You’re right, that comparison is incongruent. And looking at it again, I can understand the dad’s reaction. It just struck me as funny that he said “almost hit” and then that the kid was two rooms away.
You’re right, that comparison is incongruent. And looking at it again, I can understand the dad’s reaction. It just struck me as funny that he said “almost hit” and then that the kid was two rooms away.
I see your point, it is fucked and if I were him, I’d probably be just as outraged about the risk to my child.
Respectfully, I don’t think that’s how I would react emotionally/psychologically. I’m sure I’m not alone here. I’m a lucky guy, but what’s the chance of space debris hitting my house twice at different times?
“It almost hit my son. He was two rooms over and heard it all,”
I mean, relative to coming from space I guess it almost hit his son. How does he feel about every car he drives past on a two lane road? “Oh shoot! Almost collided with that one too!”
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Lighten up. This is no way to have a productive discussion. If you aren’t in the mood, then maybe you shouldn’t be commenting right now. Take a breather. We all have bad days. Hope you feel better.
I’d talk to my oldest. Talk about the times that we both remember fondest. Tell him I’m going to do everything to make him happy and keep him comfortable. As much as I want to say that I want to work out a signal for when he’s ready, that’s not how it works. That’s not compassion.
Today is the fourth anniversary of my dad’s passing. I was blessed to have the time that hospice gave us, to spend last moments, to say goodbye. The grief afterwards has taught me that grief is grief. There’s no measuring between types of grief or between people. It hits in unexpected ways and it hurts. The grief of Dad hasn’t gone away, it’s just gotten easier to carry. The waves of it still crash on my shores, but most days it’s more of a tidal wash. I know I’m going to go through another storm when it’s time for my oldest, but I know that it will make me a better person to embrace it and work through why it hurts so much, why and how much I love him. Sharing that vulnerability has brought me closer to my friends. Sharing it with others has been (however counterintuitively) self empowering.
Hugs to you. We’ll never get long enough, but the time we get makes it worth it. The love you’ve given them has meant the whole world.
I knew someone back in college that tried to outline the sweet tea line. They found there’s a zone of ambiguity where it will vary from restaurant to restaurant.
I thought a good follow up would be to ask different individuals how to make sweet tea. Those who know, know you can’t just put sugar into iced tea.
Nothing recent, but they’ve controlled these for a long time.
I know what you mean by capitalists, but respectfully, I think you dilute your argument to phrase it that way. Many people start their own small businesses and find success, personal freedom, fulfillment (I mean they also find challenges, anxiety, and struggles, sure.) Isn’t it capitalism that allows them to decide what they want to do, start something from scratch, determine their own prices?
Actually, now that I think about it, maybe you or someone else can tell me, how does starting a business in a capitalistic society differ from starting one in a more socialistic society? I’m wondering what freedoms and restrictions there are. I started out going one way with this comment but realized there’s probably a lot I could learn to broaden my perspective. I really only know what it feels like to start my own business in a capitalistic society.
Yeah, I have a check from Yahoo I keep meaning to deposit ($60ish.) Got $50something from Uber when it was over treating workers as employees. They settled and I’m now blacklisted from driving, but they won’t explicitly explain why. The rest were a few dollars or some stupid service like credit monitoring (looking at you, Equifax.)
What twisting? I only pointed out that you posed a question in bad faith. You gave an answer to your own dumb “question” and then proceeded to argue with and insult anyone who disagrees with your opinion. Why even ask in the first place? Clumsiness in phrasing is obviously not your greatest fault.
Asked yours last night. Hard to understand with her mouth full, but ultimately confirmed that it was no. We laughed pretty hard because otherwise she kept repeating the opposite all night.
You’re phrasing this as a question, but it’s clearly not for you.
Is there an efficient way to transfer lists between accounts?
I consider it an honor. Not everyone gets to grow old.
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Endorfun. I got it for Christmas in 95 or 96 and would spend hours playing it. Years later I would get emulators to continue playing it. Introduced my college roommate to it. There were times I couldn’t get the sound of the animations to work, but I kept coming back to it. Every now and then, I’ll revisit it. Wish it would get a rerelease or new version, maybe something I could pay on my phone. Loved the music, the moving colors and textures. It has a therapeutic way of getting me out of my head.
Get it to the corners of the lips and thick, you got a Tom Selleck, just around the edge, you have a Ron Swanson, 2cm past, you’re into Fu Manchu territory