Speaking of FB, I was found by someone I knew years ago (like, teenage years) with whom I was mostly friends via my mother anyway. We link, and he sends the standard “how’s life?” type of catchup message:
Me: “life is alright. Saw your {exotic destination vacation} photos. Looking happy!”
Him: “just alright? That’s not good enough! ”
Part of me realizes this is probably just light banter, small talk, whatever, on his part. Part of me wants to roar back, “I’m pulling my life back together after losing my husband less than two years ago, and alright is a fucking victory. Who the holy fuck are you to judge what’s good enough?” Of course he probably doesn’t know, it’s not his job to keep up with what’s going on in a semi-strangers life, but my FB status is clearly labelled (bleagh) and in general even if that weren’t the case, isn’t that a shitty comment for someone to make?
So I’m peacefully watching TV in the living room last night while enjoying a snack and an iced drink, when I hear a slurping noise from the vicinity of the snack. I whip my head around (has the Lab succeeded in sneaking up on my food?). The Lab, who is actually licking at a spot on the carpet under the side table (a crumb of something might have fallen there in 2010), senses my motion and in an attack of guilt/self-preservation jerks back, whacking into the underside of the table, lifting it about a foot and spilling my drink onto the table, my chair, the rug and the TV remote, resulting in a 20-minute bout of cleanup instead of relaxing with a movie.* Goddamn dog.
*also, a loud, reverberating razzberry to my local TV station running the Coen Bros.’ “Blood Simple”, for deciding not only to bleep out Nasty Words but to censor scenes it evidently felt were Too Violent for the audience to bear. If that’s the way you feel, just show “The Sound Of Music” and watch out for the scenes where Julie Andrews’ ankles might be exposed.
Exactly. I no longer speak to my dad’s brother even though he’s the only family I have left on that side. Between the shoddy way he treated my dad when Dad was alive, and how he “convinced” Grandma to sign over control of her bank accounts knowing full well she wouldn’t remember that she did that the next day and then proceeded to pilfer almost all of her money before she passed I won’t have anything to do with him anymore. To this day he doesn’t think he did anything wrong. Some people have their heads so far up their asses it’s a wonder they can still walk around.
My rant: We had a nasty storm blow through Saturday morning. It’s been the wettest month on record here and the ground is completely saturated. Trees are coming down at what seems like the slightest gust of wind anymore. And there’s more rain in the forecast. So far I’ve been lucky, the big tree branch that came down in my building’s parking lot didn’t hit my car or anyone else’s. I’d say “STOP RAINING” but then it’d probably not rain again for months.
I don’t think Mrs T read my post. She did make an intriguing post of her own. A meme asked ‘If you could eradicate one thing in the world, what would it be?’. Her answer ? “Ignorance”
Actually…there are a lot of things I’m really happy not to know about.
OK: micro rants time.
Just upgraded my Mac OS from the antediluvian 10.6 to Yosemite. And…my feelings are mixed. They broke the mechanism that displays raw images from cameras – it’s now 10 times slower than it used to be. Pretty damned annoying when I have 2000 photos to sort. And will you please stop auto-correcting me? I tried typing the tongue-in-cheek phrase “the ghey” in a recent post, and it corrected it to “the they”. Not nearly as allegedly humorous.
And Subaru? I know you’re just trying to protect me from being carjacked and/or possibly axe-murdered by evil-doers hiding in the back seat, but when I unlock the car using my key fob, I’d like all the doors to unlock. Because (and I know this is a failing), I am more likely to be carried away by sheer aggravation and apoplexy on the ten thousandth time I try opening a door and find out it’s locked than I am by the aforementioned axe murderer. Yes, I know I have but to click twice on the key fob, but I am a creature of habit and never remember. (And habitually clicking twice would defeat the whole point of this supposed security mechanism, would it not?)
Just in case nobody has seen this thread, Lacunae Matata is finally asking for help. We are doing pretty well by her, but there might be some people who haven’t seen it and could help. Sorry Lacunae Matata if I’ve just embarrassed you. I do understand how hard that was for you to do and I don’t have facebook, so I’m sharing the news in different ways.
Very minor rant: I went dress shopping yesterday. I found a nice rainbow colored calf length dress which looked great in the dressing room. Hurray, just the thing to wear to the courthouse tomorrow. Except that my fish belly white legs are going to blind everyone with the glare. I’m going to have to wear nylons
Oh, just a couple of friends FINALLY being allowed to get married. I’m so happy for them. They are in their 60, have been domestic partners for 40 years and have been worried about what would happen if one of them had to go to the hospital because the other might not be allowed in because they weren’t family.
Hubs has told me that if they can’t get married now, he will pay for legal aid. Actually, his exact words on Friday were “Its about fucking time. Do whatever you need to to help them. I’m so sick of this bullshit.”
PS Thanks for reading my post and going to look and help Lacunae Matata.
Congratulations to your friends. I hope the Houston clerks are as obliging as the Dallas ones have apparently been, and are not the least bit affected by gov abbot’s bs.
And I’m glad Lacunae Matata has given us all a chance to do something tangible to help. She and Tony have been very brave and I sure hope they are able to get some resolution.
And thank you, flatlined. It was really hard to ask for help, but as I reminded Tony: we (he more than me, because he’s so much more extroverted,) have always tried to help others when we can - from random donations when we can make them, to offering folks a ride or a place to be when they need it, to always volunteering a pickup truck when friends are moving. It’s okay for the tables to be turned now and again. And the donations have already made a world of difference in our outlooks. Just knowing that he/we can begin this next stage of the journey is such an enormous relief!
I already know what sort of cake it will be because I ordered it from a professional baker. I’m not going to mess up their day by bringing one of my kitchen disasters.
Cherry Cheesecake with a very cute topper. I tried to find it online to share to no avail. The bakeries here are all ready for all of the weddings that will be happening soon.
Due to our line of work (evil oil people who are intent on destroying the planet) I do have several lawyers on speed dial. One of them is a junkyard dog who will happily leap into the ring if the clerks in Houston give my friends any problems. I sent him a text yesterday and I’ll bet he’s already drooling and slavering over the chance to get his name in national news as a defender of justice and human rights.
Yeah, I know that sounded really cynical, but he is a junkyard dog who will rip the throats out of anyone who hurts his clients.
Lacunae Matata I know that it was hard for you to ask, which is why I brought it up here. I don’t look at the MPS forum as often as I look here, and I’d guess that others don’t either. I hope your lives get better and I’m glad you gave us a way to help. A lot of people are pulling for you and Tony, a couple of dollars gives us a way to show it.
I drive a 2007 Prius and it does this and drives me batty. This is one of those things that only the dealer can change for me and I never remember to bring it up when I take the car in for service. It bothered me on day one and it bothers me today. Even more annoying when I’ve been driving for a bit with the doors locked, park, open my driver door (which makes me think they’re all unlocked), get out, close the driver door, try to open the back door to get luggage out and it’s locked. Heave a heavy, annoyed sigh, open the driver door again, hit the unlock all doors switch, and then continue with what I was going to do.
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