Good Morning All!
Sorry for the late arrival. I had everything typed yesterday morning at work, and the computer ate my homework. Then had to rush off to confront some horned up civvie shit pump who was trying to get one of my female front desk workers in Accommodations into the back room. Grrr! Of course the union protected him, but I’m not through yet.
Pledge: Battle boards blah blah! Not sure I’ll get to them this weekend. A used cupboard showed up in the garage with a few cans of paint, so that may end up being my ‘hobby.’ I’d like to work on my starship crew, and maybe build this fellow:
I find this fellow while looking for an alternate figure to stick on my Mortis Engine. He’ll be the Death Knight commanding an undead army in my AD&D campaign.
1. I suppose keys = status in some hindbrain sort of way. As for vaping, I’m for anything that helps people quit smoking, but I haven’t seen it work so far. People vape for a while, and then go back to cigarettes. Some obviously want to be seen vaping, to demonstrate their struggle with quitting. “Admire me, I’m trying to give up tobacco.” Oh well, the kids like it, and is a good substitute until they can afford cigarettes.
I quit cold turkey on January 26th, 2011. Now I have a cigar (a big effing Cohiba Lancero to be exact) on my birthday and at Christmas. I smoke it like it’s good for me, and it’s like being touched by God. Insidious f*cking things. If they found an affordable replacement that wouldn’t kill me I’d be all over it.
2. Triggers: I’ve apparently been treated for PTSD, but loud noise still sends me into a rage. Vi waits till I go outside before she even hoovers the house! I still look for my next cover when walking on trails — there are others. Must have inherited it from my dad. When I was young I remember having to roust him from a nap by shaking his foot. He’d always come up swinging, like he was still sleeping with his bayonet in a muddy hole in Holland.
I’m not up on what everyone on the internet is doing. Do all the cool kids have ‘triggers’ now? Does it get weak people the attention they crave? Are they a self-styled marginalized group that needs a hug and a fistful of cash? Explain.
3. Being a Canadian, I liked climate change better when it was called global warming. As luck would have it, the prevailing winds are changing and we’re spending more and more time in winter in the grips of a polar vortex, meaning we’re colder than -30c for weeks on end, with no precipitation. We’ve had a drought the last two summers; our gardens have been stunted, and the wild fruit we harvest has been cut by half. This year everything was 2-3 weeks late.
I like mellow music when I first wake up.
I can see I’ve got a lot of catching up to do, with some quaint moral outrage thrown in as well. It will have to wait. ‘Someone’ is holding a large paintbrush and giving me the stink eye. More later!
