I’m glad you were able to work things out with this person, but your initial description was eerily similar to my experience in computer science in the early 2000s…even in an entry-level programming class, if you didn’t already have a language or two under you belt you were openly mocked (in some cases, by the professor). I ended up changing my major.
So where’s the “diverse” cast? They all seem to be in their 20s.
And why the swipe at old people?
well, it’s supposed to the most be racially and “lifestyle” diverse casts…and I was speaking of the commenters none of who seem to be under 50, and the 80-year-old whos in the comment section fighting for “white people culture”
My daughter pursuaded me to watch the OA, so we have been working through it over the last few weeks. My mini rant is that it is really very annoying, to say the least, that there are only two seasons, how the fuck can they leave it at that?
The octopus was a bit weird though.
Miguel de Cervantes wrote two long novels and about a dozen short ones.
Lope de Vega churned out plays like a cat with a bad case of hairballs.
They’re two of the greatest writers in the Spanish language. High volume and speed don’t necessarily mean the results are bad, but low ones don’t mean the writer should have gone into gardening either.
Me, I’m no great writer but right now I’ve got a manager who figured out pretty quickly I’m a pre-thinker and one who was completely freaked out about my first documents. I’m one of those people who don’t start writing until we have a pretty good idea what is it we want to say and how, pretty much to the individual graph and word; other people prefer to start with an outline and kind of fill it up in lawyers. I find their work fascinating to watch in an “I would drive myself to the madhouse if I tried that” kind of way, but the point of writing any kind of document is “having a good document”; it’s not about which route you took to get there.
Now for my minirant:
One cool thing about the Bros now understanding that our shared maternal unit is nuts, is that I can share her delusions and be met with a snort of laughter instead of questions about my sanity. The latest installment is “I’m so glad I’m not hunchbacked! I would SO hate to be hunchbacked! Pity that my belly is coming out further and makes dresses not fit me any more…” The belly is pretty much the same size and shape it has been for the last forty-plus years (to be fair to the woman it’s the fault of a bad surgeon); she’s more hunchbacked at 80 than her mother was at 98. Why has she decided that being hunchbacked due to age is an unacceptable part of reality? I have no idea…
Haven’t seen you about for a while, Nava. Hope you’ve been well. 
It’s not just writers. I’m in a few electronics/vintage arcade/Arduino groups and there will always be some asswipe that seems compelled to make a snarky comment to someone asking a noob question. As if having a master’s degree should be a requirement for having joined the group in the first place. Fortunately the mods have zero patience with that crap and shut it down hard in a hurry.
I’m moving house tomorrow (this bit is the opposite of a rant, I’ve been counting down the hours until I can get outta here). I’m only in one crappy room in a crappy share, and I already took the stuff I won’t need for a few months over last week, to store in a friend’s garage, so it’s just loading what’s left into the car.
I’ve been sitting in all day working on the computer, pretty much bored stiff 'cos it’s been really quiet but I still have to be around to answer the odd call or email, throughout that time it’s been vaguely sunny, with just a touch of light drizzle around lunchtime.
Finished work, logged off, got the last big item halfway maneuvered out the doorway and the heavens opened.
It’s hammering it down.
Everything’s stacked up awkwardly, I barely have enough space to sit on the bed to type this, but there is nothing I can do but sit here squished in a corner until the rain stops. I can almost hear the sky blowing a giant raspberry at me.
Wait, I’m a white people who’s always jealous of others who have an interesting ethnicity.
But hey, if I’ve got a “white people culture”, I should investigate that! Maybe drive to Minnesota and join a parade of Lutherans carrying “potluck casseroles”? (Ooh, with their golf shirts tucked into their polyester khakis…)
Today is? was? should be? my Other Shoe’s birthday.
Damn, do I miss his voice. The way he smiled when he saw me. The way I smiled when I saw him.
I don’t know if I’ll ever feel that way again. It’s like that part of me withered away.
{{{{{{{{{{ shoe, dear shoe }}}}}}}}}}
It sounds like you had a wonderful partnership. I’m sorry it’s so hard today.
I am sorry for your loss. I haven’t lost a spouse, but those I know say that while some of the pain dulls and fades, some of it stays as sharp as the very first day. I am very sorry that you are having a knife day.
I’m sorry for your loss. For what it’s worth, on my wife’s birthday I definitely say is. I do struggle with the verb tense on our anniversary. I don’t think anyone else knows what day our anniversary is, so it’s strictly an internal conversation.
I remember how devastated you were when he died, @purplehorseshoe. My condolences on this difficult anniversary.
And the phrasing you’re looking for is, "Today would have been ".
Thanks. Y’all are the best. Those posts were all helpful.
{{{{{{{{ shoe, good night and sleep tight }}}}}}}}
Going on three weeks of red, itchy hives. Two times to urgent care for meds that helped a little and then back to square one. I am exhausted. Sleep is hard. I feel like one giant ball of inflammation. There are like three different things wrong with my skin right now. And my skin isn’t the only problem here.
I’m going to discuss this with my psychiatrist Thursday because I started taking my wonderful miracle drug about three weeks before the hives started. If that is the culprit I guess I have to give it up. I’m not sure how much longer I can tolerate this.