The I Miss the Old Days Complaint Thread
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Not the northeast. Sunny day here today in Massachusetts, and tomorrow it is expected to get into the 80s, with sun. No rain in the forecast until maybe next Friday.
Dana
forecast for the next week is temps in the 20-23C (68-73F) range, slight chance of showers.. slightly above seasonal..
I do think I have something like that going on. But also, sometime ago there was a trend... and I don't know how widespread it was. I had always assumed something like this could only happen in certain types of communites. Anyway, it was a trend in which men who had managed to make their girlfriends really angry would somehow really find the anger physically appealing. And they'd tell the woman as much. It was such a trend that an artist who was popular at the time, "Ne-Yo", made a song about it called "When You're Mad". And it was such a thing that I'm pretty sure some men were making their girlfriends mad intentionally, just to produce this effect.
Now I think if you're telling the person you've just grossly offended that she's sexy when she's mad, there are mainly two possible outcomes. The first is she forgets all about what made her mad and you get whatever you want from her. The second possibility is your blatant disregard for her feelings multiplies the outrage several times over and if you dare tell her that made her even more sexy, you are probably going to incite violence. I think the chance of the first outcome happening is like the chance of going to a concert, yelling out to the singer to marry you, and getting a "yes". None of them told me"yes". But I don't yell very loud.
I don't really get mad. I've spent years in the practice of not getting stressed out, mainly because I don't want to ever lose my natural hair color. I do still have my natural hair color, but a side effect was I almost never get mad. The last time I got mad was when I was telling my phone to play a song, and it kept playing a song I really didn't want to play. And if you let that song play, it's going to assume you love that song and play more songs like that. And that's kind of like having somebody make you really mad and respond to that by telling you you're sexy when you're mad.
I don't get angry enough to know if it increases my appeal. But I can get fairly weird and some people like weird. And some people mistake weirdness for craziness and some people like crazy. So maybe those are my options. I can attract the weird and the crazy crowds. Fine.
I don't get humans either.
Yeh, you guys and gals up north have a nice high pressure system sitting over you and that has stalled the low pressure system to the south. So, while you have nice weather, Memorial Day weekend is a total washout here. The combination of the high pressure to the north and the low pressure south of us is bringing us high winds and rain; even your temperatures are some 15 degrees warmer than it is here.
I don't get angry often either, but everybody I know including my wife thinks I'm always angry about something, which I find rather annoying... but that's not accurate... statistically I fairly believe I'm only genuinely angry about 2% of the time... unfortunately, I often end up being around people when I'm like that...
The issue isn't actually anger, it's like a fellow I used to work for once said, "we're just a couple of malcontents"... what he meant was that we both were always in a perpetual state of agitation because of other people failing to fulfill a minimum standard while we are always trying to fix everything or at least keep stuff from falling apart and simultaneously understanding what it takes to not have everything fall apart and clearly seeing why cutting stupid corners leads to chaos...
He was a brilliant industrial designer who had a keen eye for detail... one of the things I liked about working with him is I wouldn't have to explain why I did or didn't do something, because we both could see the details and the outcomes of certain choices... Often we'd have someone come to us to design something and they'd get fixated on doing something dumb instead of what was designed for them... and we'd instantly be like... "uh... you don't want that to hinge like that because someone is going to lose a finger in that..." and they'd be like "Naaa, it's just fine..." and then we'd go through the design process and make a prototype and they'd be like "Yay, my prototype" and we'd be like "Yup, but watch that hinge"... and they'd be like "no worries, we're showing this at a trade show, what could possibly go wrong?" and then two days later they'd return the bloody prototype to be reworked...
The bloody part only happened twice actually, once at a trade show and once at a board meeting... and in that case the part which was an aluminum extrusion was wiped off but still had dried blood in the recessed details and bloody fingerprints all over... which it turns out belonged to the CEO of the company who was not amused by the sharp edge we repeatedly warned them would definitely be a problem... we didn't ask how that meeting went, but it ended up ruining my weekend because they needed the new part right away like magic and since magic is only for markers, it took three damn days.
We both saw that detail they wanted being a problem, while it was still on paper... as a blueprint... and I could understand how it might not make sense as an abstract concept if you only think of it flatly... but if you can instantly visualize it three dimensionally, then you would truly see it as the Ronco Veggie Dicer they weren't seeing it as...
We had a conversation about that and we were both like how do people not see things like that and even when they are told of them they are like "naaa... no worries"...
We both could always see stuff that other just missed or blew off... and that gets old real fast... not just as a work thing, just in life in general.
