Of all the things which have been used, invariably erroneously, as personal shots, telling me I need to get out into the Sun more really takes the biscuit.
Note: I'm not angry / hurt but I do shake my head sometimes and mutter, "Fuckin' people," before I laugh.
It's a week or two since I posted a gory pic of a scar on my arm which wasn't even close to as gory as when the chopper man slashed me ... and why should he do that.
Fucking skin cancer
I read the line back and cracked-up. Are you serious, mate?
In Texas, you're fried in fifteen minutes, easy. I need to go full jungle safari coverage since further compounding the situation just means they cut me again sooner and it invites melanoma. I've already had every other kind of skin cancer; that's the only one left. If I screw around about it, I'll be looking square at a box so there's zero latitude for playing the fool.
That may seem to limit perspective insofar as I can't do this or that which others are doing but that assumes I want to do them while often I do not. It's not so much I've been there, done that, for racing about on motorcycles, etc but rather there's evolution and different things now take much more of my interest. That wasn't a loss in perspective but a shift in it. In large part, I have both perspectives since I did get that Harley, young grasshopper.
Ed: and got smashed all to hell on it!
Nevertheless. Even that crash is part of the frame of reference and damn sure without any need to repeat it but one which most never experience.
I've seen people on Facebook crying buckets over some impending procedure which was trivial but in their frame of reference it was terrifying when they have never experienced much of a medical procedure previously. They've been chopping me up since the early 90s so it's relatively easy to be lackadaisical about it.
From my own frame of my reference, the perspective on someone doing that is, gee, that must be really scary, huh (larfs). That comedy only comes from lack of understanding, however. They really are terrified.
I don't have to stay entirely out of the Sun since I go out there to rejuvenate sometimes on the porch but I'm harsh on the timing since any feeling my skin is reacting to it means I'll go inside immediately. I still do hope to get video of those meerkats but I'll look like the Mummy when I do it.
I go out there to appreciate the fresh green of Spring leaves as they come in for the trees and I like to watch them move. That's not an old person move since that's something I think many enjoy. I hear all the bird calls and I look for them but I hardly ever spot them. However, I come back inside to look around and people write about what they eat. Well ... no Spring green in that frame of reference, I guess.
The limitation to the frame of reference in America for many, usually wealthy ones, is they cannot imagine not only is there no envy for such lifestyle, frequently there's not even any interest in it. For me there is interest and I've posted multiple articles regarding various things my sibs are doing. All of these things looked cool but they're not usually things I want to do.
Queen Bee loves throngs of people and was having big fun in Bavaria but that hasn't been something I've wanted to do for some while. She seems to prefer traveling in concert with others but I almost always do it alone, as is my preference. I loathe being in crowds and that goes way back. Maybe that Kids Are Alright tour did it. Unknown.
Lotho has a peach of a time with zip lines and it looks cool but I know I don't want to do that. If anything skydiving made my own fear of heights much worse since that showed me I'm willing to jump so zip lining is out. I enjoy that my sibs can do these things but that's almost always as far as it goes.
The above doesn't extend to bunji jumping, base jumping, and things of that nature which are Pass/Fail jumps and if there's any failure you die. That's just a rich man's form of Russian Roulette. Stupid.
Ed: in their frame of reference, they think it's clever
Of course they do; from the limited perspective of the jaded rich, just about anything looks clever. Trump's boys can't pop a bone without killing rare and beautiful animals. They post pictures since they think others envy them but most only wish the animals had got them. That doesn't apply only to the Trumps but any type of safari hunter. Usually we root for the animals.
Cadillac Man mentioned frames of references in one talk and it's sometimes difficult for people to accept that those frames are often different for people. His interest is particularly in how that relates to history but it's true for anything. Use it for the obsessive conformity in America and Goth kids look Gothy but they all do it in the same Gothy way so the one thing we know for sure is they may be rebelling against something but conformity isn't it. However, within their frames of reference, we're callous brutes who couldn't possibly understand.
My own frame of reference has always been strongly different to that of most people due to the heavy engagement with large-scale computer systems and I mean walls filled with control monitors. For anyone who uses a computer in the standard ways such as browsing for news, purchases, etc, the perspective of the potential in computers is extremely limited because that frame of reference is not aware of anything beyond that.
All of that changes when you design whatever exists within the computer since that frame of reference then has no limit. In the frame of reference of the majority of people, that perspective is nonexistent. They know they have computers and there are bit twiddlers somewhere who keep changing the operating system to screw them up. I've been one of those bit twiddlers through much of my life.
As to the slashing, the scar is slowly disappearing and I'll post another pic in a week or so, whenever I get these accursed stitches pulled so I can show you. It's remarkable how they pull off the disappearing act.
I don't want the scar to disappear since there's the situation when the mucho macho muchacho rolls up on me with his tats so I roll up on him with my arm and say, "That's not pain, cabron; this is stinkin' pain."
It would be glorious ... at least until he shot me.
But the damn thing disappears. I have no pain badge and that sucks after I think I fuckin' earned it.
