So that will make your future son Mainprfemo? That's just cruel.
Rant VIII: The Reckoning
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Could just be out of storage, by the sound of it.
Better "aayyyyyy" than "sit on it" I guess.
--Patrick
And now the phone is suddenly working normally.
I guess I'll have to see if there's a storage issue. I didn't think there was, but the last check was months ago.
I guess I'll have to see if there's a storage issue. I didn't think there was, but the last check was months ago.
In a real, core, fundamental kind of way, I hate myself and my life. But, whisky is a thing, so. You know.
Not a fan of whisk[e]y. Am a big fan of 7-and-7's.
There are minor differences in production--whether corn or barley or rye is used, how distilled the liquid is before aging, etc. And those minor differences create some minor differences in flavor profiles. But, yeah, they're all essentially the same kind of drink.
Not even import taxes?
Irish Whiskey is usually triple distilled, which gives you a smoother, frequently sweeter drink; Scotch Whiskey usually has the damp malt dried over peat fires, infusing it with its characteristic smokey flavor; Bourbon Whiskey is usually made from corn and legally can only have been produced in parts of Kentucky; that's why Jack Daniels is "Tennessee Sour Mash" despite in all other ways being a bourbon. All are distilled spirits, all are cask aged which gives them their distinct amber coloration and affects the flavor. So, yes, they're more alike than unalike, but it really depends on your personal tastes. I enjoy Irish Whiskey and Bourbon but the smokey taste of Scotch makes me gag.
GasBandit
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Say hello to one of my many ringtones -
This should cue up to the proper point, but if it doesn't, the fun starts at 0:50.
Why the fuck did I think staying up until 4am was a good idea, Goddamn I just want to go back home and pass out for another 3 or so hours so I don't feel like hot garbage.
Drink Scotch with me, we can be miserable comrades over a bottle of Ubon Little Bay Small Cask
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Already ranted about the past few days. Thank goodness I have today and Wed off, eh?
NOPE
Today was supposed to be getting the family (Kati/Cranky/Cary) together to go on a 3hr trip to visit my mom and mow the lawn at the old house.
NOPE
Cary has a fever of 99.8, he's not going anywhere.
Kati started another migraine about 6a, nothing would touch it, had to take her to Urgent Care at 1 to again have it brought down.
Cranky has to stay home to keep an eye on Cary because he's apparently the only other healthy person.
Came back home around 3, Kati has to go sleep it off now.
Still gotta go drive those 3hrs to mow the lawn, though. Better get to it so I can be back tonight.
Called mom to let her know we wouldn't be able to make it by 5 as planned. She says just wanted to let us all know the results of her testing. Yep. She has lung cancer.
Well.
#WeekendWhatWeekend #AreYouFreakinKiddingMe #StillNoOverwatch
--Patrick
NOPE
Today was supposed to be getting the family (Kati/Cranky/Cary) together to go on a 3hr trip to visit my mom and mow the lawn at the old house.
NOPE
Cary has a fever of 99.8, he's not going anywhere.
Kati started another migraine about 6a, nothing would touch it, had to take her to Urgent Care at 1 to again have it brought down.
Cranky has to stay home to keep an eye on Cary because he's apparently the only other healthy person.
Came back home around 3, Kati has to go sleep it off now.
Still gotta go drive those 3hrs to mow the lawn, though. Better get to it so I can be back tonight.
Called mom to let her know we wouldn't be able to make it by 5 as planned. She says just wanted to let us all know the results of her testing. Yep. She has lung cancer.
Well.
#WeekendWhatWeekend #AreYouFreakinKiddingMe #StillNoOverwatch
--Patrick
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I love San Diego, but going there always reminds me how much happier I was a decade ago before the depression spiral kicked in and I drove myself out of peoples' lives.
I also thought how cool it would be to go to Balboa Park, or maybe even Disneyland, over the summer, but then realized I'd have to go by myself which makes it a bit less amusing.
I try to tell myself I'm okay being alone but days like this make me realize I'm just fooling myself. It's been 7 years since my last relationship and nearly 4 since I moved back home and away from the few friends I made in GA/KY. I just want to not care if I'm alone so I can work on being less miserable all the time.
I also thought how cool it would be to go to Balboa Park, or maybe even Disneyland, over the summer, but then realized I'd have to go by myself which makes it a bit less amusing.
I try to tell myself I'm okay being alone but days like this make me realize I'm just fooling myself. It's been 7 years since my last relationship and nearly 4 since I moved back home and away from the few friends I made in GA/KY. I just want to not care if I'm alone so I can work on being less miserable all the time.
Finally got everything (well, enough) done that I could finally sit down to play.