You end up being in a state of malcontention a lot... especially if you are an overactive person... if you are trying to do six things at once and four of those things get hung up because some simple, completely avoidable thing went wrong because someone couldn't do the bare minimum, it's another straw on that stupid camel's back... and eventually you have to dig a camel sized hole because not only did all that straw break poor Hamlool's back, it smothered the poor bastard and now you've got a camel funeral to deal with too...
People don't always get that... "why are you annoyed by that sort of thing?"... I used to use the analogy of someone who rides their motorcycle three blocks to get lunch on the weekends... you love riding your motorcycle... it's a joy... the streets are open, the wind in your face, you can take your time, go the scenic route if you want and just enjoy the ride... sure, maybe you get a hassle here or there, but no worries, it's all good... but if you have to ride your motorcycle every day in every weather for 80 miles on the highway and through the city, the sheer amount of nonsense becomes extremely unentertaining mostly due to volume...
Seeing details and understanding how problems manifest if not addressed when they present themselves is like that... if one only notices stuff every now and then, you are fine... it's a sunny weekend ride... but if you are metaphorically soaking wet and just rode 80 miles with everyone trying to run you over, and seeing how terribly everyone is driving, you have a different perspective.
And that's the problem I see for a lot of artists and creative people... you see details... all the details, you tend to be aware of stuff... how can one be able to draw, paint or describe something from memory if they don't see everything?... People will be like "Wow, you even drew that little bird that's alway in the tree across the street"... but then be like "how did you see that pin hole in the gas line?" Or more accurately, "there's no pinhole in the gas line..." (usually followed by "KABOOM!")... you are aware of more stuff than other people.
Being an artist, a writer or any creative person who sees details and not being stressed out is hard... I applaud people who can find that balance which seems to allude me... maybe it's because I never cared about my hair color, it's always been three different colors with each individual hair trying to be itself... dark brown, light brown or black... now they are brownish, grey or muddy charcoal... still no unity... in eastern philosophies there'd probably be a metaphor in that, but it'd probably be a negative one that I'd find a subtle endorsement for conformity and a hierarchy of authority and that would lead to a philosophical argument for weird hair which usually ends with the other person thinking I don't get philosophy, but I do, I just think most people are just annoying about it because they think that philosophy is asking dumb questions and giving vague answers and saying it means something entirely different.
But it's not about philosophy... Or maybe it is... some sort of useful philosophy perhaps, not that "why ask why?" type (Honestly, just shut up, you literally just violated your own philosophy by presenting me that concept)... not that kind... I don't know... sometimes the branching possibilities from an initial conceptual dilemma become too divergent.
But whatever it is, I do suppose the eventual outcome is by noticing more or being more aware you are more unique and uniqueness is generally misconstrued as weirdness by most people, and regardless if it puts one in a bad mood or they can zen it off, or just find ways to deal with it that amuses themselves, but may confuse others, that aura remains and theoretically that definitely does draw some people to it like moths to glowing hot uranium... (which incidentally is how we got Mothra), which is probably good in the long run.
I dunno... my philosophy in this regard is just "Pineapple"... you know... it mostly sums it up.
I was just reading a news article about someone who brought a pet raccoon into a Petco and while waiting, let a bunch of random strangers kiss it.
Which apparently and quite surprisingly is a rabies risk... though they weren't clear for who... I'm guessing the poor raccoon based on how most people shopping in Petco carry themselves (yes, you can take your dog there, but they don't actively encourage you to have it pee and poop everywhere).
The article went on to state the warning signs for rabies...
1- Aggressiveness
2- Biting attempts
3- Drooling
4- Issues swallowing
5- Appearing more tame than normal
6- Issues moving
7- A bat on the ground
Based on that I'm probably rabid... and have had rabies most of my life...
1... Check... my previous post explained a bit of that...
2... Don't reach over my plate or come too close to my pork chop...
3... Could be for a lot of reasons, but like now it's because I'm thinking of that pork chop...
4... Mostly because I'm trying to swallow something whole or I feel someone might take my pork chop if I don't finish it right away...
5... Definitely not an issue, but maybe if I've eaten a lot of pork chops...
6... See "5"...
7... What the hell?... What does not putting away baseball or cricket equipment have to do with rabies?
I think the takeaway from that article should have been don't kiss the pets of random strangers, but now I'm thinking it's more about unfairly labeling everyone who is pissed off and or hungry as having rabies...
