Little known fact: the tan originally became popular in what is now known as The Bronze Age.
Haven't done the bigger update I was planning, but just wanted to let my fingers vomit forth that over the weekend I was locked in a one-room building full of electronics for twelve hours overnight. Couldn't go outside (or indeed, open the door), couldn't open any windows, and it wasn't big enough to patrol. Cue intense boredom despite my books.
So my focus went inward, and the radio had a "Hits from the 80's" show going. So I took a trip backwards to when I went from kid to hormone-soaked proto-adult. Lots of issues date from back then, and so I got to lift them out of the trunk, air them a bit, and put them away a little less pungent than they were before. Ah, healing - who knew Prince and Roxette would be your avatars?
I've also noticed that we're a scant few weeks away from the twentieth anniversary of the start of what was probably the most wrenching and cataclysmic year of my life. I'm still coming to grips with scars that seem to stretch back to then, damnit.
Fortunately, I didn't become either a basket case or take the Charles Whitman "death by cop" way out. But it's still a touchy time.
Of course, I'm feeling much better now. ;)
On a totally different time scale, I've got some very supportive friends who appear to recognise certain salient features of my last relationship that I didn't need to point out, but are important.
Which means that they're not sympathetic because they're friends, but rather because of their own assessment of things. That's loads better than sycophantic "I feel for you man, I really feel for you!" support any day, in my opinion.
One of them even posted his opinion fairly openly on his blog, albeit at the end of an entry where he was detailing a trip he took. He didn't rip on anybody, just said he didn't like some things, and disagreed with others. And the result?
Censure.
Apparently the principals concerned rant and rave to everybody they can corner about it, but who actually does anything about it? One of their moms. And her comments on the blog, to be found here, sounds more like lip service from a church flyer than anything else. They don't touch on what was said, or who did what.
So here's some advice: judge things for yourself, as is natural. but as I said in a previous entry, "We accept too damned many things on the explanation of people who could have good reasons for lying".
Some of us have heard from (or been one of) both parties involved. Some haven't. Which of those two camps do you fall into, mom-talking-but-not-saying-anything-of-substance-for-someone-old-enough-to-fight-his-own-battles? One is informed, the other is opinionated. Opinionated tends to be loud and preachy, but doesn't really stack up to informed except in volume.
And if you have any doubts, refer up above where I've thoughtfully bolded something for you to consider.
From the Church of the Screaming Electron (orgies held after mass on Saturdays),
The Right Awesome Rimmy
So my focus went inward, and the radio had a "Hits from the 80's" show going. So I took a trip backwards to when I went from kid to hormone-soaked proto-adult. Lots of issues date from back then, and so I got to lift them out of the trunk, air them a bit, and put them away a little less pungent than they were before. Ah, healing - who knew Prince and Roxette would be your avatars?
I've also noticed that we're a scant few weeks away from the twentieth anniversary of the start of what was probably the most wrenching and cataclysmic year of my life. I'm still coming to grips with scars that seem to stretch back to then, damnit.
Fortunately, I didn't become either a basket case or take the Charles Whitman "death by cop" way out. But it's still a touchy time.
Of course, I'm feeling much better now. ;)
On a totally different time scale, I've got some very supportive friends who appear to recognise certain salient features of my last relationship that I didn't need to point out, but are important.
Which means that they're not sympathetic because they're friends, but rather because of their own assessment of things. That's loads better than sycophantic "I feel for you man, I really feel for you!" support any day, in my opinion.
One of them even posted his opinion fairly openly on his blog, albeit at the end of an entry where he was detailing a trip he took. He didn't rip on anybody, just said he didn't like some things, and disagreed with others. And the result?
Censure.
Apparently the principals concerned rant and rave to everybody they can corner about it, but who actually does anything about it? One of their moms. And her comments on the blog, to be found here, sounds more like lip service from a church flyer than anything else. They don't touch on what was said, or who did what.
So here's some advice: judge things for yourself, as is natural. but as I said in a previous entry, "We accept too damned many things on the explanation of people who could have good reasons for lying".
Some of us have heard from (or been one of) both parties involved. Some haven't. Which of those two camps do you fall into, mom-talking-but-not-saying-anything-of-substance-for-someone-old-enough-to-fight-his-own-battles? One is informed, the other is opinionated. Opinionated tends to be loud and preachy, but doesn't really stack up to informed except in volume.
And if you have any doubts, refer up above where I've thoughtfully bolded something for you to consider.
From the Church of the Screaming Electron (orgies held after mass on Saturdays),
The Right Awesome Rimmy
posted by Rimmy at 22:02
2 Comments:
I want to be a bishop of the Church, can I please? ;)
You sound like someone who could really use a kick in the teeth. I have so much to say for you and your correspondant friend. But unfortunatley that would be a waste of time, since neither of you have any concept of reality. Face up, you both lost. Obviously the other partner wasn't into you, or it would have worked.
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