I had a three day period last week where I turned on the heat, then the AC, and then the heat.
I had a three day period last week where I turned on the heat, then the AC, and then the heat.
Hope is the denial of reality
I remember when movies used to have the credits in the beginning as well.Originally Posted by Khendraja'aro
Anyhoo as a former theater manager, I disliked having the oddball bonus scene AFTER the credits as that meant having a ton of people in the theater so I can't clean it until they get out, which means I have people clogging up my lobby trying to get into the next show of said movie...
In short, it cut down the time I had to clean the theater for the next audience...
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Yeah, the damn Snort works. A little too good, perhaps. We did not find one infected host.
We found 40. Goddamnit.
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?
Just finished watching SGU, and that was a bit too much cliffhanger for no more Stargate, ever.
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
It's raining, again. I suppose that should make me happy since it was snow this morning!This shit is suppose to hang around until sometime next week! I am fucking tired of it all!
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!!
On a listserv for potential job openings from one of the universities I've attended. One of the job openings is for working at a really well known place, working on something that sounds pretty awesome, that potentially a lot of people will get to use. Only downside is that its an internship, hence, very likely that its unpaid. If I had money and free time, I would do it.
. . .
Too much sun.
Investigate it anyways. My company pays its interns pretty well, and it can't be the only one that does this, or they wouldn't need to.On a listserv for potential job openings from one of the universities I've attended. One of the job openings is for working at a really well known place, working on something that sounds pretty awesome, that potentially a lot of people will get to use. Only downside is that its an internship, hence, very likely that its unpaid. If I had money and free time, I would do it.
Scary thunderstorm last night; winds were nearly 70mph in some places! It was one of the few times I've ever hid in the bathroom during a storm. Trees and power lines were knocked down, so we had no power from 7pm last night until 2pm today. I've discovered that 1. I am addicted to my morning coffee, and 2. I really love air conditioning.
We've had several strong storms, too. Extraordinarily LOUD thunder and land lightning, winds 50 mph + Just like you, Cat. Heavy rains and flash floods. Tornado watches but no warnings yet. REally creepy stuff.
Pedro, Messi and Xavi.
Tomorrow is like an empty canvas that extends endlessly, what should I sketch on it?
Started out okay, turned into horribly humid and hot weather and sickness.. One kid sick with poison sumac and allergies, taking prednisone, coughing up a storm and looking quite horrible. The other kid intent on meeting up with friends, and visiting his friends living close to his dad's house. All sorts of messed up.
Now the virus has hit me, too. Ears popped, very sore throat and constant cough and nose blowing. yay
Movie in background----I love the smell of napalm in the morning. Smells like victory.
It's been cloudy and yucky and windy and cold and rainy all damned day! And the rest of the weekend doesn't look any better!
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!!
Heat Wave. In May! In the 90's and humid as hell over the weekend. ick
I hope Timbuk is enjoying his NYC visit and people aren't crankier than usual....
Fixed that for ya.Heat Wave. In June! In the 90's and humid as hell over the weekend. ick
Gee, thanks? 95 fucking degrees, with 1,000% humidity.
92 here. in the rain.
"In a field where an overlooked bug could cost millions, you want people who will speak their minds, even if they’re sometimes obnoxious about it."
Zagg InvisibleShield screen protectors are a bitch to install, if this bubble doesn't work itself out I'm coming back to this thread...
I was driving behind a car today, and the man driving it throws a cigarette butt out the window, and it hits my car, So it smells like cigarettes in the cabin for a minute.
Not 5 minutes later, after turning down the road and hitting some traffic, I end up behind the same guy. And he throws ANOTHER CIGARETTE out of the window and it hits my car again!!!!
Never mind that it's 94 today, there is a burn ban because of the wind: how the fuck do you smoke TWO CIGARETTES in 5 minutes!?!?!
Grr...litterers should be strung up by their toes.
Showed up at work, and things were not set as they should be. So I called the phone number of the people I'm supposed to call - no answer. Try agian, try again, eventually tried my boss. He called around, turns out there was supposed to be no production tonight, just nobody remembered to tell my boss, so I did not know either. SoI showed up for nothing (but at least I get paid for the hours I was there). And then I also managed to almost lcok myself up in one of the technical areas, but luckily one of the doors could be opened from the inside without a passkey.
Keep on keepin' the beat alive!
Maybe he was aiming for your ashtray?
Actually, I had threw my hands up at him the first time it happened, maybe he saw me and the second one was to really piss me off?
That's when you search for the big "R"-button on your dashboard.
Actually, I had threw my hands up at him the first time it happened, maybe he saw me and the second one was to really piss me off?
"R" like "Rocket Launcher".
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?
Oh, if only....too bad Toyota doesn't have that package to add on to their SUVs....
It's why I don't own a gun.
I love firearms...just have a temper, so I don't keep one handy.
