@jsroberts @messana Folks, my sympathies, and very best wishes to you both. I’m sorry you’ve each (and your loved ones) been through the wringer.
@renke that is cheating, but as that resulted in a less sun-faded version of the sign, I’m inclined to give it a pass. (And thank you)
@anon36081309 That was pretty much my conclusion, so you win () - I’m still not 100% sure that the second from the right isn’t actually a Godzilla, though.
I got the same thing…but without cheating.
Damn, sorry you two went through that, glad you both are (mostly) okay.
No wonder the Coleridge had a bumpy stop.
Can I give a ‘fuck the last few days’?
Because while I’ve been hiding it on here and acting like nothing was wrong, boy has it earned it.
On Tuesday, I learnt that extreme stress and anxiety can cause such a remarkably good impression of heart trouble/ongoing microstroke that your doctor calls 999 and you end up spending the afternoon and evening in A&E.
On Wednesday, I learnt that even though the symptoms aren’t a micro stroke, (Yay!) the physical strain caused by equivalent symptoms doesn’t go away overnight.
On Thursday, my delayed emotional processing is just catching up, and I’m kinda still realising just what happened. And I’m still emotionally and physically exhausted and catching-up days later. (And trying to actually integrate the emotional stuff and not just ignore it)
Whee!
On the positive side: At least I know that my heart is absolutely fine, and this wasn’t a clot, and that this place is a great distraction. - but, while I’m a great hider, if I’ve been weirder than usual, that’s why. Well, at least partly.
Oh, and the NHS rocks.
(()hug))) We care about you. Please keep checking in with us.
Listening hotline is a great idea. I volunteered on one a long time ago. I called one about a month ago because it was a super shitty day. I got lucky and had a good listener. It helped me get through it and … things are better. Still tough but better.
As far as coping skills with parents, it can be done but give yourself a lot of time because as they say in AA your parents know how to push your buttons best. They’re the ones that installed them.
This is a tiny, little, inconsequential thing, but:
I’m at the car repair place waiting for mrs nothingfuture’s car to have a bit of work done. I’m sitting in the waiting room because I’m working from home and I’ve got shit to do.
And the tv is tuned to fucking Fox News and that fuck-faced shitgibbon is doing his CPAC speech and Imma burn this motherfucker down.
Sorry. Needed to get that out.
do you know where the sign is erected? they will be mightily surprised when I drop a ship-load full of giraffes and elephants near it
Sure! You already know I’m UKian, so if I tell you that the following photo was taken about 50ft away, and ten minutes after the other one:
(And yes, it took me a while after taking the photo to realise that the harbour is indeed called ‘Stabbs’ with added punctuation to throw people off.)
When I was a kid, I got a universal remote back when that was a big unheard-of thing and programmed it for my neighbor’s TV. Hilarity ensued.
Holy fuck
I don’t even know where to start with how I feel right now. About the best I can say is it’s the usual with extra crap added.
Trump is still president and Bill Paxton died.
If it’s any consolation, you reminded me how much I like Half Man Half Biscuit and brought a smile to my face.
I hate to see any team in that situation
I didn’t realize Barry Hearn had sold the club.
FEMA says they’ve redrawn the floodplain maps and that they are going to raise my (mandatory) flood insurance by 3% to 12% a year from now on. I’ve already paid them tens of thousands of dollars under the old rates… which money they used to rebuild the beach homes of people far wealthier than me after Hurricane Sandy… but of course they’re going to need more money since they didn’t relocate those rich people and their houses will be swept away again in the future, guaranteed.
My house’s foundation is from a late 18th or early 19th century water-powered mill; it was literally was built to have water flow through it without damaging the structure. The dams and races that brought water above the building have been gone since the 1940s, and no part of my house has flooded in living memory, even though we literally had the worst flood in a thousand years less than a decade ago, that wiped out six modern auto bridges and two steel bridges. Our little stream would have to rise twelve feet, at which point it would be literally a hundred times its normal width, before my house could be reached.
For $750 I can get a surveyor to make an Elevation Certificate for my house, and if that satisfies a determination process that is based on environments and buildings utterly unlike mine I can begin the process of map amendment, which will take 18 months or more and will almost certainly require “persuading” local political figures to intervene on my behalf.
It’s like Kafka’s The Trial. This is why people vote for the Tea Party.