Contacts freak me out and I have an astigmatism that is difficult to correct with lasik.
Yeah, I’m autistic, and I have trouble trying new foods sometimes. (Which is a bit hard to admit on this board sometimes, seeing as so many vilify picky eaters.)
Glad he tried the waffles.
“Jesus, WTF is wrong with you? Try the damn oyster, I just know you’ll like it! Quit being such a damn wimp!”
I’ll have the oysters. You try the foie gras… 
Haha! Yeah, I’ve never been brave enough to try oysters.
Dear neighbors: I know you love setting off ordnance for the 4th, but fhe holiday is over and it’d be nice if the air in my home didn’t reek of gunpowder anymore.
Other note on aromas: Mrs. J. and I were talking about potentially getting a new puppy and when I took the car out last night, there was a distinct odor of previous dog which I figured was my my mind (and nose) playing tricks on me. Then I realized it was because I had a bag of fertilizer in the trunk. 
I had to be the cranky old guy last night to go out and tell our neighbors to knock it the fuck off at 10:30 pm after they set off one of those huge box o’ mortars things in the middle of the street that rattled the whole house while I was trying to get to sleep. (Yeah, some of us have to get up and go to work this morning. :mad:)
They’re good neighbors 364 days a year but turn into the neighbors from hell every 4th of July. Every fucking relative of their seems to come out of the woodwork and converge on their house, parking all up and down the street, except for right in front of their house which I guess they want to keep clear for the blowing-shit-up area. When the city made fireworks illegal within the city limits several years ago I figured this would put an end to it, but it hasn’t. They’re out there in the driveway every year with hundreds of dollars of fireworks, blowing stuff up till all hours and leaving a huge mess of debris in the street and in neighboring yards that the rest of us all wind up having to clean up.
I guess next year I just need to all the cops on them as soon as they get started.
One of the tenants doesn’t have enough to do. She sits and watches the “hood.” She used to call me over stupid shit like a truck in the public alley. I think she got the message when I reminded her that I am half hour away, and call the cops if she’s worried.
Her latest target, and one she tried to recruit me to help with, was an unlicensed vehicle on the neighbors property (not one of mine) parked on the dirt next to the driveway. She called, the inspector came and issued a notice of violation not only to the neighbor, but to her (her vehicle was also partially on the dirt) AND to me, as the property owner.
It’s a month to month rental, and they’ve been pretty good so far, but she needs to get a goddamn job or something.
Suggestion from someone who knows she has astigmatism because the optometrist tells me so: see if it’s possible to get glasses which are your scrip except for the astigmatism correction. That would help you evaluate if lasik may work for you. I went from not going to the bathroom until my glasses were on, to not wearing glasses for 15 years. Now my myopia scrip has gone up a little and I use glasses for driving, walking around unfamiliar places or going to the movies.
I’m honestly okay with wearing comfortable glasses and hoping the ultralight frame/lens combo I ordered will work. I can’t read or see small details closer than 3.5 feet and my distance and night vision has degraded a lot in the last five or so years. Watching TV and doing mid-range vision stuff is still okay.
around midnight, there was a really loud firework going off (one of many still being set off) I thought wow that sounds really close. this morning I found bottle rocket holders in my front yard. Apparently it is not enough to set them off illegally and until late at night but now they are roving the neighborhood to set them off. I am so tired this morning at work.
Don’t. Just don’t. I did once.
So true. I think most people don’t realize the socially awkward position they are putting others in when they do that.
I have learned to be cagey with my responses, usually another question like “what are you thinking about doing?”
Or, now that I’m married, my easy (and usually true) out is “Not sure, I’d have to check with <wife>. What’s going on?” The value of not keeping the family social calendar.
Sorry guys but I’m going to use y’all to try and explain this so I can then explain it to the relevant people, because it was just bloody fucking weird.
My mother is visiting for two weeks. I invited her to spend one week at the end of the month, she came for two weeks at the beginning. Up to here, normal. Not polite, or desirable, but within what’s normal for my mother. She’s been having a cold for several days; she refused to admit she had one, refused to “go get something from the pharmacy”. Yesterday we left the house and I took off in the opposite direction from what she expected, “aren’t we going to the supermarket?” “we’re going to the pharmacy to get some acetylcysteine for that upper respiratory cold of doom.” At the pharmacy I asked for a low dosage of AcCys; Mom asked the pharmacist “oh, but wouldn’t something more specific be better?” “is it to dissolve persistent mucosity?” “it’s for phl… yes!” “then this is the most specific thing; nice upper respiratory cold you have going there!” Up to here, normal. Irritating, but normal.
This morning she did something she hadn’t done in almost twenty years. I was… on a 0 to 10 scale, where 0 is fully awake and 10 is sleeping like a rock, I was at 9.5; I was lying in bed, aware enough to open one eye occasionally but otherwise switched off. She came in, sat on me and started talking. Didn’t even realize she’d sat on me. I said “ow!” and moved out from under her. She just kept talking. After a while she half-stood up, shuffled over and - sat down on my leg again! It’s my leg, it’s not a pillow. I’m reasonably sure the thighbone can be felt quite clearly when you sit on it like that. We repeated the shuffle yet again, eventually I crawled up into a tailor’s seat and she stopped pursuing.
Is acetylcysteine supposed to affect people’s perceptions or something? I mean, the woman has always been as self-centered as a black hole, but this is weird even for her.
This happened a few days ago, but it’s been bugging me.I stopped at the supermarket to pick up a few things. I was feeling a judgmental vibe from the clerk as I checked out. I thought it was my imagination. But as I was picking up the bags, she pointedly said something to the other clerk to the effect of “ I just can’t believe the kind of things some people spend their money on”. I felt it was directed at me.
Mostly I wanted to make a big pitcher of fruit salad to snack on during the week. I purchased
A bag of green grapes.
A good size chunk of watermelon
3 peaches
3 tangerines (OK, these were really overpriced $2 for 3, out of season and all. But my base recipe for the fruit salad is grapes, watermelons and tangerine or mandarin sections.- I didn’t want to skip it.)
A half pint of raspberries
A pint of blueberries.
I also purchased a loaf of bread (Pepperidge Farms marble rye), a box of Triscuits and a clamshell container of Campari tomatoes. And a container of veggie dip and a small container of prepared barbecued chicken wings for $5. And a jar of dry roasted peanuts - house brand.
That’s it. It came out to a little over $40.
I just don’t get it and it’s bugging me. I just can’t see this as anything other than a basic middle-class food purchase — not particularly extravagant or junky.
I really let this comment get into my head . I hate it when I do that.
You should have asked her what she was referring to.
Our regular supermarket is undergoing a major redesign. Every time we go into it, all of the items have been shuffled so that you can’t find anything. And when you go back, it’s in yet again another place. They have an alleged index of where to find things, but if you look something up on the list and go where they say it is, it isn’t there. We’ve been going to another supermarket further away till they get their act together.
Nava she really is like my MiL. Scary.
My condolences to your husband, Sunny.
Jeez, I would, too. Aside from the noise and the mess, all those vehicles in the street have to constitute a safety hazard in case the fire department actually had to respond if there’s a fire.
And to you, too.