critters that had claimed these houses as their own.
Such is Life...
1/4 of previous New Orleans residents have not returned five years later. Can't say I blame them. If Karma is real, I hope many have shown up in Texas. At Lewk's church. Maybe his church can educate the children, find jobs for the adults, take care of the diabetics and feeble elderly, pay for any needed dental work or medical surgeries. And his church bus can cart them to the Texas Super Dome to watch a football game. If things work out, they won't have panic attacks or nightmares about being in a colosseum.
The other thing messing with my groove relates to the whereabouts of my youngest son. I had called the ex several hours ago, yesterday in fact, asking if Andrew was with him, since he was supposed to call me after he returned to town from a day at Hershey Park. No answer until this morning, a few minutes ago. But the boy did call me before midnight, saying he's at a friend's house.
Somehow, when the ex finally called this morning, he said he was PISSED, because the boy needed to be picked up today after the over night. I asked why he was PISSED if he was too busy to answer his phone last night, but he was supposed to be the parent in charge. No real answer.
OMG I can't believe this is the man I married and chose to have children with. It's the most bizarre thing when yesterdays don't match todays, but there are innocent children involved.
AND ANOTHER THING, dammit. He used the term "shoulder time". We have been doing this shared custody crap for almost ten fucking years, and he's never used that term. Not even our family counselors used that term. I'm pretty sure his fiance fed him that word. She doesn't share custody with her first husband for their children, oh no, HER children are grown women, one even has her OWN child. But that's the kind of thing match.com lets slide. He didn't find out she was a grandma until she had to leave last Christmas because the toddler was in the hospital. shh it was a big secret, my kids were with them and still had no idea.
No, she shares "custody" of her marital DOGS. They go back and forth every other weekend. Little yappy lap dogs, one of them nipped my little boy. So when they want to get away for the weekend even if it's her DOG visitation weekend, they've been putting the poor pups at his house. In my (our) kids' bedrooms, and they crapped all over the place. In their rooms. Then he expects them to come help him clean up his house, and her dog's messes.
I RESENT
THIS MAN I USED TO LOVE, THE FATHER OF OUR CHILDREN.
and I hate myself for having chosen this fucking idiot. Until I realize these kids are half of him, and they feel connected to both of us, and they shouldn't hate any part of themselves.
This is much more difficult in practice than anything I could ever imagine. I am glad to have a forum like this, a safe place I can yell and vent, to people who've known me over the years. I often sound crazy, but you don't throw me to the curb on my ass.
Thanks for that.
Last edited by GGT; 08-28-2010 at 02:08 PM.
GGT, I think that is a big part of why we "moved" here! We all feel connected, even tho we don't actually "know" each other! There are some of the best people in the world right here, on OUR forum!
I have a fucking ingrown toe nail!The Friend's ex-wife is coming over in a few minutes to cut it out for me...but still!
I don't have a problem with authority....I just don't like being told what to do!Remember, the toes you step on today may be attached to the ass you have to kiss tomorrow!RIP Fluffy! 01-07-09 I'm so sorry Fluffster! People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life! My mind not only wanders, sometimes it leaves completely!The nice part about living in a small town: When you don't know what you're doing, someone else always does!
Atari bullshit refugee!!
I think Nestle/Purina may be making my kitties addicts to their nibble treats. They go nuts for this stuff called Friskies Indoor Adventures. No other treat will do. I've bought other brands and they turn up their noses. Isabel even tried to bury off-brands by pawing at the floor like it was her litter box.
It was official when the grocery list had the kids writing "Kitty Crack".They just love this shit.
My toe hurts...still!
I don't have a problem with authority....I just don't like being told what to do!Remember, the toes you step on today may be attached to the ass you have to kiss tomorrow!RIP Fluffy! 01-07-09 I'm so sorry Fluffster! People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life! My mind not only wanders, sometimes it leaves completely!The nice part about living in a small town: When you don't know what you're doing, someone else always does!
Atari bullshit refugee!!
Yeah, sometimes the pets can grow really snobbish about their food. A friend had some guinea pigs which he treated to "biological" hay once (y'know, a bit more expensive, less compressed, no pesticides guaranteed and the like).I think Nestle/Purina may be making my kitties addicts to their nibble treats. They go nuts for this stuff called Friskies Indoor Adventures. No other treat will do. I've bought other brands and they turn up their noses. Isabel even tried to bury off-brands by pawing at the floor like it was her litter box.
It was official when the grocery list had the kids writing "Kitty Crack".
After that the little beasts wouldn't touch the regular hay anymore. They'd rather go hungry.
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
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