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GasBandit

GasBandit

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jwhouk said:
Gas - don't let little things like that get to you. I doubt she would have wanted it that way.
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Usually I can head them off. It's just every so often, one sneaks by you and sets off a stream of consciousness chain reaction. It went something like this -

Where's the moisturizer? Pauline uses more of the moisturizer, I'll ask... oh. She's gone, that's right. So I must be out of moisturizer. That was her favorite kind of moisturizer, she loved how it smelled. I don't even know where in the store it is, she was always the one who bought.... dear god, she bought damn near everything. Hell, most of the clothes I wear, even my shoes she picked out. What happens when they need replacing? This will be the first pair in a decade I'll have to go shopping for and pick out myself in years... and eventually all the other stuff she bought will wear out and I'll have to replace them. Why does that fill me with dread? That should be part of the process, part of moving on, but.. when the shirts she bought me have worn out, and I've had to buy new ones, and I've got new shoes, and new moisturizer, and hell look at this toothbrush, she bought me this toothbrush and when it's gone there'll be nothing left and as much as seeing all this stuff hurts replacing them will feel like some kind of betrayal and where's the boubon I need a drink.
 
Chad Sexington

Chad Sexington

GasBandit said:
Usually I can head them off. It's just every so often, one sneaks by you and sets off a stream of consciousness chain reaction. It went something like this -

Where's the moisturizer? Pauline uses more of the moisturizer, I'll ask... oh. She's gone, that's right. So I must be out of moisturizer. That was her favorite kind of moisturizer, she loved how it smelled. I don't even know where in the store it is, she was always the one who bought.... dear god, she bought damn near everything. Hell, most of the clothes I wear, even my shoes she picked out. What happens when they need replacing? This will be the first pair in a decade I'll have to go shopping for and pick out myself in years... and eventually all the other stuff she bought will wear out and I'll have to replace them. Why does that fill me with dread? That should be part of the process, part of moving on, but.. when the shirts she bought me have worn out, and I've had to buy new ones, and I've got new shoes, and new moisturizer, and hell look at this toothbrush, she bought me this toothbrush and when it's gone there'll be nothing left and as much as seeing all this stuff hurts replacing them will feel like some kind of betrayal and where's the boubon I need a drink.
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I have this bookmark that is an ad for AltaVista Canada - which indexes over 1.4 million webpages on the world wide web! - and has handy suggestions like using AND or ~ to refine your search results. It's from a book that my Grandfather gave me before his Alzheimer's became particularly bad, during one of the last lucid conversations we ever had. It's hilarious in its outdatedness; it's ugly, and it's also clearly just something he grabbed that was on the pile of mail on the desk or something to hold his place in the book. And while the book means much more to me, I will probably never be able to get rid of that bookmark.

I don't mean this to say, "I know how you feel," because I can't possibly imagine, and my heart breaks for you - I don't mean to be hyperbolic or over sentimental in that. Maybe that story is nothing, or isn't helpful to relate, but I guess all I mean is: you're not alone in those types of thoughts, those streams of thoughts that start with a silly object and end with staring at something of infinite value.
 
Celt Z

Celt Z

We went snowboarding at one of our regular mountains yesterday, except the conditions were terrible. Some of the trails were closed, and the ones that were open were littered with grass spots and huge patches of ice. I've gotten good enough that I rarely (unintentionally) fall, but yesterday those patches of ice took me down 3 times, and they were all hard falls on my tailbone. So today I'm literally butt hurt (heh heh), with two bruised cheeks and a tailbone that hurts horribly when I sit on anything. The next 48 hours will probably suck hard.
 
PatrThom

PatrThom

GasBandit said:
Usually I can head them off. It's just every so often, one sneaks by you and sets off a stream of consciousness chain reaction. It went something like this -

