I am a very obese man. My current doctor hasn't stated this outright but my previous doctor did (politely) and observed that, as people gain weight, they tend to angle their feet outwards for balance. I wonder if that's related to what's happening here.
On the drive between my house and the nearest significant town, there's a house which has a small replica of the twin towers on their front lawn. One is labeled "never" and the other "forget." They're set at an angle from the road so you see first one, then the other. The first few times I drove up here I forgot (perhaps ironically) that they were there and thus was surprised to see the twin towers with "never" written on them.
In the opposite direction is a house on the intersection of three roads. I think the owner sells snowmobiles. In his front yard is a shipping container with snowmobiles in it. Atop the container sits a life sized Trump mannequin on a snowmobile giving a thumbs up to the main road. On the container "LAW + ORDER = :)" is spraypainted. Across the yard is a shed with "WAKE UP!" spraypainted on it.
The former, fine. The latter - no matter your politics, and I'm certainly not intentionality expressing mine here - seems a bit excessive.
My client (Blorp) really isn't friendly with my camera, so I'm sorry I can't easily upload more photos, but no one should ever have to live not having seen Newbie.
My wife was recently on vacation and, historically, pets die when she's absent. Duke, the first dog I got as an adult, died the day she got back ... Technically not from vacation, but from a work trip.
Because we had a kid, I had Newbie put down while my wife was packing up the previous house and the kid was with her. That's the only dog I've ever chosen to put down. I think it was the right thing to do but it still hurt. Even typing this is hard. Please ignore the tears running down my cheeks. She was a damned good dog.
Remi died while the wife and kid were at the beach.
We have three cats, two of whom have been around longer than my wife. The wife and kid went to a family reunion this weekend. They left Friday and came back today. Saturday the older two cats were absent for the morning feeding. I wasn't convinced they would still be breathing when I found them.
However, so far as I can tell, they're immortal ... Or at least making the most of their nine lives.
edit: Newbie's health was failing. I didn't just decide she needed to go.
When I was but a teenager, I moved into an apartment with a guy I had known for a while. I considered his ethics questionable. He contrasted them against mine and I learned a lot about myself. Life felt complicated at the time.
But anyway, the reason he was looking for a new apartment was that he had recently broken up with his girlfriend. Apparently she had cheated on him. This was back when AIM was a thing and, for whatever reason, he had access to her AIM logs. He thought she had cheated on him - I don't know whether she did and it's not my business - and wanted verification. He went through the entirety of her AIM logs, including mine. (She wasn't cheating with me, though we did flirt on occasion. Out of some weird sense of morality, he warned me before he read our chat logs; he described it as "harmless.")
House of Stairs by William Sleator messed with my head for a while.
Among other aspects, I read it in - I think - the mid nineties. At one point one of the main characters describes a past activity - leaving her car to rescue another person, IIRC - and details how difficult was to do so because you have to put on a gas mask to be out in the atmosphere or something like that. (It's been most of thirty years since I read it, I apologize for being light on the details.)
At the time I was a kid and thought it ridiculous. After all, humanity had conquered acid rain and the hole in the ozone (though I don't recall if that had happened yet). Climate change would never get that bad.
That movie was so bad. I got a physical copy from Redbox back when that was still somewhat reasonable or at least I was naive enough to think so.
The disk turned out to be physically damaged in such a way that it skipped the middle, I don't know, maybe third of the movie ... But the storytelling was so poorly executed that we didn't realize until we rewound to find a story beat we had missed, then gave up, ejected the disk, and saw the very visible damage on the bottom.
I had a dog named Newbie. The name had nothing to do with her when I adopted her; she was rescued from a dog fighting house (yet still somehow the sweetest dog I've ever met) and came with the name "Ariel." At the time she came into my life, I just thought "Newbie" a fantastic name for a dog.
Before the dog was around, I had mentioned that to my wife, then girlfriend, and justified it by saying it was short for "Anubis." Then my wife got a nametag for the dog with "Nubie" written on it and I thought it looked far too much like "nubile" so I changed my mind and went with a more honest spelling.
I can't remember any specific examples at the moment, but I'm pretty sure not a single vet tech/receptionist ever got Newbie's name right. She was so incredibly sweet, though, that every one of them loved her.
Thus spake.
She also appears to be standing on her tiptoes.
I am a very obese man. My current doctor hasn't stated this outright but my previous doctor did (politely) and observed that, as people gain weight, they tend to angle their feet outwards for balance. I wonder if that's related to what's happening here.
