Go practice your guitar.
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I was bullied in school and my dad took me to the kids house and I called him out. I weighed about 90 pounds and coldn't terrify anything. The kid looked out the door but didn't come out. I don't remember what happen in school after that, but I didn't have any more problems with him,
Today I went to a newly formed writers group. It's limited to people over eighteen and was ostensibly formed to allow adult writers to address adult topics including sex, violence, strong emotion, and whether or not Coors Lite is actually beer. So far, so good.
Then came the hand out with three or four damn pages of possible trigger alerts that people are expected to consult and utilize when submitting work for critique. TAs include everything from domestic violence to negative body imagery to "strong language," whatever the hell that means. "This allows members to make informed decisions about engaging with the material." Conspicuously missing are possible phobia triggers like snakes, dogs, and peanut butter sticking to the roof of one's mouth (yeah, it's a thing: arachibutyrophobia, which is generally a fear of choking on any substance).
I suppose when manuscripts containing one or more of these dozens of TAs is up to be read aloud, the facilitator will announce, "Anyone triggered by the mention of (fill in the blank) can go shelter in the safe space of the hall during the reading and ensuing discussion. Ear plugs, blankies, and plushies will be provided. We will recall you when the danger is past."
Am I not grokking something about adult topics?
Then came the hand out with three or four damn pages of possible trigger alerts that people are expected to consult and utilize when submitting work for critique. TAs include everything from domestic violence to negative body imagery to "strong language," whatever the hell that means. "This allows members to make informed decisions about engaging with the material." Conspicuously missing are possible phobia triggers like snakes, dogs, and peanut butter sticking to the roof of one's mouth (yeah, it's a thing: arachibutyrophobia, which is generally a fear of choking on any substance).
I suppose when manuscripts containing one or more of these dozens of TAs is up to be read aloud, the facilitator will announce, "Anyone triggered by the mention of (fill in the blank) can go shelter in the safe space of the hall during the reading and ensuing discussion. Ear plugs, blankies, and plushies will be provided. We will recall you when the danger is past."
Am I not grokking something about adult topics?
His wife was called Incontinentia.
I did chores instead, and then played some 4 hours of Mass Effect 3. Was a great time, and now I don't have chores for tomorrow!
The Western world now includes a significant population of adult babies.
If someone asked me ten years ago if this was satire, I'd say, yeah of course it is. The fact that I honestly cannot tell right now is a little scary
I have a five-year-old grand-nephew who can drive a golf ball a hundred yards straight. He's been playing golf since he was three.
I hit a golf ball once. Or rather it hit me when it came off the golf course and smacked into my car.
The people in my family that golf love it, but it seems kind of boring to me.
That's when Tiger Woods started.
Golf ranks up there with cards as an activity I can do without. Sigh. I'll never be accepted into the country club set at this rate, will I?
I worked on a golf course for three years in my twenties. Playing was compulsory and by the third year I had a single figure handicap, but I never really liked it and after I left I never played again
I tend to agree with Mark Twain who described golf as ‘ a good walk ruined’
I tend to agree with Mark Twain who described golf as ‘ a good walk ruined’
I've seen many Greek words in the English language but this takes the cake. It combines arachides (peanuts) butyro (butter) and phobia (fear). It's easy for me to remember, but can non-Greek speakers remember all that?
I only played golf once when I was a little kid. I was not impressed. But then again, I was never too much of a sportsy person. The only sport that I did in my childhood and look back fondly to was swimming at the local pool during the summer when school was out. I have nice memories from that, though I don't really want to get back to it as an adult.
My love of swimming is well recorded here! I love being in the water. Always have.
Side note - I had a weird dream the other night, of treading water in a very choppy lake at night with lots of people treading water around me. Then, I realized my bathing suit was on inside-out and I swam away from the people so I could take my bathing suit off and put it on right-side-out, all while treading water.
Really makes you think - where do dreams come from?
Yep. That's the good thing about English: we've stolen so many words from so many different languages that they all seem vaguely familiar.
Well, there is always the weather to talk about. We're heading into another heat wave, with no rain in sight.
I've never understood how people can consider weather discussions "small talk."
It seems to me, the older you get, the greater significance put on the weather. Kids never notice the weather.
...all over the world it's the same...strangers...talk only 'bout the weather...Strange Weather by Tom Waits, excellently covered by Marianne Faithful, RIP.
Another good "weather" song is Stormy Weather, by Lena Horne
As long as I can remember, my mother would break into song off the first few words in whatever question we might ask her. There was a song for every circumstance and she knew what it was. To a more limited extent, I've a similar tendency.
