I'm completely quarantining for two weeks before my trip. I do not want to get sick right before I go. And considering how Washington state is going I'll probably have to quarantine when I get back.
Might want to try a mobile text-only browser, like e.g. Browsor. No JS/images cuts out most of the shit, and once you know enough cooking it's not like you want/need the prep photos most of the time.I wish there was one recipe site on the internet that wasn't 100% miserable to use on mobile.
TBH, I kinda had hoped this would have happened 3 or 4 months ago - and I hoped for a complete failure necessitating replacement. When I bought this house, I got a home warranty specifically because the A/C was approaching 20 years old.I mean, do the basics. First make sure the condenser is clean and not obstructed, and all that.
Also make sure that someone hasn't run off with it.
The sort of thing that drives many a story on /r/MaliciousComplianceI did something like that at a convenience store job, once.
AC broke. Discovered the mains fuse had blown. Went to hardware store, bought replacement fuses and installed them. Cost about $6. Got written up for my trouble for not calling maintenance and letting them handle it in a week like I should've. Apparently I was supposed to let $20k in merchandise go bad while I waited rather than do it myself.
Let me just cut in here before your brain decides to be an asshole again and say you're far, far from the first artist to see their previous works in a negative light. And you will be far, far from the last.That late night, depressing moment when you suddenly question if the main guest star character in your second novel is a bad Asian stereotype.
Seriously, I was just thinking of it and...I don't know, it might be? And if it is, I suddenly hate my second book as much as my first.
I know that. But I at least liked my second book. I've grown to almost completely hate the first book, but I thought the second was better written. Realizing I wrote a bad Asian stereotype just makes me feel worse. No wonder I gave up on writing.Let me just cut in here before your brain decides to be an asshole again and say you're far, far from the first artist to see their previous works in a negative light. And you will be far, far from the last.
Lemme talk to Nick's brain for a sec.I know that. But I at least liked my second book. I've grown to almost completely hate the first book, but I thought the second was better written. Realizing I wrote a bad Asian stereotype just makes me feel worse. No wonder I gave up on writing.
She's (in my experience and armchair psychologist opinion): a narcissist, verbally abusive, and emotionally abusive. And she's likely depressed.
Will she seek help? Nope. Because "everyone's nuts but me."
And it's so so frustrating to deal with. Because more often than not, she will gaslight me - calling me names and accusing me of things, and when called on it says "I didn't say that." Or, even more fun "I was joking, don't be so sensitive."
She still mocks me regularly for a minor typo that I made in a school project in grade 7! 23 years ago. (Among other things, this is just the most ridiculous.)
She consistently mocks @Eriol, our relationship (we've been married for almost 11 years now, much longer than she was over 2 marriages...), and his career, frequently "jokingly" asking if he "still has a job."
Most recent BS: 6 years ago, when we moved across the country, she shipped out to a storage locker in the town we started from, basically everything I had ever touched that she still had. Including old framed school photos and graduation certificates going back to elementary school. As I have been going through all this stuff (and yes, it took 6 years to work up to getting at it), she has consistently critiqued how I've gone about working through it, and disposing of it, donating it, or keeping it. She has... strong opinions on this topic. So, yesterday, I'm going through old, professionally framed, grade school photos of me. I have absolutely no interest in keeping them, didn't like them as a kid, and certainly don't now. But I know that she would probably want a copy, so I call her and give her one last chance to claim them (this would not be the first time she has taken some of her stuff back from these boxes - example: the framed copy of her university degree, which when I asked about it, she said would "make good fire-starter."). And... apparently, I'm supposed to rip off the backing on the frames, remove the pictures, keep them, and then donate the frames because "someone might want them and not be able to afford professional frames." You know, picture frames that you can't easily reattach a back to. From the early 90's (since styles haven't changed at all in 30 years...). And because I'm not willing to do that with... 12 photos, and another ~18 certificates, I'm "against charity" and "hate poor people" (or something along those lines, I forget the exact phrasing, but you get the point).
It's absurd and stupid and a constant string of bs; and I'm tired and frustrated, and I don't know what to do about it.
And purely selfishly, if she didn't have money (and a lot of it) I'd cut all ties. But I literally cannot afford to. I need that inheritance.
I would not say 'better person'! 'stupider person' perhaps. 'person who keeps expecting change' maybe. but not 'better'!All I can say is that you are apparently a far better person than I am. I have family members like this, but I took the policy of deciding I'm not taking their crap, and straight up told them either they behave or I'm simply not dealing with them. Some have reformed, others I've simply cut out of my life, and sure they raged and tried to pitch a fit but I just cut them off, and have been far happier since.
Measure the length of your fingers on both hands. Starting with the pinky express the lengths as a ratio of the fingure next to it. These 4 ratios will be the same for each hand for 5.6 sigma of the population.Entertain me, internet!