Where's the moisturizer? Pauline uses more of the moisturizer, I'll ask... oh. She's gone, that's right. So I must be out of moisturizer. That was her favorite kind of moisturizer, she loved how it smelled. I don't even know where in the store it is, she was always the one who bought.... dear god, she bought damn near everything. Hell, most of the clothes I wear, even my shoes she picked out. What happens when they need replacing? This will be the first pair in a decade I'll have to go shopping for and pick out myself in years... and eventually all the other stuff she bought will wear out and I'll have to replace them. Why does that fill me with dread? That should be part of the process, part of moving on, but.. when the shirts she bought me have worn out, and I've had to buy new ones, and I've got new shoes, and new moisturizer, and hell look at this toothbrush, she bought me this toothbrush and when it's gone there'll be nothing left and as much as seeing all this stuff hurts replacing them will feel like some kind of betrayal and where's the boubon I need a drink.
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I would like to thank you for posting this, it's like being given a peek into a second's worth of your brain.
Chad Sexington said:
while the book means much more to me, I will probably never be able to get rid of that bookmark.
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My mother-in-law died over a year ago, about 3 days after my birthday which I had off work but we turned down an opportunity to go visit her. I still have the birthday card and envelope she sent me which probably arrived only 4 days before her death, and the card itself still bears the rubbed-off ink imprint of the (old-style) $50 bill she sent inside of it, and yet I still feel guilty that I didn't keep that $50 bill as part of the "set" even though I know it was spent for something we absolutely needed at the time (seriously, I agonized over it before I spent it). It happens.

--Patrick
 
Gared

Gared

I am definitely not in my 20s anymore. Wife and I decided to gtfo of our crappy, moldy, rundown apartment and move the cats and some bedding to the new place and just buy a bunch of cushions/pillows and sleep on the floor. Wow... what a horrible idea.
 
GasBandit

GasBandit

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Gared said:
I am definitely not in my 20s anymore. Wife and I decided to gtfo of our crappy, moldy, rundown apartment and move the cats and some bedding to the new place and just buy a bunch of cushions/pillows and sleep on the floor. Wow... what a horrible idea.
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I hear you. Something like that, you at the very least need air mattresses, and even then I don't envy your spines in the morning.
 
Ravenpoe

Ravenpoe

Gared said:
I am definitely not in my 20s anymore. Wife and I decided to gtfo of our crappy, moldy, rundown apartment and move the cats and some bedding to the new place and just buy a bunch of cushions/pillows and sleep on the floor. Wow... what a horrible idea.
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I know how you feel. I'm still in my 20's (barely) and I've already hit that stage. In highschool and college, I could pass out hanging upside down off a friend's sofa, and still be able to roll out the door in the wee hours of noon to get some gas station nachos for 'breakfast'

Now, attempting any part of the previous sentence would leave me in a week long coma.
 
PatrThom

PatrThom

Perhaps if you had not engaged in strenuous physical activity (i.e., moving) before crashing on the cush pile, you would not be having this problem.

--Patrick
 
Fun Size

Fun Size

Slipped (I guess) during a conversation with my seven year old boy and mentioned "my brother". He said that he didn't know I had a brother, most likely because my brother used to be my sister and, due to unrelated circumstances, none of my family sees me, so he has no point of reference other than what I say.

Someday, when they're old enough for me to explain all of this, the kids will suddenly understand so many of our conversations so much better.
 
Dirona

Dirona

Dear people who reject job applications;

I am fully aware that I do not have the one peice of paper you need in order for you to hire me; but I am also aware that I need to be hired/have an employment contract before I can get that piece of paper! I realize that this is slightly circular, but it's also not that complex. It also means that I do, in fact, have all of the qualifications necessary for the position, and your argument is invalid.
Learn your own damn policies!

Sincerely,
Dirona
 
jwhouk

jwhouk

It is snowing like crazy up here. The snow's actually up to the bottom of my bedroom window (thankfully I live on the first floor), and I've heard that there was a 20-car pileup down to the south on I-39.

Driving in to work is gonna be funnnnnn tonight.
 
sixpackshaker

sixpackshaker

jwhouk said:
It is snowing like crazy up here. The snow's actually up to the bottom of my bedroom window (thankfully I live on the first floor), and I've heard that there was a 20-car pileup down to the south on I-39.

Driving in to work is gonna be funnnnnn tonight.
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Be careful out there. I heard Dave high-centered his HHR on 4 inches of snow once. That's why I'm glad mine is in Texas.
 
Terrik

Terrik

This is going to be a hell of a year.

