That's one trite slam I've heard but it was much more entertaining to hear I should die in a fire. It's highly vicious but at least it's marginally creative.
Differentiate cynicism from bitterness. I'm the one who has hope and it appears a tremendous number of people have given up on the word and don't even use it anymore. When you're making charges of bitterness, maybe it's time for a chat with Socrates.
If you don't know what that means, Ithaka may not be for you.
There's hope the people will take back the country and make it America again. You have the power and it's my hope you will use it. That, in fact, is one of the few hopes I have when I'm sick as a rat and the prognosis is not altogether too good.
Without hope, fuck it, you're already dead.
I enjoy the freedom to say much of what I want to say, notwithstanding the gross invasion of privacy by the state in watching what I do. Almost everything I say now would have got me fired from my job and that's possibly not true for the university but that's definitely true for the bank which was about as right wing as anything I've had the misfortune to experience.
This is what happens when you stop smoking the ganja to work in a bank and it's a peach of a reason to always avoid selfies:
Don't let this happen to you! I have no idea what happened to the hat and I couldn't care less. It was a high-quality Stetson and I still don't care (larfs).
Something even more ludicrous is the bankers didn't believe I wasn't getting high but, wtf, they're bankers. How much imagination would you expect from them. I've most determinedly made up for the ganja deficit since that time, however.
Even more ludicrous is I was involved with a blazing alcoholic at the time and ganja smokers won't do anything to your life except maybe slow it down but an alcoholic will stab it in the heart. If someone is a heavy drinker, run for your life if you ever even think of a relationship.
I was browsing through the photo collection since it's the only option when I never gave keywords to any of them. The search was for old family pictures and I found this (cough) gem. Lotho was speaking about something else and mentioned different lives we traverse as we grow and this one makes me want to crawl under a rock (larfs).
The search for old pics was motivated by my cuz in Edinburgh where I have quite a few of them but the others are something of a gentile elite whereas she lives an entirely different lifestyle. I can't relate too much to the gentile elite but different is always interesting.
A standard meal with Brits, even if they're transplanted to Australia, is mince which is hamburger with potatoes or rice. My ol' Dad had so much of it as a kid that he hated it and wouldn't eat it.
Mince seems like an easy thing to prepare as maybe you just brown the burger meat while you boil some 'taters and, presto, a large quantity meal suitable for feeding a pack of hungry children ... but not my ol' Dad. Not surprisingly, there's something extra and maybe it's a bit of flour to thicken it or some such but I don't know the trick. Alas as I would eat the stuff to this day. Sure it's peasant food and that makes me a peasant since I still enjoy it ... or I would if I knew the last step I need (sob).
Note: yes, both were Scots and both families had been for many, many generations but I never saw anything which seemed Scottish and their accents were straight out of London. My ol' Mother sounded remarkably like Queen Elizabeth.
Food right now is a problem as it's been about a week since I could eat anything and I just tried a bit of pizza to see what would happen. Of course that's not the healthiest choice but it was hot and it was there. The situation around that is kind of grim as I get to the point where I can barely walk from the weakness. That may sound like exaggeration but, if anything, I back pedal it and I really don't understand why it happens. The doctor is only a few days now and hopefully then I get some answers but likely not right away since we've got to run some tests, don't we.
The jet power has stopped, if you take my meaning, and I do think the Omeprazole may have helped with that since there was hint of slowing until I tried it. That was a major rescue by Yevette since I didn't have any money and she lucked into some.
Previously I couldn't eat anything since it would hit the Eject button as soon as I tried. That aspect is improved but any kind of exertion means lunch is going to head for the river. That's why things freaked yesterday. Exertion still tries to have that effect but it's not as convincing now so there does seem to be some improvement.
None of this may make any sense when the regulars have already seen I have declined a biopsy for lung cancer but I have zero confidence there would be any positive benefit from doing it. However, surgery for skin cancer prevents an immediate spreading problem so there were multiple surgeries for that this summer and I'm getting an even more impressive collection of scars than I had already. A similar situation exists with whatever happens with my gut. The consideration is quality of life and not the length of it. If I spend what's left of my allotted span in gut-ripping misery then there's no way I really gained anything, did I.
