Okay. I don’t know if it’s because I got some better sleep last night; or, if it’s because I watched “I Shot Andy Warhol” almost up until the point where he’s shot; or, if it’s because I’m going to see a good friend of mine this aft’noon; I really don’t know what it was that got me to feeling less depressed this a.m. than I have over the past two days. You gotta know, that due to the existence of my only offspring, I would NEVER kill myself. While I firmly believe that is the right of any human being to take their own lives, I respect folks who disagree with me. Anyhow, I’m still here to annoy, delight, educate and mess with yas! HA!
So, I got a letter from the MI Dept. of Treasury, saying I didn’t qualify for the home heating credit because: “The reported household resources was lower than reported living expenses.” Hah?
I’m not even sure I want to try and figure this thing out. I need the money, yeah; but I don’t feel like wasting my time and energy wrangling to get it, only to find out I won’t, yaknowatiemeen?
I did my own taxes, as I do every year. This is the first time this has come up; but then again, I had no job in 2020.
They’re having a party next door.
This relates to several things that RGMG:
- This misuse of words.
- My sometimes obsessive desire to see to it that words are properly used, like I’m some robot whose positronic brain has been damaged (think NOMAD from STTOS).
- I’m 57 years old almost and still can’t totally accept the fact that I can’t somehow make others perceive things the same way I do - not because it’s my premise that everyone should, but so that I’d be more easily understood. I’ve found when people understand me, even a little bit, they’re less likely to treat me like I’m some sort of freak of nature.
Having stated that, I apologize @Wisconsin_Platt and @Nonentity, as well as to the board in general, for my posts on the Random Silly Grins thread.
I went online to buy underpants. All the reviews of various brands said, “Not as good as they used to be” or “brand is no longer any good” or similar. So I looked at an upscale store and found one that looked good, only kind of expensive. So I grit my teeth and bought one. Nice material, good construction, felt OK, etc.
Went to the bathroom and discovered it had no flap. On men’s underwear.
At that price I expect a flap, two pockets, and a matching tie and handkerchief.
Fuck capitalism. Always leads to the same dismal outcome. Deliberately lousy products, made by people paid pennies an hour (or yuan or ringgit or whatever).
So. Last month, I was actually able to speak to my medical-cannabis caregiver - who was assigned to me and I have never met - about obtaining some product from him, as I’m perpetually broke. He said he’d get back to me “next month”. Which he didn’t. So I texted him a few days ago and found out he’s in Denver for two weeks and will help me out when he gets back. Ummmm…I don’t think that’s the way this is supposed to work.
He might be in Denver to re-stock.
No, caregivers in MI grow their own…and he could have it shipped if there were the case.
I’ma have him removed, I think, as soon as I can afford the fee, if there is one; if there isn’t, I’ll do it sooner.
So I get an email about how it’s important to catch up on medical appointments after the epidemic. As if it’s over. “Don’t Delay Regular Health Visits and Screenings.”
But depending on the doctor, either
(a) They’re not taking appointments, or
(b) they will be, and I’m on the waitlist, or
(c ) they will be, and I’m supposed to contact the office with a request, and… they might get back to me, eventually, or
(d) They’re out of network, and I’m supposed to pain-call billing for info, and billing won’t respond without an appointment number, so I need to schedule an appointment for them to respond, and I need them to respond to schedule an appointment.
Also fucking substitutions. I want a list, I don’t want to burn books.
P.S. Turn off automatic (c) to © substitution - #5 by swamidass - feature - Discourse Meta
People who own dogs and who say they support veterans, but also who set off enough fireworks for me to feel as though I’m on some beach in Normandy during WWII:
So this year, I managed to miss the bulk of the fireworks (being in a state park seemed to help)
But in its place I was subjected to what could have only been titled the “America! Fuck Yeah!” Playlist. Every cringe inducing country “patriot” song produced.
Complete with horrible lyrics, questionable rhyme and meter and a total lack of historical accuracy.
Played loud enough to hear clearly, but not so loud as to be something to complain about.
Luckily, I had my earbuds and some downloaded movies to get me through the worst of it
Are you Proud to be an American?
But hey, I’ll bet at least they had The Boss too, as clueless as they all seem to be about Born In the USA.
There was no Boss and the must have missed that Lee Greenwood thing
On a side note, the sheer amount of Trump signs I see is … well … I guess what I should have expected
Welcome to my world.
Privately Selling a Car
Between the outright scammers and assholes, I see why I swore to never do it again.
Edit - But then in the end we still got $100 more than we were asking. Used car sales right now are whack.
Yes. I had to get a new (to me) car two months ago after my other one died. First off I was warned that used cars had risen in price because of demand and people no longer wanting to use public transport because of the pandemic, and so were scarce. Then a ‘delightful’ salesman who embodied every negative stereotype about, well, used car salesmen spent the entire time with his fly down. I mean, it could’ve been worse, with his penis exposed or something, but jesus dude, you deal with strangers for a living. At least make sure your fly’s up.
It looks like someone is using a very loud and painful and powerful hose to try to wash some water off the gravel outside. It’s taking a long time, and it’s not working.
About ten minutes ago…
I’m seething right now, over a sitch that has nothing to do with me except I heard it all: My neighbor who lives w/his family in the house north of me, was yelling and cursing at one of his female relatives (sister, I think) for allegedly slamming the front door…and now she’s leaving w/her boyfriend w/a pillow and blanket and small bag. Anyhow, telling her to get the fuck back into the house (she’s reached her majority, I’m pretty sure); she tells him quietly she didn’t slam the door, it pulled itself like that when the windows are open; no, fucking close it softly. FUCK!!! And they happen to be Hmong, but he’s sure assimilated into an asshole American. Fuck.
Addendum: I’m still super fucking pissed off but not as much. This kind of powerlessness, I do not like. But I give her credit for handling it calmly. That shit is hard to do. But it still maddens and saddens me.
If you’re republishing a book, but delete the maps and appendices, it’s kinda impolite to not mention that you’re deleting them.