On the drive between my house and the nearest significant town, there's a house which has a small replica of the twin towers on their front lawn. One is labeled "never" and the other "forget." They're set at an angle from the road so you see first one, then the other. The first few times I drove up here I forgot (perhaps ironically) that they were there and thus was surprised to see the twin towers with "never" written on them.
In the opposite direction is a house on the intersection of three roads. I think the owner sells snowmobiles. In his front yard is a shipping container with snowmobiles in it. Atop the container sits a life sized Trump mannequin on a snowmobile giving a thumbs up to the main road. On the container "LAW + ORDER = :)" is spraypainted. Across the yard is a shed with "WAKE UP!" spraypainted on it.
The former, fine. The latter - no matter your politics, and I'm certainly not intentionality expressing mine here - seems a bit excessive.
Okay, this is my second attempt.
My client (Blorp) really isn't friendly with my camera, so I'm sorry I can't easily upload more photos, but no one should ever have to live not having seen Newbie.
You don't know what you're requesting, but I'll start gently. While crying. (I really miss Newbie)
edit: Messed up the formatting but Newbie was still the best fucking dog ever.
Well, can't argue with that.
They're alive!
My wife was recently on vacation and, historically, pets die when she's absent. Duke, the first dog I got as an adult, died the day she got back ... Technically not from vacation, but from a work trip.
Because we had a kid, I had Newbie put down while my wife was packing up the previous house and the kid was with her. That's the only dog I've ever chosen to put down. I think it was the right thing to do but it still hurt. Even typing this is hard. Please ignore the tears running down my cheeks. She was a damned good dog.
Remi died while the wife and kid were at the beach.
We have three cats, two of whom have been around longer than my wife. The wife and kid went to a family reunion this weekend. They left Friday and came back today. Saturday the older two cats were absent for the morning feeding. I wasn't convinced they would still be breathing when I found them.
However, so far as I can tell, they're immortal ... Or at least making the most of their nine lives.
edit: Newbie's health was failing. I didn't just decide she needed to go.
I thought there are tildes involved in that.
Whom did you ask?
When I was but a teenager, I moved into an apartment with a guy I had known for a while. I considered his ethics questionable. He contrasted them against mine and I learned a lot about myself. Life felt complicated at the time.
But anyway, the reason he was looking for a new apartment was that he had recently broken up with his girlfriend. Apparently she had cheated on him. This was back when AIM was a thing and, for whatever reason, he had access to her AIM logs. He thought she had cheated on him - I don't know whether she did and it's not my business - and wanted verification. He went through the entirety of her AIM logs, including mine. (She wasn't cheating with me, though we did flirt on occasion. Out of some weird sense of morality, he warned me before he read our chat logs; he described it as "harmless.")
I wonder what he's doing with AI these days.
Could you just not remind me that I'm old?
Didn't this happen in Fight Club?
House of Stairs by William Sleator messed with my head for a while.
Among other aspects, I read it in - I think - the mid nineties. At one point one of the main characters describes a past activity - leaving her car to rescue another person, IIRC - and details how difficult was to do so because you have to put on a gas mask to be out in the atmosphere or something like that. (It's been most of thirty years since I read it, I apologize for being light on the details.)
At the time I was a kid and thought it ridiculous. After all, humanity had conquered acid rain and the hole in the ozone (though I don't recall if that had happened yet). Climate change would never get that bad.
That movie was so bad. I got a physical copy from Redbox back when that was still somewhat reasonable or at least I was naive enough to think so.
The disk turned out to be physically damaged in such a way that it skipped the middle, I don't know, maybe third of the movie ... But the storytelling was so poorly executed that we didn't realize until we rewound to find a story beat we had missed, then gave up, ejected the disk, and saw the very visible damage on the bottom.
I had a dog named Newbie. The name had nothing to do with her when I adopted her; she was rescued from a dog fighting house (yet still somehow the sweetest dog I've ever met) and came with the name "Ariel." At the time she came into my life, I just thought "Newbie" a fantastic name for a dog.
Before the dog was around, I had mentioned that to my wife, then girlfriend, and justified it by saying it was short for "Anubis." Then my wife got a nametag for the dog with "Nubie" written on it and I thought it looked far too much like "nubile" so I changed my mind and went with a more honest spelling.
I can't remember any specific examples at the moment, but I'm pretty sure not a single vet tech/receptionist ever got Newbie's name right. She was so incredibly sweet, though, that every one of them loved her.
One could ask Principal Tanzarian if one were unsure.
But now you can rent a car in the US!
Quick! Someone consult Sean Bean before he dies!
At least he left before counting five twice.
That seems like it's describing my kid.