If everything goes as planned:

-I'll have left China (semi) permanently (besides going back to visit the new inlaws)

-I'll have a completed K-1 fiance visa to take my fiance into the US

-I'll have a traditional Chinese wedding in China

-I'll have a wedding for my own family in the US (Probably in Pennsylvania)

-I'll have applied and been accepted into a degree program to finish a B.A. in Biology to fulfill pre-medical classes

-I'll actually started pre-med. Oh man. And if THAT goes well, in 10-13 years (I'm 28), I'll be a specialist doctor and 200K+ in debt

-I'll have to find an apartment, buy a (used) car, and make sure I have medical insurance for myself and my soon to be wife--something I have little experience with. I have spent over six years in China. In five consecutive years, I have spent a total of three weeks in the U.S. I have learned to be an adult more in China than I have in the U.S. In fact, thinking about going back 'home' feels more like taking an extended vacation than actually returning home. It's going to be a serious readjustment, and not just for myself.
 
Hailey Knight

Hailey Knight

Good job, fat rat. Between your brother's chewing on the strap and your fatness, you made the bridge collapse that connects the two sections of the cage.

I had to take a hammock from elsewhere to make a temporary new bridge since my wife is in bed and I can't sew, but that means Changing Something, which causes both of them to fucking flip out. They're have a breakdown right now because the hammock isn't where it was, running around in circles near its previously location, running up and down ramps, digging frantically under where it was ... I hate seeing them go crazy, but it's their fault.
 
fade

fade

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I need to provide halforums with some sort of electroshock remote control that you can use on me every night I don't work on Fade.
 
PatrThom

PatrThom

stienman said:
I'm fixing a coworker's computer, and unfortunately he's a smoker. I didn't think about it until I plugged it in and it filled my office with the scent, and now I get to have a headache the remainder of the day.
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As many of you may (or may not) know, I do tech support for a living. I had to service a computer which was supposed to be white, but which in fact was a deep shade of ochre (except for a small stripe next to the rear-mounted power button where his probing finger no doubt kept it rubbed clean). Turned out all it needed was a huge load of updates (which were going to take some time to run), so I positioned it where its noxious exhaust would go downwind and set it about its business. A small while later, I had to deal with an irate individual who blamed his hardware for all of his problems, refused to accept my explanation/education, and seemed willing to hold up the rest of the line until his demands were met, by golly. Thinking quickly, I turned to where the nicotine computer was chuffing away and reoriented it as if I were angling the display to keep an eye on it while we talked, but in reality I was directing the exhaust from the rear of the computer directly into his face. A lot of the fight went out of him very quickly, and I think his face changed color a couple of times. He suddenly became more receptive to what I had to say, to the possibility he might have to adjust his routine, to anything that would mean getting out of there as soon as possible. I sometimes wish I still had that machine, could summon it when needed to move things along.

--Patrick
 
Hailey Knight

Hailey Knight

At my work, someone from the construction downstairs has taken to smoking in the only restroom since he'll get fired if he's caught smoking on the job, so if you want to use it, welcome to the smoke cloud. My boss caught wind of it and shit rolled downhill, so hopefully it will stop.

Last night I thought I smelled cigarette smoke in my apartment, but couldn't figure out why and assumed it was my imagination after being irritated at work over it. Tonight I smelled it again and decided to go investigate. Our apartment is directly over the laundry room, so on top of the noise, we also share the same ventilation section, and you'll never guess what I found two guys doing down there. I'm glad it was me and not my wife. I just told them the smoke was getting into the apartments upstairs and asked if they could not do that here. They said they didn't know, and a minute later, they left. My wife would've gone down there quoting local law that says you have to be ten feet away from a building and getting holier-than-thou, and they probably would've stuck around out of spite until she called the cops.

I'm annoyed, but at least they stopped. It just pisses me off that work or home I'm breathing this shit in. No wonder my wife and I have developed coughs over the last two days. I don't know what it's doing to the poor rats; their respiratory systems are more sensitive than ours. I know many smokers--people at work, my best friend's boyfriend, my mother and her friends. None of them do this shit; they all make the effort and go outside. There's no reason to be holing up in an enclosed space so everyone else can suck up the secondhand smoke. It's just rude.
 
WasabiPoptart

WasabiPoptart

So um...there has been word on the next set of orders. The detailer has "penciled in" my husband for an unaccompanied 1 year tour of a place that's undesirable and shitty. I've also been told this place is awesome as a marriage breaker. Great.
 
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