I used to think in traditional journalism people had a "beat" or a niche and they were assigned certain stories based on that... now I think in the internet news age, it's more like "do you own a computer with a keyboard with at least half of the keys still functioning?"... "good... go write something... and don't worry about having a point or drawing a conclusion or even being clear or accurate...".
I think as long as your hashtag key is still there, you got the job.
Non-complaint: Again with the beautiful weather, when will it stop. Yesterday's weather tempted me out of my cave for a toddle up to the grocery store. So, two blocks later the principle intersection in town (where the solitary blinking traffic light is) had been invaded by town firemen, asking for donations. Ooh, firetrucks with red blinky lights, and hot young men in fireman's gear. I was too toddled-out to talk to them, and continued into the store. And on the way back I was carrying bags in both hands and toddled right on by the firemen again. No donation from me that day. But that's OK, because I sent them a big check a few weeks back in response to their mail donation campaign. It never hurts to be on good terms with the people who might just one day have to save your life as you lay clutching your chest.
This town usually has a Memorial Day parade, but during the Covid years I think they missed one or two. I'm hoping they have one again this Monday. It's something different, and breaks the monotony of small town living.
Complaint: Tuesday is another trip to Buffalo(via $$$UBER) to see the eye surgeon about my wonky eye.
But from my point of view, it all seems to be healing nicely. Eye half full of fluid now, but focus is still wonky. I get image on all parts of the retina but it's smeared & overly bright(pupil still enlarged), kind of like glasses smeared with Vasoline. I hope that is able to be remedied by nature or opticians.
Non-complaint: If I'm going to need a new prescription for that wonky eye, I'm glad I didn't fork out $200 for new glasses a few months ago when I'd thought about it.
Non-complaint: Music to DAZ by: Just a snippet of something I believe most of you have heard. If you're making an orgy scene, this is just the ticket for mood setting. Just 2 minutes of the "Bacchanale" dance from the opera "Samson and Delilah" by Camille Saint-Saëns.
There are many versions of this piece on YouTube, and the full piece is about 10 minutes, but this version, conducted by Gustavo Dudamel is wonderful and full of energy. Dudamel is another of those animated conductors who are fun to watch.
And it helps that he looks like Beethoven.
Edited to add: Here's a link to the full version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHdtfe8-IKA
More music to DAZ by: OK, I'll stop after this one: Here's another example of Gustavo Dudamel at his best. But perhaps he's aware of the special guy in the audience?
Fourth(final) movement of the Antonin Dvorak 9th symphony, "From the New World". Big, raucous, encompassing, gentle, whistful, pounding, longing, satisfying.
I keep waiting for the conductor's arms to fly off or his hair to catch fire from friction.
Good music for building active or intense DAZ scenes.
That's a huge theater.
Anybody know where that is?
I wonder if it's around the Vatican? Looks like a pope and cardinal in the back in a few shots.
Dana
@McGyver ...your reply to nylonGirl's post pretty much sums up my assessments a well, particularly concerning "malcontentism" (is that even real word?). Anyway, I often felt like that in my last job as well. I often could see a better more effect way of performing a task or organising things, only to have higher ups think their unrehearsed ideas were the superior for the company (most of which were more "how convoluted can we make a simple task to perform?" It's a wonder that company still survives to this day, only because they were bought out by another firm shortly before they let me go a decade ago. Having been retired and finally on a pension (not theirs) for the last 6 years I look at it all with a sense of humour instead of being stressed out like I was when I was still employed there (several times fist met wall and wall won).
However, stress, like anything in nature, apparently abhors a vacuum and being one of those "concerned citizen" types it has returned in some ways with vengeance. I keep saying I'll walk away from it but then I see a news story or editorial that chafes my hide to the point I have to do or say something about it.
There are times I cannot help but concur with the character Eros of Plan 9 From Outer Space (undisputedly one of the worst films ever made) on the sanity and intelligence of humans.
Or as the Monty Python-ers would put it.
"So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure
How amazingly unlikely is your birth
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space
'Cause it's bugger all down here on Earth"
..spot on.
Is it normal to need Dramamine to sit still in an armchair?
NO ! If that happens you should seek medical care as soon as possible
I'm very angry! I have a housemate I think is trying to gaslight me, so that they get my food and drinks and other stuff. I'm sick and tired of this person.
Sorry, but my dizzy spells have been with me for a while now. They're caused by allergies playing heck with my inner ear as I've been told by my doctor. Joking about it is a way of coping on my part. Sorry if I caused you unnecessary concern.
Well, yes... if your armchair is bolted to the lower deck of a fishing trawler in the North Sea... or if you have vertigo.
