Well, hey. The developer who obscures to save his ass--out on said ass.

That's good, right?

I find those shrink wrapped bodies disturbing.

Also? Just did nails, but now need to pick up kids. My sense of timing is not too good, is it?

Oh well, at least the toenails will survive. I can redo my hands later.

Timelies all!

Never been on Wellbutrin. Luckily I've had good results with Prozac. Zoloft, on the other hand, made me jittery as all hell.(My doctor's casual dismissal of my concerns was the final straw with her, and I found a new doctor.)

Doesn't sports just look like being excited about people trying really hard to excel at something? Does it have to be "gotten" any more than that?

When you put it that way, yes. But I think it's more that sometimes people are unable to fathom why other people are invested/interested in a thing, combined with the rhetoric of jocks vs. geeks in American media.

But I think it's more that sometimes people are unable to fathom why other people are invested/interested in a thing, combined with the rhetoric of jocks vs. geeks in American media.

Yeah.

I was kind of anti-sports in college, possibly a result of being harassed by jocks.

Very few people (who aren't my father) are into all sports (he lays claim to liking to watch any physical competition), or every comic, or all movies, even within a genre (or starring any actor, or by any director), so, you know...varies. That part was a given before you even showed up.

At its simplest, it's really simple. Then again, so is religion. When you get to the point where athletes are given credit for more than athleticing, and coaches are given free passes to commit crimes, or tearing your own city apart is a reasonable response to both winning and losing--that shit is just people being hateful and stupid.

But I get why I cry when Usain Bolt wins his race--that was beautiful. I can only imagine what it feels like to push yourself across 100m like that--that fast--how amazing that must feel for the scant nine and a half seconds, how the iteration of training and striving comes to fruition with millions of people watching, and your whole country has turned out to cheer you on--you can wrap up feeling good about being from a podunk poor-as-shit country that's never putting anything into space for just a little while, because he's really fast and he's one of us.

And I totally fail to get the shot put, or American football, or downhill skiing, but I do at least get that you just have to swap words out to get there, not feelings.

Holy ded from the cute: Baby kangaroo and baby wombat:

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When I say I don't get football, all I mean is I have a hard time following the game play. My dad watched football like it was ballet. It was very clear to me that he was seeing something I wasn't.

I need to stop bashing my head against arguments with people who won't differentiate between "I don't see anything there" and "There's nothing there."

It's not the end of the world to say that other people are communicating with a lexicon you don't share--most likely because you have no interest in it. But to tell them they're not communicating? You can't tell you sound stupid?

Plumber just gave me the "actually, don't put anything other than water down your garbage disposal" talk. Which...I haven't had in 12 years, so I was due for a reminder. He also reminded me that flushable wipes aren't flushable. Luckily tampons didn't come up (API).

Burrell, it is good that he's gone--problem is, I don't think he's replaced.