Today’s my birthday. I got a card from my parents, with a check in it and a note: “Hope we can get together soon.”
My brother lives 50 miles away, our parents 100 miles beyond that, and we always meet up at his place. The last 3 times they’ve come - Thanksgiving, Christmas, and our birthdays (there are 3 family birthdays within a week), I haven’t made it because I genuinely wasn’t feeling well. And I genuinely do not want to spend time with my parents; my mother is the Queen of Revisionist History and my father has a one-track mind and has for some time; his one track right now is “I read somewhere that vaccines cause autism.” :smack: I suspect that my brother isn’t any more excited about hosting them than I am about going there.
It’s not like I’d see his kids anyway, because they’re 13 and 14 and don’t really want to hang out with Teh Grownupz.
On top of it, I had to go to the doctor today because I have a bladder infection, and I’m at the age where they recommend a screening colonoscopy. Fun fun fun. No, I didn’t make an appointment, but they did hand me several brochures about it, which I put into my recycling bin.
Ugg. I get over a cold, just in time for cedar pollen production to ramp up.
And tonight, for some reason almost every time I blow my nose I somehow manage to miss the tissue and get snot just about everywhere else instead. The only times I haven’t, have been when the tissue was smashed up against my nostrils to the point it was hard to blow my nose. Sigh.
Waitaminute, you no longer consider yourself a Christian, but you still think of Jesus as a fine moral teacher for yourself? (re-reads part about bread and wine for breakfast) And nutritionist?
Maybe YOU’RE the one who took Christ out of Christianity! Maybe the Christians might like to have him back, didja ever think about THAT?
As annoying as colonoscopy preps are (the procedure itself is done under sedation and is no big deal) advanced colon cancer is worse. Do get the screening.
Thanks, you fucking asshole, for clipping my driver’s mirror while I was in having lunch. Couldn’t leave a fucking note, could you, ya prick? I can’t use my insurance to get this repaired because my rates will go up for filing a minor claim. So I’ll be out several hundred dollars, I’m sure, as it’s a foreign-made car and parts prices make you their bitch. Cocksucker.
I read something today in Jack Vance’s “Tschai” novels that seems to apply.
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It occurs to me that the man and his religion are one and the same thing. The unknown exists. Each man projects on the blankness the shape of his own particular world-view. He endows his creation with his personal volitions and attitudes. The religious man stating his case is in essence explaining himself.
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So people who twist their religion to espouse hatred and greed (or adopt one that already does so) are simply telling us who they are in their deepest hearts.
Roddy
One of my favourite podcasts, that I normally look forward to every week, had an astrologer and poet as their guest today. What a load of hippie-dippy nonsense. Stupid crap like that should not have been given the dignity of being taken seriously.
Why is it that you can go into work late so that you can catch the curling during the winter Olympics, but you can’t go in late to take you infant daughter to the doctor when Mummy has bronchitis?
Said bronchitis-laden Mummy walked there, because she doesn’t drive, and walked back. An hour travel time and a sick person who didn’t actually need to be in the waiting room in the (only) waiting room.
Now baby is unwell and Daddy has indicated Mummy is on her own to get baby back. She won’t stop screaming long enough for me to even call the doctor.
I still remember the episode of my favorite podcast where one of the hosts admitted to being a moon landing denier. The only reason I’m still a listener is that the other hosts seemed to be just as appalled, and called her out for it (very gently, of course). It hasn’t come up since, and she hasn’t spouted any other wacky conspiracy stuff either.
…I’m assuming the only reason he’s still alive is because you’re too weak to do the job yourself and the baby’s crying too loudly to call a professional in? Because that is massive neglect of the both of you on his part, IMO.
I pit you for your apparent equal disdain for astrology and poetry. Astrology is total crap. Poetry can be divine. Maybe you don’t want to listen to poetry on a podcast, but have a little respect.
(Stops shaking finger in the general direction of GuanoLad, puts hands in pocket, wanders away whistling.)
Roddy
and a note: “Hope we can get together soon.”
And I genuinely do not want to spend time with my parents; my mother is the Queen of Revisionist History and my father has a one-track mind and has for some time; his one track right now is “I read somewhere that vaccines cause autism.” :smack: I suspect that my brother isn’t any more excited about hosting them than I am about going there.
The only reason I’m still a listener is that the other hosts seemed to be just as appalled, and called her out for it (very gently, of course). It hasn’t come up since, and she hasn’t spouted any other wacky conspiracy stuff either.