Kid has engine run-on, won't stay in bed, keeps asking questions/finding excuses, finally get him to stay asleep (or at least in bed) by around 11:40.
Finally, I can play. Hook up with @Squidleybits, play for a bit...
12:30-ish, power goes out due to storm.
That's it, I'm done. Seriously, is this some sort of test?
--Patrick
Kid has engine run-on, won't stay in bed, keeps asking questions/finding excuses, finally get him to stay asleep (or at least in bed) by around 11:40.
Finally, I can play. Hook up with @Squidleybits, play for a bit...
12:30-ish, power goes out due to storm.
That's it, I'm done. Seriously, is this some sort of test?
--Patrick
I've got the house all to myself for a while.
Mom went to a nursing facility from the hospital, as she's pretty much immobile for a while. First roommate was a fox noise junkie. Uh, nope. So she got moved into another room where the other person doesn't even watch the TV.
As for now, her leg is immobilized to make sure everything heals up properly. Her hips are now bone on bone, and my sister and I think she should just go ahead and have them both done at once to minimize the pain and recovery time. Besides, if she does them separately, there's the risk that the second hip could deteriorate beyond the possibility of surgery. That very nearly happened with her shoulder.
So the timetable for getting mom back home is in months.
Mom went to a nursing facility from the hospital, as she's pretty much immobile for a while. First roommate was a fox noise junkie. Uh, nope. So she got moved into another room where the other person doesn't even watch the TV.
As for now, her leg is immobilized to make sure everything heals up properly. Her hips are now bone on bone, and my sister and I think she should just go ahead and have them both done at once to minimize the pain and recovery time. Besides, if she does them separately, there's the risk that the second hip could deteriorate beyond the possibility of surgery. That very nearly happened with her shoulder.
So the timetable for getting mom back home is in months.
My uncle died last weekend. It was out of nowhere. He fell and hit his head just right. The doctors couldn't stop the bleeding around the brain.
We were close. He was a neighbor, and he would always help out. He checked up on my wife when I went back to work and she was still on maternity leave. He would even plow my driveway in the winter if I didn't have time to do it right away. Just one of those guys that would do stuff to help out before you even asked.
I wish I could feel a bit more when it comes to death. I feel kind of guilty about not being more upset. I guess I feel more numb than sad.
In the last year I've lost my grandpa, my wife's grandpa, and now my uncle. The feeling was the same for all of them. Maybe my emotions are shot, I don't know.
We were close. He was a neighbor, and he would always help out. He checked up on my wife when I went back to work and she was still on maternity leave. He would even plow my driveway in the winter if I didn't have time to do it right away. Just one of those guys that would do stuff to help out before you even asked.
I wish I could feel a bit more when it comes to death. I feel kind of guilty about not being more upset. I guess I feel more numb than sad.
In the last year I've lost my grandpa, my wife's grandpa, and now my uncle. The feeling was the same for all of them. Maybe my emotions are shot, I don't know.
At some point, my parents/wife/whoknows are gonna die, and I'm kinda concerned that this will be my reaction and that other people will be mad at me for not being "sad enough."
What they don't realize is that I've been preparing myself for quite some time for the eventuality that everyone I'm close to is going to die at some point. It is unavoidable, but it means I'm not going to be like that "...NOOOOOOOOO!!!" guy in movies, and this will upset people.
--Patrick
This was me when my dad died last summer. I cried when he literally died for 30 seconds. I went home and showerd then went to work.
Cajungal
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That could be a bit of it.
My very pragmatic mother doesn't show much emotion. When her mom died, she fell apart. This surprised us, because usually she "steels herself" when someone is sick of a long time; and she was sick for over a year. On the other hand, when her father died, she didn't show much emotion at all, and she was much closer to him. But she was just so worn out from caring for them both that I think she was ready if he was ready--and he was. Death is a part of life, and some people are better at accepting that. It doesn't mean they don't care.
Everyone grieves differently, and not all grieve at the same time. Some don't properly grieve until long after, some grieve long before. Some are very external with their grief, some internalize it. I don't think anyone should ever feel guilty or that they're grieving wrong, in the same way I don't think anyone should ever judge how another person grieves.
Also, just to add an example to my statement on grieving. One of my closest friends died very suddenly a few years ago, right around my birthday (I posted about it on the forum, for any that want to go back and find it). I think it was a good three months after before I finally cried about it. I was driving home from work and that damn Paul Walker tribute song came on the radio. I had to pull over because I was suddenly bawling my eyes out.
GasBandit
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When my mother died I tried to be stoic, and never really grieved. It messed me up emotionally for years and years. I made sure, when Pauline died, I didn't hold anything back. If I had tried to do the same thing, I think it would have destroyed me.
