Today I Found Out…

We (absolutely non-specifically) used to say "Reality is for people who can't take their drugs.".

(Jul 30, 2017 01:15 AM)confused2 Wrote: We (absolutely non-specifically) used to say "Reality is for people who can't take their drugs.".

Or have done enough drugs that reality is relatively novel.

(Jul 29, 2017 11:53 PM)Syne Wrote: Doesn't look like you've disagreed with me at all.

Yeah, not so much, but I didn’t want you to get a fat head.  Mine is solid muscle.  Next time we butt heads, you might drop like a sack of spuds, and then who would I spar with?  

You're already so bad at it that Zinman thinks they're staged.

(Jul 25, 2017 04:08 AM)Zinjanthropos Wrote: Personally when you and Syne get into a spat, real, staged or otherwise, I don't read them. So really the only thing that bugs me about them is when I say, "Oh shit, there they go again, another filibuster cat fight", realizing I've just wasted time checking it out.

Today Gulliver became just a flat patch of feathers in the road.
He must have jumped off our neighbours roof - able to flutter enough to land without being hurt but not able to get back. When I first saw him he had the body language of "I've done something really stupid and I'm scared." Then his mother found him and there followed the most sustained and loudest series of squarks I have ever heard from a seagull. He looked quite perky for a few days so I think mum must have been feeding him. Last time I saw him (alive) he was looking at his reflection in a window. Definitely something there. And now there isn't.

(Aug 2, 2017 12:03 AM)confused2 Wrote: Last time I saw him (alive) he was looking at his reflection in a window. Definitely something there. And now there isn't.

A relative of mine was just showing me a picture of an impression left by a bird hitting his window.  You could see the wings and everything.  It wasn’t on the ground so it must still be alive.  What is that, though?  Is it dust from the bird?

Can I ask you something else, C2?  I remember weird shit, and I’m overly curious, sorry, but a long time ago, you posted a link to a location in England.  It was a vacant lot.  You mumbled something about a woman.  The guys all acted like they knew what you were talking about, but I didn’t have a clue.  Is it a guy's only thing or can you tell me, too?

SS Wrote:... an impression left by a bird hitting his window.

The local seagulls regularly post unwanted feathers through the skylight of our upstairs bathroom so I tried pressing a feather against the bathroom mirror. No mark but possibly the faintest trace of oil that (say) fingerprinting powder might pick out. Some birds dust-bathe, maybe it had just had a bath and was happy happy before going splat into the window.

SS Wrote:... a link to a location in England.

My posts are part share, part blog and part therapy - mostly the latter. I know of no reason why blokes should understand and you not or vice versa. Girls disappear, change their names, turn into mothers and grandmothers. Just the place and the smell of the place could have taken me back to 1974. It didn't because it wasn't there. Woman, what woman? He lied.

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I didn't find this out today but maybe I'll find out what others think of the idea. If, probably when, I'm dying I plan to go back to my 'happy place'. Every sight smell and sound replayed until I'm gone - Bye Bye miss American Pie on the dansette until the record wears out. I said this to someone who was actually dying and he didn't seem overly impressed by the idea. I didn't know him well enough to ask whether the problem was no 'happy place' or other. Hopefully no urgency but if anyone sees either a serious flaw in the plan A or a better plan I'd like to know of it soon enough to start work on a Plan B.
Visit to googlemap ref xxx was not unconnected with plan A. To have waited 40 years might seem precipitate, to have waited 50 years would require rather more optimism than I possess.

(Aug 2, 2017 10:55 PM)confused2 Wrote: I didn't find this out today but maybe I'll find out what others think of the idea. If, probably when, I'm dying I plan to go back to my 'happy place'. Every sight smell and sound replayed until I'm gone - Bye Bye miss American Pie on the dansette until the record wears out.  I said this to someone who was actually dying and he didn't seem overly impressed by the idea. I didn't know him well enough to ask whether the problem was no 'happy place' or other. Hopefully no urgency but if anyone sees either a  serious flaw in the plan A or a better plan I'd like to know of it soon enough to start work on a Plan B.
Visit to googlemap ref xxx was not unconnected with plan A. To have waited 40 years might seem precipitate, to have waited 50 years would require rather more optimism than I possess.

