Two days in a row without pain pills or much pain. First time for that since about mid-July, so you know I'm damned pleased.
On the minus side, we have a concert today and I have to work late for it. That wouldn't be bad, but I seem to have inadvertently booked a diva. Mid-year's resolution is no more divas, ever!
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"freedom to differ is not limited to things that do not matter much. That would be a mere shadow of freedom. The test of its substance is the right to differ as to things that touch the heart of the existing order."
- Justice Robert Jackson, West Virginia State Board of Ed. v. Barnette
Qingdai's thread reminded me to put a call out- Mr curses and I will be in Jollye Olde Englande in November. We'll be in the Croydon area for a bit, Tumbridge Wells-ish for a bit, and Manchester for a weekend. I have to double check the dates but it's the second and third week in November if anyone'd like to meet up for dinner or drinks or laugh at the silly American trying to pronounce Leicester.
Oh lol I spelled Tunbridge wrong. A pox on me. Manchester is a small ways away, too
That first Fri, Sat, and Sun (13th-15th) I'll be in Tunbridge Wells with my sister in law, I've just been told, and the next I'll be in Manchester. The best I can do is a weekday (16th-20th)
I am considering going to a concert on 15th Nov - Epica + Eluveitie + Scar Symmetry. Everyone is invited but I am not insisting it's to everyone's taste.
I am considering to a concert on 15th Nov - Epica + Eluveitie + Scar Symmetry. Everyone is invited but I am not insisting it's to everyone's taste.
Is Epica back on the tour? I saw they dropped out of the tour due to some family trouble - I would have seen them on Sept 23rd, but it was my son's birthday.
I just finished my grocery shopping for Tuesday night dinner, then I stopped by the liquor store for beer, and the guy asked me if I needed any wine for cooking, and I was like, "Weird, because I actually do, and totally forgot to pick any up," because I'm making a beef and vegetable soup tonight and a big batch of red sauce later this week, both of which I use wine in.
And then he gave me a free bottle of wine because it was a one-off and it was a little old, and he didn't want to sell it for drinking.
Because I care, I have to ask the important questions: Was this Pretty Boy Liquors?
It was not. I have been re-upping my efforts to patronize the businesses in the little strip mall at the end of the street.
The liquor store AND the convenience store owners both just sold to new owners. The lady who owned the liquor store sold so she could go back to Eritrea for a while, and spend more time with her youngest son, who is disabled. The new guys bought the existing liquor store and the pizza place (which, like all the pizza places there, no matter how good, went out of business--they just yanked the pizza ovens out after those guys went out of business because obviously that location was haunted against pizza somehow), so they're expanding the liquor store into that space as well. The new guys aren't bad looking, but not quite as striking as the lovely young men of Pretty Boy.
Anyway, that is the story of 'which liquor store I went to today.'
I support and or endorse your reasons for no longer patronizing PB's Liquors and Spirits.
There's this property in town where businesses go to die. I think originally it was an Office Max. That closed down and moved a bit down the road into the same complex as a Best Buy (and I think it closed down again after that). Next in line was a Circuit City. That didn't last long but that's as much a symptom of Circuit City overall. Then it became a Tiger Direct. That left some time last year. And now some discount grocer is revamping the building for their purposes.
Across the parking lot was originally some big store whose name I've long forgotten. That went away and now it's occupied by an hhgregg and a Pet Smart. Oddly enough, those businesses seem to being okay.
I can point to exactly what the problem is with the Building of Death. It's a mother loading herculean effort just to get in or out the parking lot.
I went to my shrink today for the first time since the accident, and because I have perfect timing, it was my very first visit with a brand new doctor who I never met before. My previous doctor moved her practice to San Francisco and I like her, but not enough to travel that far to see her. So this newbie got to deal with my shit out of the blue today. Lucky her!
So I lay it on her and she's like "oh I'm so sorry" or whatever and "how are you?" and I gave her the same response I've been giving everybody lately: "How do you even react to something like that?" I don't know where that came from but I have been using it a lot because I feel like it gives them permission to not know how to react, or to react however they want. And it gives me permission to laugh or be awkward or otherwise spaz out, because honestly, how do you even react to something like that?
But this chick is a professional head-shrinker. I go "How do you even react to something like that?" and she goes "with grief." So fucking obvious.
My dad is 75 and somewhat overweight, and lives a moderate drive + a few ferry trips away (so I don't see him very often), so you can imagine what was going through my head when I saw I was getting a call from him just before midnight last night.
Never been happier to get the equivalent of a "sorry, accidental dial, I am just trying to get this devil machine to work" call.
Good thing he actually confirmed it was an accidental dial. The worst is when you get a pocket / handbag dialled call and all you can hear is a muffled version of random conversations or background noises.
My best friend's pocket answers his calls, which is really disconcerting.
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"freedom to differ is not limited to things that do not matter much. That would be a mere shadow of freedom. The test of its substance is the right to differ as to things that touch the heart of the existing order."
- Justice Robert Jackson, West Virginia State Board of Ed. v. Barnette
I get pocket dials from one of my supervisors a lot. As a coworker, he was the single dumbest person I've ever worked with in the 40 years I've been working. I have no idea why he got promoted to supervisor. Maybe nobody else would take the job.
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Yesterday, The Little Muffin and I went to the normal diner place we go to normally (Bort--New Star, which was I think the first place we made you eat green chili), and we roll in for I guess a super-late lunch at like a quarter to three, and notice that they have a sign up that says they now close at THREE. So we were going to leave, but the waitress made us stay, so we ate really fast and left a 50% tip. We weren't even the last people in there. Still, I didn't care for that.
Then, today, Matlock and I are going to see Le Bonheur! Which I have had on my calendar for months! It's at the theater all the way across town, and every first Sunday, they have a $1 classic film, and some of them are great! The greatest? Le Bonheur! It's an Agnes Varda movie, and I have been studiously not watching it because I knew it was going to be showing on a big screen soon enough. And for pretty much the first time ever, we actually get there in plenty of time, because usually there is some kind of clusterfuck along our route, but not today. Hashtag blessed!
So we get in and I go to buy tickets, and they're like, "Oh, you're too late. They start at ONE now." So we missed it. Missed it entirely.
I made Matlock walk around with me for a while, and we went to a diner I used to go to a lot when I lived in that hood (Pete's Kitchen, since 1942!), and I even watched Le Bonheur on the stupid tiny TV screen after we got home, but I still feel kind of cursed right now. The last bunch of things I've tried to do have gotten all messed up.
Re: What's up with you?
(16th-20th)
So fucking obvious.
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