At this stage of my life, there's no way I hold back on anything and why should I when it's the last shot. Some will get pissed but my interest is in the ones who understand and stay. Activity on Ithaka hasn't been hurt by aggression toward Republicans / Democrats since the Kaninchen are mostly unlabeled so they can keep their thoughts open. They won't always go the way my thoughts lead but they think and that's all that matters. The conclusions are up to them.
This is the boldest opportunity for expression I have ever had since I've been heavily-constrained by right wing workplaces but that's over and I can't be fired now except with a Colt .45. Given the content of my thoughts, it's not inconceivable that will happen but so it goes. Cadillac Man doesn't believe I would have anything close to this level of freedom in Russia but there was some naked guy riding a motorcycle riding around Moscow being chased by cops so any idea Stalinist Russia still lives doesn't work too well in combination with that image.
Maybe I wouldn't have this freedom in Russia but I don't know that. It sure doesn't seem to hurt Snowden too much and I understand he wants to come home but America isn't home to me, nowhere is. I'm a fuckin' mutt and I've lived in some of the coolest places anywhere ... and been kicked out of all of them (larfs).
All the sibs were born in Australia so they knew where they were born but I had never seen Scotland and didn't see it until I went back a few years ago. Kee-rist, what a miserable fuckin' place! (larfs). It's cold and it rains constantly. Screw that!
I'm advised it's much the same for Germany und ich liebe Deutschland but I probably wouldn't dig that rain too much and, after Australia, I have always hated being cold. That may not seem to jibe too well with skiing but I looked like the Michelin Man out there. I wasn't the Big Dawg who wore spandex tights and a tiny ski jacket and it makes me shiver even thinking about it. Besides, I don't even want to know how creepy it feels wearing spandex tights.
Seeing them was like hearing Joe Namath say he would wear nylons for games on cold days and, wow, that's really butch, Joe. Really.
If you aren't familiar, check out Broadway Joe sometime as the guy was a riot.
Well, that will be quite enough blather about a hat.
Differentiate cynicism from bitterness. I'm the one who has hope and it appears a tremendous number of people have given up on the word and don't even use it anymore. When you're making charges of bitterness, maybe it's time for a chat with Socrates.
If you don't know what that means, Ithaka may not be for you.
There's hope the people will take back the country and make it America again. You have the power and it's my hope you will use it. That, in fact, is one of the few hopes I have when I'm sick as a rat and the prognosis is not altogether too good.
Without hope, fuck it, you're already dead.
I enjoy the freedom to say much of what I want to say, notwithstanding the gross invasion of privacy by the state in watching what I do. Almost everything I say now would have got me fired from my job and that's possibly not true for the university but that's definitely true for the bank which was about as right wing as anything I've had the misfortune to experience.
This is what happens when you stop smoking the ganja to work in a bank and it's a peach of a reason to always avoid selfies:
Don't let this happen to you! I have no idea what happened to the hat and I couldn't care less. It was a high-quality Stetson and I still don't care (larfs).
Something even more ludicrous is the bankers didn't believe I wasn't getting high but, wtf, they're bankers. How much imagination would you expect from them. I've most determinedly made up for the ganja deficit since that time, however.
Even more ludicrous is I was involved with a blazing alcoholic at the time and ganja smokers won't do anything to your life except maybe slow it down but an alcoholic will stab it in the heart. If someone is a heavy drinker, run for your life if you ever even think of a relationship.
I was browsing through the photo collection since it's the only option when I never gave keywords to any of them. The search was for old family pictures and I found this (cough) gem. Lotho was speaking about something else and mentioned different lives we traverse as we grow and this one makes me want to crawl under a rock (larfs).
The search for old pics was motivated by my cuz in Edinburgh where I have quite a few of them but the others are something of a gentile elite whereas she lives an entirely different lifestyle. I can't relate too much to the gentile elite but different is always interesting.
A standard meal with Brits, even if they're transplanted to Australia, is mince which is hamburger with potatoes or rice. My ol' Dad had so much of it as a kid that he hated it and wouldn't eat it.