There are eight slashes just from the last year and I'd look like fookin' Rambo ... but they fookin' disappear.
It seems the perspective of me must me of some miserable wretch crouched in front of the computer, overwhelmed by the despair of the world. However, I'm not sure how much larger my perspective can grow than dealing with a Stage 3/4 cancer while Yevette goes through it. I'm not pulling anything from any textbooks about death and dying. It's right here, right now.
Note: I've seen that, oh, you poor suffering wretch from multiple conservative types so that may be the latest play. It's likely one which counts on getting a reaction of wtf are you talking about. It's similar to the pitch of how can you prove there is no God as if to think there's any reason you need to prove anything. That kind of thing comes up constantly with mass debaters Twitter.
Meanwhile, my Caregiver moves may not have been so tip top yesterday but there was an Ooh Wow to save the day later. It's a far, far better thing I do ... blah, blah, blah.
The perspective is harsh but it's still a good one. There's the smile from Yevette when I say to her, "Now there are three more days knocked down toward the end of this."
The smile from her is nice to see but the message it carried is she was working that thinking already and it gives her reason to smile. That's what gives the big bang.
I have tried to some extent to present that on Ithaka that it sucks but not all of it and the hope was that may lighten the perspective for others who face this, like me, with not a hint of an idea of what to do about it and only two weeks to learn.
The thing I've found is it brings the best out of people. That makes some guilt in me since I'd like to buy the world a Coke ... and bring this to everyone but I can't. I'm a great damn cheerleader because I'm a great damn listener and the cheerleader has to know when to shut the fuck up but you get that from listening.
I do want to buy the world a Coke because all good Socialists want to do that anyway. Ithaka is the best I can do to transmit the vibe and that's better than Coke anyway since it won't rot your teeth ... de da de dum.
Ed: you just like being needed
That's too squishy for me. I know I like it that I can help when no-one else can since no-one else is here. That rolls up into being needed but I don't really want to roll anything. It's a personal pleasure to be able to do that when it would not have happened otherwise. That makes it kind of self-serving to do and I'm not trying to be facetious.
There's a whole lot of need for me to do this, do the stand-up bit, etc, but I'm highly sure my head is clear there is no purpose to elicit anything.
Ed: you're trying to get your head around it?
I can't get my head around what the fuck that expression even means. It doesn't seem to have purpose beyond making the speaker sound like an unwashed and uneducated dolt, still without comprehension more interesting language gives people a reason to listen while simple cliche takes that reason away.
Ed: he can't get his head around it?
Nope
Note: I'm not angry / hurt but I do shake my head sometimes and mutter, "Fuckin' people," before I laugh.
It's a week or two since I posted a gory pic of a scar on my arm which wasn't even close to as gory as when the chopper man slashed me ... and why should he do that.
Fucking skin cancer
I read the line back and cracked-up. Are you serious, mate?
In Texas, you're fried in fifteen minutes, easy. I need to go full jungle safari coverage since further compounding the situation just means they cut me again sooner and it invites melanoma. I've already had every other kind of skin cancer; that's the only one left. If I screw around about it, I'll be looking square at a box so there's zero latitude for playing the fool.
That may seem to limit perspective insofar as I can't do this or that which others are doing but that assumes I want to do them while often I do not. It's not so much I've been there, done that, for racing about on motorcycles, etc but rather there's evolution and different things now take much more of my interest. That wasn't a loss in perspective but a shift in it. In large part, I have both perspectives since I did get that Harley, young grasshopper.
Ed: and got smashed all to hell on it!
Nevertheless. Even that crash is part of the frame of reference and damn sure without any need to repeat it but one which most never experience.
I've seen people on Facebook crying buckets over some impending procedure which was trivial but in their frame of reference it was terrifying when they have never experienced much of a medical procedure previously. They've been chopping me up since the early 90s so it's relatively easy to be lackadaisical about it.
From my own frame of my reference, the perspective on someone doing that is, gee, that must be really scary, huh (larfs). That comedy only comes from lack of understanding, however. They really are terrified.
I don't have to stay entirely out of the Sun since I go out there to rejuvenate sometimes on the porch but I'm harsh on the timing since any feeling my skin is reacting to it means I'll go inside immediately. I still do hope to get video of those meerkats but I'll look like the Mummy when I do it.
I go out there to appreciate the fresh green of Spring leaves as they come in for the trees and I like to watch them move. That's not an old person move since that's something I think many enjoy. I hear all the bird calls and I look for them but I hardly ever spot them. However, I come back inside to look around and people write about what they eat. Well ... no Spring green in that frame of reference, I guess.
The limitation to the frame of reference in America for many, usually wealthy ones, is they cannot imagine not only is there no envy for such lifestyle, frequently there's not even any interest in it. For me there is interest and I've posted multiple articles regarding various things my sibs are doing. All of these things looked cool but they're not usually things I want to do.
