So one size fits nill?
I have heard it referred to as āOne Size fits no-one terribly wellā.
Depends on what you call āfitā. An older lady I know who used to design and make her own clothes pointed out to be that nowadays āfitā just means ācovers enough to be decent; comfortable enough to be mostly forgettableā. Thereās a reason nearly 100% of āone size fits allā items are made from knitted fabric, and that relates to how over 20% of all fabric produced in the world is some sort of knit.
Ouch. Well, whether itās better a Fuck or a Grind1 (or indeed whether 'tis important which), you have my honest empathy.
As youāre being kicked in the head right now, let us know if we can help re: thing like reminders for doctor appts/taking migreleve, or just good old sympathy.
1. That sounded unintentionally filthy, didn't it? Not changing it though. :wink:
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Healing vibes sent my way would probably help (Iām in MI, if that helps). I was taking Imitrex when I first really started getting them, back around the turn of the century (just LOVE typing that!), and they worked for five hours, the pills; the injection worked for 12 on the first dose, then five, then nada. And I had injection site issues.
Iāve found that smoking pot helps make the pain bearable, and somewhat interesting as well.
Yeah. I was halfway through typing it when my mind went there.
Absolutely deserves to become the standard terminology though.
ETA: I carefully didnāt suggest specific meds [ETATA: Damn, I apparently name-checked Migralieve, when I meant migraine meds in the generic sense. My apologies.], as I assume youāre experienced and on top of the options (and also being kicked in the head, like right now) reminders about seeking help/taking meds for something that just appears to have gotten worse for some reason on the other hand,
seemed more reasonableā¦
The positive vibes you can have freely and plentifully though.
(Also, I just carefully tweaked the bit you quoted a little. Shakespeare called us ālewd interpretersā and, well, itās a true calling. )
#*LMAO!
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I have problems finding clothes that fit, even in Big And Tall (short and fat?) stores. Iām tall enough, but way too thin. Iām not sure if the clothing manufacturers assume everyone over six feet tall is built like a football player, or if I really am that thin.
That used to be me. 6ā2" and rail-thin with all my clothes ill-fitting; living alone, Iād eat maybe one meal a day, some vegetables or something if I remembered to. My current housemates love to eat, and after a bunch of years of that Iāve gotten more pudge round the middle. Still donāt fit clothes all that well but now weāre all dieting and working out, so weāll see.
This is true for dress shirts. They leave too much room in the belly IME. I guess this makes sense, because people who wear conservative dress shirts everyday are often older and also donāt have time to exercise. Hell, Iām older and donāt have a lot of time to exercise.
The same people who take the elevator up one floor, or vulture park in the first row of the supermarket, or think Iām literally crazy for walking more than a couple blocks at a time.
One of my housemates is having the same stupid argument with her boyfriend about their relationship again.
Itās 1:30 in the morning here
OMG either break up or get over it. Both of you. Stop it.
Do you have a hose pipe?
It grinds my gears when:
Someone accuses me of not having the decency to do a little research on a claim, when the person hasnāt bothered to read that I supplied the bibliography entries to two professional journals and one doctorās book on traditional diets, and comes up with an āEating Wellā web article that exactly proves the point I made of American adaptations of the Mediterranean Diet not being as healthy as a traditional Cretan diet, all the while claiming the American adaptation of the Mediterranean Diet is indeed healthier than the traditional Cretan diet.
Itās like a mommy blogger accusing someone of losing weight dangerously, when the reducer follows dietetic guidelines from a doctor who runs an intensive dietary management clinic for diabetics, because the mommy blogger canāt accept that losing adipose fat doesnāt require exercise. The mommy blogger is convinced that the caloric restriction must come from energy expenditure, and not a combination of reduced caloric intake and elimination of foods that promote inflammation. A woman could never lose weight that way, only through squats and purchase of Lululemon exercisewear, thinks the mommy blogger!
Or, a red-state small-town morning newscast weather person arguing against climate change with Bill Nye.
"Um, even though this is on the internet where we could both look up sources Iām going to just say you are wrong and uninformed rather than insist you show me your sources, because then I can at least provoke you into showing me your sources. Iād really hate for you to be calm while youāre showing me how Iām wrong or uninformed. "
This is one reason I rarely wear dress pants. It seems people my height who wear dress pants usually need room for at least one or two other people in the pants with them. At least I can usually find jeans and BDUs that fit.
Dressy shirts are even worse. Shirts designed for my shoulder width have enough room in the torso area to smuggle a few illegal immigrants strapped to my belly. But those designed for my chest measurements have sleeves that come nowhere near my wrists and shoulder seams that feel like theyāre halfway between my neck and shoulder.
So if you see me in jeans and a t-shirt at a formal occasion, itās not so much that Iām a slob as that Iām not a man-barbie that fits some designerās ideal proportions (which for some reason seems to involve having an enormous belly, narrow shoulders, and short arms and legs).
Well I think I found the designers model.
Nocturnal dreams wherein Iām doing something physical and my body is āplaying along at homeā so my foot or toes cramp and make me wake up.
This morningās dream I was one of three people coaxed on by someone to throw a light hand-sized object like a grenade across a field. āThis is too light, I wonāt get the distance the other two had.ā
I am told: āIt helps if you run back, like a football player, before you launch.ā
I do so and my toes cramp ow ow ow
Two more irritations:
I couldnāt sleep much this morning because my body refused to be comfortable. Iād get in one position and my leg would throb, so Iād change position only to overheat. This went on for over three hours, despite my swallowing an alarming number of sleep aids. I didnāt take anything for my leg throbbing because it wasnāt an ache or pain, just the throb that comes from spreading my legs out too widely.
Irritation number two is having enough of a thought to open a reply window for a topic, typing five words in, and then realizing I donāt even know how the sentence or paragraph will end as Iāve forgotten the point I was trying to make. I did okay in this post, because the discomfortās messed up my alertness and sleep rhythm to the point where the irritations I have are my only complete thoughts this morning.
I saw a performance of Holstās āThe Planetsā Friday night. It was pretty good ā they also displayed a video feed of photos of the planets, synced to the music. But they only showed one Saturnian moon and it was Titan. Gosh people the whole Saturn system is so interesting. Itās not just rings and a couple lakes. Geez.
Now be fair.Titan is the largest Saturnian moon, and the second-largest in the solar system. What else would they show, the sixth-largest or something, for Peteās sake? I mean, other moons might emit jets of gas, but so do I, and I donāt expect them to play video of me at concerts.
So what video did they show for Uranus The Magician?