Mince seems like an easy thing to prepare as maybe you just brown the burger meat while you boil some 'taters and, presto, a large quantity meal suitable for feeding a pack of hungry children ... but not my ol' Dad. Not surprisingly, there's something extra and maybe it's a bit of flour to thicken it or some such but I don't know the trick. Alas as I would eat the stuff to this day. Sure it's peasant food and that makes me a peasant since I still enjoy it ... or I would if I knew the last step I need (sob).
Note: yes, both were Scots and both families had been for many, many generations but I never saw anything which seemed Scottish and their accents were straight out of London. My ol' Mother sounded remarkably like Queen Elizabeth.
Food right now is a problem as it's been about a week since I could eat anything and I just tried a bit of pizza to see what would happen. Of course that's not the healthiest choice but it was hot and it was there. The situation around that is kind of grim as I get to the point where I can barely walk from the weakness. That may sound like exaggeration but, if anything, I back pedal it and I really don't understand why it happens. The doctor is only a few days now and hopefully then I get some answers but likely not right away since we've got to run some tests, don't we.
The jet power has stopped, if you take my meaning, and I do think the Omeprazole may have helped with that since there was hint of slowing until I tried it. That was a major rescue by Yevette since I didn't have any money and she lucked into some.
Previously I couldn't eat anything since it would hit the Eject button as soon as I tried. That aspect is improved but any kind of exertion means lunch is going to head for the river. That's why things freaked yesterday. Exertion still tries to have that effect but it's not as convincing now so there does seem to be some improvement.
None of this may make any sense when the regulars have already seen I have declined a biopsy for lung cancer but I have zero confidence there would be any positive benefit from doing it. However, surgery for skin cancer prevents an immediate spreading problem so there were multiple surgeries for that this summer and I'm getting an even more impressive collection of scars than I had already. A similar situation exists with whatever happens with my gut. The consideration is quality of life and not the length of it. If I spend what's left of my allotted span in gut-ripping misery then there's no way I really gained anything, did I.
At this stage of my life, there's no way I hold back on anything and why should I when it's the last shot. Some will get pissed but my interest is in the ones who understand and stay. Activity on Ithaka hasn't been hurt by aggression toward Republicans / Democrats since the Kaninchen are mostly unlabeled so they can keep their thoughts open. They won't always go the way my thoughts lead but they think and that's all that matters. The conclusions are up to them.
This is the boldest opportunity for expression I have ever had since I've been heavily-constrained by right wing workplaces but that's over and I can't be fired now except with a Colt .45. Given the content of my thoughts, it's not inconceivable that will happen but so it goes. Cadillac Man doesn't believe I would have anything close to this level of freedom in Russia but there was some naked guy riding a motorcycle riding around Moscow being chased by cops so any idea Stalinist Russia still lives doesn't work too well in combination with that image.
Maybe I wouldn't have this freedom in Russia but I don't know that. It sure doesn't seem to hurt Snowden too much and I understand he wants to come home but America isn't home to me, nowhere is. I'm a fuckin' mutt and I've lived in some of the coolest places anywhere ... and been kicked out of all of them (larfs).
All the sibs were born in Australia so they knew where they were born but I had never seen Scotland and didn't see it until I went back a few years ago. Kee-rist, what a miserable fuckin' place! (larfs). It's cold and it rains constantly. Screw that!
I'm advised it's much the same for Germany und ich liebe Deutschland but I probably wouldn't dig that rain too much and, after Australia, I have always hated being cold. That may not seem to jibe too well with skiing but I looked like the Michelin Man out there. I wasn't the Big Dawg who wore spandex tights and a tiny ski jacket and it makes me shiver even thinking about it. Besides, I don't even want to know how creepy it feels wearing spandex tights.
Seeing them was like hearing Joe Namath say he would wear nylons for games on cold days and, wow, that's really butch, Joe. Really.
If you aren't familiar, check out Broadway Joe sometime as the guy was a riot.
Well, that will be quite enough blather about a hat.
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