Queen Bee loves throngs of people and was having big fun in Bavaria but that hasn't been something I've wanted to do for some while. She seems to prefer traveling in concert with others but I almost always do it alone, as is my preference. I loathe being in crowds and that goes way back. Maybe that Kids Are Alright tour did it. Unknown.
Lotho has a peach of a time with zip lines and it looks cool but I know I don't want to do that. If anything skydiving made my own fear of heights much worse since that showed me I'm willing to jump so zip lining is out. I enjoy that my sibs can do these things but that's almost always as far as it goes.
The above doesn't extend to bunji jumping, base jumping, and things of that nature which are Pass/Fail jumps and if there's any failure you die. That's just a rich man's form of Russian Roulette. Stupid.
Ed: in their frame of reference, they think it's clever
Of course they do; from the limited perspective of the jaded rich, just about anything looks clever. Trump's boys can't pop a bone without killing rare and beautiful animals. They post pictures since they think others envy them but most only wish the animals had got them. That doesn't apply only to the Trumps but any type of safari hunter. Usually we root for the animals.
Cadillac Man mentioned frames of references in one talk and it's sometimes difficult for people to accept that those frames are often different for people. His interest is particularly in how that relates to history but it's true for anything. Use it for the obsessive conformity in America and Goth kids look Gothy but they all do it in the same Gothy way so the one thing we know for sure is they may be rebelling against something but conformity isn't it. However, within their frames of reference, we're callous brutes who couldn't possibly understand.
My own frame of reference has always been strongly different to that of most people due to the heavy engagement with large-scale computer systems and I mean walls filled with control monitors. For anyone who uses a computer in the standard ways such as browsing for news, purchases, etc, the perspective of the potential in computers is extremely limited because that frame of reference is not aware of anything beyond that.
All of that changes when you design whatever exists within the computer since that frame of reference then has no limit. In the frame of reference of the majority of people, that perspective is nonexistent. They know they have computers and there are bit twiddlers somewhere who keep changing the operating system to screw them up. I've been one of those bit twiddlers through much of my life.
As to the slashing, the scar is slowly disappearing and I'll post another pic in a week or so, whenever I get these accursed stitches pulled so I can show you. It's remarkable how they pull off the disappearing act.
I don't want the scar to disappear since there's the situation when the mucho macho muchacho rolls up on me with his tats so I roll up on him with my arm and say, "That's not pain, cabron; this is stinkin' pain."
It would be glorious ... at least until he shot me.
But the damn thing disappears. I have no pain badge and that sucks after I think I fuckin' earned it.
There are eight slashes just from the last year and I'd look like fookin' Rambo ... but they fookin' disappear.
It seems the perspective of me must me of some miserable wretch crouched in front of the computer, overwhelmed by the despair of the world. However, I'm not sure how much larger my perspective can grow than dealing with a Stage 3/4 cancer while Yevette goes through it. I'm not pulling anything from any textbooks about death and dying. It's right here, right now.
Note: I've seen that, oh, you poor suffering wretch from multiple conservative types so that may be the latest play. It's likely one which counts on getting a reaction of wtf are you talking about. It's similar to the pitch of how can you prove there is no God as if to think there's any reason you need to prove anything. That kind of thing comes up constantly with mass debaters Twitter.
Meanwhile, my Caregiver moves may not have been so tip top yesterday but there was an Ooh Wow to save the day later. It's a far, far better thing I do ... blah, blah, blah.
The perspective is harsh but it's still a good one. There's the smile from Yevette when I say to her, "Now there are three more days knocked down toward the end of this."
The smile from her is nice to see but the message it carried is she was working that thinking already and it gives her reason to smile. That's what gives the big bang.
I have tried to some extent to present that on Ithaka that it sucks but not all of it and the hope was that may lighten the perspective for others who face this, like me, with not a hint of an idea of what to do about it and only two weeks to learn.
The thing I've found is it brings the best out of people. That makes some guilt in me since I'd like to buy the world a Coke ... and bring this to everyone but I can't. I'm a great damn cheerleader because I'm a great damn listener and the cheerleader has to know when to shut the fuck up but you get that from listening.
I do want to buy the world a Coke because all good Socialists want to do that anyway. Ithaka is the best I can do to transmit the vibe and that's better than Coke anyway since it won't rot your teeth ... de da de dum.
Ed: you just like being needed
That's too squishy for me. I know I like it that I can help when no-one else can since no-one else is here. That rolls up into being needed but I don't really want to roll anything. It's a personal pleasure to be able to do that when it would not have happened otherwise. That makes it kind of self-serving to do and I'm not trying to be facetious.
There's a whole lot of need for me to do this, do the stand-up bit, etc, but I'm highly sure my head is clear there is no purpose to elicit anything.
Ed: you're trying to get your head around it?
I can't get my head around what the fuck that expression even means. It doesn't seem to have purpose beyond making the speaker sound like an unwashed and uneducated dolt, still without comprehension more interesting language gives people a reason to listen while simple cliche takes that reason away.
Ed: he can't get his head around it?
Nope
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