The Mayor ,'End of Days'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Ryan recognises pandas in two languages! (Incidentally, the Chinese for giant panda is 'big bear-cat'.)
He really is a big bear cat. (Pablo Sandoval, Giants 3baseman. Who just hit a go ahead double.)
[Hec, it's too bad you're not on Facebook - that's where I do my watch-n-post for beisbol.]
It's too bad you're not at Chez Zmayhem so you could high five and run around the living room.
I hate those seriously introspective moments. I wish I could be oblivious to the shitty things I've done in the past. But then I remember that knowing they were shitty makes me a better person in the future.
They're our existential Marty McFlys.
I pretty much feel cringey about my entire life. I think I've made nothing but bad decisions.
Glad to know I'm not the only one who still cringes over stupid shit I did 30 years ago.
Amen. I have some strongly remembered cringes from high school.
I pretty much feel cringey about my entire life. I think I've made nothing but bad decisions.
You need a new system. Maybe switch to the I Ching?
How's that now?
Retrospective cringing just means you have an internal moral compass that's well-calibrated.*
I do like Mr. flea's 5-year rule, though.
*(This is also how I've rationalized my extreme trauma reactions to scary/torture porn/horror movies. Or, really, just the descriptions of them, as I truly can't watch them. The descriptions alone are enough to genuinely traumatize me like something actually happened to me. The first time I was dumb enough to Wikipedia the Saw movies, I honestly was upset literally every waking moment for like a month. Not like I was walking around weeping, but even when I was working or reading or whatever, there was a constant tape loop in the back of my head going "[insert scene of insane awfulness] -- HOW COULD SOMEONE DO THAT OH MY GOD WHYWHYWHY?!?" I could. not. stop. thinking about those stupid movies.
No, really. I understand it's not a normal reaction, but you know what? Fuck it. At least I know it means I still recognize bad behavior.)
t edit That said, when I saw the trailer for the spoof of those movies (was it called Scary Movie?), with the scene of -- I think -- Shaq telling Dr. Phil that he cut off the wrong hand, I laughed for about 5 minutes. Dr. Phil is just inherently funny to me.
t edit again Oh, hi, welcome to My Issues. I should have led with that.
I seem to have acquired a kitten. From the egg farm.
How exactly did you acquire said kitten?
When my brother was 7 or so he and a friend went on one of those school trips to a pumpkin farm and smuggled home a puppy.
How's that now?
Just put in your question and see the answer.
It's like a fancy Magic 8 Ball, but more philosophical.
I dunno. I used the online I Ching to ask "Will I ever be able to deal with horror movies like a normal person?" (Since the topic was on my mind.) And this was my answer:
You are working at cross-purposes with another. The distance between you is very wide. The gap can be closed, however, with no compromise of your integrity. You are not adversaries in this case -- just two persons addressing individual needs. Ask yourself: are these needs mutually exclusive? Is there common ground here? Must there be one winner and one loser? Could you become partners in seeking a solution that would allow for two winners?
Soooooo...I have to find common ground with the director of the Saw movies, is what I'm hearing.
Intriguing.