Brevior saltare cum deformibus viris est vita
Yeah, my oldest son is really showing his ADD. It's escalated lately, as his routine and structure has fallen away from home and school. He says he wants to "use" that for his creativity, and doesn't want meds to numb him (based on what his friends with ADHD taking meds that made them kind of like zombies). He's moving into an apartment with friends, leaving the Farm and tent living he tried for a while. But he's so disorganized it affects everyone around him. (Have you seen my car keys, do you know where I put the extension cord, I'll take my books but come back later for the bookshelves....has anyone seen my wallet, where's my blank paper and journal stuff, can I borrow some pencils, where's my pencil sharpener?) It's exhausting for me, as his mom. He rejects my help at every turn, but eventually comes back in need, twice-fold.
FFS!
To make matters worse (or more emotionally twisted) this is exactly his father's pattern of behavior. It looks like creativity and independence (at first) but turns into strange manipulations and neediness. From a personality that does not want any help, rejects any help, and thinks any help offered is....a failure of people who love them to "understand" them. The way they deal with that is...to criticize their helpers and anyone who cares. Friends, teachers, parents, whomever.
I've never been convinced this is just a learned behavior, but maybe something wired in the brains of certain creative types of people who grew up feeling misunderstood. The thing is, this personality type really does see themselves as not just different from everyone else, but special. Not necessarily savant or genius special, but "special enough" to warrant "special treatment". I've spent the last 20 years trying to teach my son he's special to me...but he has to prove his special or unique talents to everyone else. That's how the world works.
Not sure what makes a narcissist or how to get through to young narcissists in the making. But this really makes me feel like a failure as a mother.
You are not a failure. He has (apparently) a medical problem that requires some sort of medication. Have you, or he, tried different kinds of drugs? There must be something out there that doesn't make a zombie out of you if you take it. I don't know a lot about ADD, but suspect it can require medical "tweaking" to get the most of both world.
My groove is just totally fucked up! It's rapidly becoming my favorite season...HOT! That should make me happy but it isn't!
See, the problem stems from everyone always saying how "terrific" I look! They are a bunch of fucking liars! When I can't get my damned jeans on, or if I do get them on they are so tight in the waist that I have "muffin top", I am seriously overweight! Can't these dumbfucks SEE that extra goddamned roll of fucking FAT around my waist? Or my puffy fucking thighs? Or my FAT fucking cheeks? Jesus Christ...just tell me the truth, I look like a fucking lazy, fat, disgusting hog!
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!!
He's had therapy, refuses meds. My hope is that he'll continue to mature, learn social lessons without alienating everyone who loves him, and without being incarcerated. Work in progress, huh.
I don't believe your vanity trumps your will to live. Quite possibly, your friends are telling you that color in your cheeks and some meat on your bones looks "healthier", and better than being bone-thin and wearing skin tight jeans. We all know body image is related to ego and self-esteem, but do you really want to die young and leave a pretty corpse, or be around to see your child and grandchildren grow up and give hugs to grammy....or have hugs from grammy? The kind of sweet memory they'll carry all their lives.My groove is just totally fucked up! It's rapidly becoming my favorite season...HOT! That should make me happy but it isn't!
See, the problem stems from everyone always saying how "terrific" I look! They are a bunch of fucking liars! When I can't get my damned jeans on, or if I do get them on they are so tight in the waist that I have "muffin top", I am seriously overweight! Can't these dumbfucks SEE that extra goddamned roll of fucking FAT around my waist? Or my puffy fucking thighs? Or my FAT fucking cheeks? Jesus Christ...just tell me the truth, I look like a fucking lazy, fat, disgusting hog!
I've been thinking about this whole female-woman body image lately. Y'know, since I'm older, plumper, and not trying to look sexy in clothes by being bone thin. No need to show my ribcage or pelvic bones to gawkers. Not in the public eye, don't buy haute couture, won't ever do the catwalk, don't care to wear a string bikini in public, but might feel okay at a nudist beach.
Watching Saving Private Ryan....it struck me how perfectly the midwest mother of sons was cast. As she watched from her kitchen window, then sat down on the porch to hear the news of her sons death, news she knew was coming. Full hipped and strong, the kind of body designed for multiple births, in an era before special pre-natal or maternal medicine. A woman with both muscle and fat, full bosoms, strong shoulders, hips, feet and hands, plenty of reserves for lactating and working at the same time.
Nothing like the svelte or slender figure of the femme fatale that many men find sexually attractive. Hers was the embodiment of a midwestern mother, wide and stable, comforting and strong. The kind of woman's body that hugs and holds tight, smelling like laundry soap or bleach, with hints of garden sweat and kitchen things, vanilla from cookies or bacon from breakfast, and the soft perfume of face powder or skin cream on the surface. The kind of woman who exudes comfort and acceptance, the kind of thing you want to fall into and fall asleep being held by, a motherly kind of body. Soft and doughy, strong and gentle.
I think the anorexic ideal body shape has been created by the fashion industry (dominated by homosexual men) and perpetuated by women's fashion magazines (dominated by women). I actually don't know a single guy who prefers skinny women to normally-shaped ones.
Hope is the denial of reality
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