I once told someone that I thought I was going crazy. And they said, "well at least you don't have vertigo". [groan]
I prefer High Anxiety to Vertigo... but honestly you need to see Vertigo first to get most of the gags in High Anxiety.
I can't seem to upload a photo to the stupid thread! It isn't uploading here either?
Hello...
Hellooooooo... [tips over steel garbage can to get attention]
Where is everyone?... you probably all went to the beach hu?...
Doing fun stuff like roasting watermelons or bouncing around on colorful pogo sticks, or whatever you humans do on holidays...
Well... if you did go to the beach, I want you to know: Thanks a lot... now all you fun people with the "Salt Life" window decals are going to be crowding up my beaches with your sweaty oily tanning compounds and weird music and BBQed watermelons losing your crocs in the surf so that vast floating reefs of crusty tasteless foamy footwear washes back ashore months from now...
None you gave one mushy seal poop about the beach when it was covered in ice and snow or when that dead whale washed up two weeks ago (I failed to write about that, but apparently the parks department and every agency, including I sh_t you not, police and a local fire rescue team, descended upon it cordoning the area off from anyone who might theoretically want to lick it or have improper relations with the corpse, thus preventing me from getting any good dead whale photos)...
Where were you to mourn poor Willy... home watching the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel or Bridgerton or whatever indoor humans do when they are bored...
But yeah... you were nowhere... and now because this is the semi official beginning of summer, you come out of your hibernation and flock to the beaches, flock to the restaurants down on Montauk Highway/MainStreet... Get all drunk loud and stand around smoking weed like it's your civic duty to replace every air molecule with one of the smelliest THC...
now I can't even think about going out for some pulled pork or sushi... I have to sit here and pull my own por... uh... make my own pork that's in a pulled format... (why the hell is it called "pulled"... did anyone think of how obscene that sounds?)... (Yeesh)... shredded pork... it's shredded, goddang it.
Pfft... anyway... Tourists... climbing all over the dunes, clearly marked "Keep Off The Dunes"... were they thinking it was referring to the Frank Herbert novels?... Idiots... Jokes on them though, 70% of that vegetation where they keep going is salt hearty poison ivy... have fun with that.
Well... thankfully most of the crowds are at the big well known beaches like Jones Beach and the serial killer one... Dil.. uh..no... Gilgo... Gilgo Beach... actually nobody goes there but there are others... Even Robert Moses which is technically near me gets stupid crowded...
Megh... the summer bummer begins...
Where did you come from?... you weren't here a few minutes ago... probably in the back and didn't hear the garbage can fall over... sorry about that if it startled you or you stepped in the old cole slaw juice that came out...
The server gerbil that uploads pictures got the day off... and server hamster is too busy struggling to keep the forums running so no images for us today.
You can try describing it to us and we'll use our imaginations like people did during the heyday of radio broadcasting... that might be fun.
But no, uploading images keeps flaking out all weekend.
It is a meme of a chick wondering where the coffee is! It will make sense when I post the picture of the print of the meme.
Which kind of "chick"... like the baby chicken kind or the 70s-ish slang for a young woman... I'm actually picturing a young chicken-woman looking at an empty coffee mug... like definitely a hybrid, mutant or a shapeshifter that got stuck between the two... it's not pretty, but that's probably way off...
I wonder how many venues in the world have a special "Pope Perch".
Finally got it to work. It is a yellow chick with a caption about coffee!
I am so lazy tonight that I took off the tshirt I was wearing. (I have a cami on underneath.) then put on a button up long sleeve shirt on top of the cami. I didn't bother buttoning it up. Oh I was already wearing jogging pants. Now I just need to find that toothbrush and mouthwash. What was I going to do with them? oh brush my teeth and then gargle the mouthwash?
I am...obviously one of your imaginary readers. You can tell I'm imaginary by my stupidly late responses and random comments about running around in yoga pants and goggles, wielding a chainsaw on the end of a pole. No real person would do that. So while a bear was eating your roast beef sandwich (which is what us imaginary people think you said), that's what the universe was putting out there... people in athletic apparel who don't work out, unafraid of things you shouldn't touch with a ten foot pole because it's an eleven foot pole. I will patiently wait for you to tell me if this is co- or inco-herent. I have no idea. There's an ant in here. I'm done.
...at least they didn't blow it up like occurred here on the Oregon coast 53 years ago. Blubber went flying everywhere sending onlookers running for cover with one large piece landing on a parked car, totalling it.
I do agree however, tourists can be an annoying lot at times.