Plan A; you might not have a choice in the matter.  You could die in your sleep or really quick.  You might not even have time to think about anything at all. Maybe a little "Oh, shit! This is it!"

If I have to suffer, I hope I’m not surrounded by a bunch of panicking idiots that I have to comfort. You want someone with a little confidence next to your side.

https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/h2FB8f_J_U8

At that point, I’d only be concerned for those that I’m leaving behind.  The best thing that anyone could say to me is don’t worry.  We got this!

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(Aug 2, 2017 10:55 PM)confused2 Wrote: My posts are part share, part blog and part therapy - mostly the latter. I know of no reason why blokes should understand and you not or vice versa. Girls disappear, change their names, turn into mothers and grandmothers. Just the place and the smell of the place could have taken me back to 1974. It didn't because it wasn't there. Woman, what woman? He lied.

Visit to googlemap ref xxx was not unconnected with plan A. To have waited 40 years might seem precipitate, to have waited 50 years would require rather more optimism than I possess.

First love?  That would be a little awkward and probably unnecessary.  Relative?  It’s never too late until you’re gone.

P.S. If an apology is warranted, don’t do it just to make yourself feel better.  That’s selfish.  Do it to make the other person feel better. Something along the lines of  'I’ve always regretted hurting you.  You didn’t deserve that.' 

SS Wrote:At that point, I’d only be concerned for those that I’m leaving behind. The best thing that anyone could say to me is don’t worry. We got this!

I like it, that's good. That fills 30 seconds. Then 20 minutes later you're all still there. "You did a really good job bringing us up.". Half an hour later you're starting to think of a couple of things that really weren't that good. Two hours later you're both still there just kind'a hanging in. Seems a bit mean to say "I've got things I need to do... if you could just... um, kind of get on with things a bit...".

Failing to die within a few minutes of starting to die is going to be bothersome all round. Maybe different in America where most of you die of gunshot wounds but in the UK we mostly die of not living any longer - which is rather more difficult to fit into a busy schedule.

(Aug 4, 2017 12:42 AM)confused2 Wrote: That fills 30 seconds. Then 20 minutes later you're all still there. "You did a really good job bringing us up.". Half an hour later you're starting to think of a couple of things that really weren't that good. Two hours later you're both still there just kind'a hanging in.  Seems a bit mean to say "I've got things I need to do... if you could just... um, kind of get on with things a bit...".  

Failing to die within a few minutes of starting to die is going to be bothersome all round. Maybe different in America where most of you die of gunshot wounds but in the UK we mostly die of not living any longer - which is rather more difficult to fit into a busy schedule.

Well, that was in relation to the movie clip. I never got the chance to experiment with drugs, though. Forget the morphine and pass me the LSD. What the hell, right? Maybe then I’ll feel some of that ecstasy of transcendence that Syne keeps going on about. That should kill some time, right?

Can psychedelic drugs play a role in palliative care?

Do you know what I learned the other day? The moon cutout on outhouses were there to let light in. I took my nieces on a hike last week and we spotted an old outhouse. They’re very inquisitive, but I must admit, I had to look it up.

(Jul 31, 2017 05:10 PM)Secular Sanity Wrote: You're already so bad at it that Zinman thinks they're staged.

(Jul 25, 2017 04:08 AM)Zinjanthropos Wrote: Personally when you and Syne get into a spat, real, staged or otherwise, I don't read them. So really the only thing that bugs me about them is when I say, "Oh shit, there they go again, another filibuster cat fight", realizing I've just wasted time checking it out.

She says without any self-awareness...