Ooof, that sounds tough, Scrappy.

a long meara of only two days of posts:

I hate that I'm reduced to waiting for a bunch of guys over 70 to die or retire, but that's where I'm at.

Me too. I feel bad that I've gotten to the point of wishing certain persons would hurry up and pass into the metaphorical night. Not that it would really help us; there seem to be plenty of relatively young persons who are just as awful. What I'm for-real hoping for is that a lot of people are going to jail soon and their political and/or financial careers will be over permanently.

Zen, I never know what to say about your Viking war wound. I've been making all the empathy and sympathy faces at the screen, but I don't know how to type them at you. I hope the painkillers give you relief and that the surgeon can fix you good, fast, and right.

Cindy, I get that, I feel like that sometimes towards other peoples' troubles, too. It's good to just know you're there and caring about me. For the record, I don't consider this adventure a terrible thing, just unpleasant. So don't feel like you have censor yourself or phrase things just right. Snark is also okay!

Skipped and skimmed but wanted to point and nod at this.

waves at Pix and points up

My copy is between The Heliand, a Norse version of the Gospels which has Jesus as a noble chieftain and the Apostles as his loyal thanes (the writer didn't think the pagan Norsemen would be impressed by a guy who just wandered the country with his pack of hangers-on) and my collection of Bruce Edelman books on how the current New Testament is different from the oldest actual manuscripts.

Cool. I need to read those!

Oh, Cincinnati. I'm glad our people are safe, but heartbroken again at the violence and anger in our country. And still furious at the gun enablers.

And if you had never taken this particular preparation before, how small would you try to get the dose do you imagine? Or would you not risk it and just dispose of them? Asking for a friend.

Epic, I'd probably just take the pill. Like Steph said, barring mold or something obviously not-right. Don't expect to be functional, though. Just lie down. (Caveat: I am not a healthcare professional of any kind, I'm just a person with a lot of expired meds and a tendency to experiment on myself.)

...I would cut a 30-mg oxycodone pill into quarters, for a dose of (roughly) 7.5 mg. And even that dose would (hypothetically, of course) make me loopy as hell.

Just in case anyone is concerned about me, I'm taking 5 mg once or twice a day, and I have some left-over 7.5-mg pills for bad days. I cut them in half when I need to, y'know, function (but never drive). I get loopy as hell on the full dose, too. I haven't entirely habituated to it.

Cory Booker and Kamala Harris: YES

FORK YES. And Whitehouse too, dang. "I want to be in the pit too."

Halfway from my office to the kitchen, I realized I was doing white-people-wedding-Conga-line-dancing, and singing aloud, "Call their fucking bluh-uff. Call their fucking bluh-uff. Call their fucking bluh-uff."

Yes yes. I did a little dance too, but mine involved some rude pelvic gestures. So uncivil of me.

Anybody here old enough to remember Reynolds' blacksmith character on Gunsmoke?

My grandfather and I watched Gunsmoke together for years. The loss of Reynolds hit me harder than I expected it to.

I'm old enough to remember when he posed for a beefcake centerfold with his hairy pelt and big delighted grin.

Iconic photo!

I think of that so often! "It was white and square, and looked like a tooth, but it wasn't a tooth... so I ate it!"

Oh no. He's still a baby in my head! Cannot adjust

Which is way more than you wanted to know.

Nope. I like learning stuff like this.

flea, that sounds distressing and worrisome. I hope your books are all okay and no more flooding will happen.

Scrappy, I'm sorry this class is so unruly. I hope somehow the (continued...)

( continues...) problems get worked out.

Awkward post break. Feel like I should edit and add something else.

Oh no, flea. That does not sound good. I hope someone has some kind of plan and things work out OK this weekend.

And I'm sorry you're in such a tough spot, Scrappy. I have nothing but good thoughts for you. But I wonder if any of our teachers would have any advice?

As is so often the case, I'm reminded why I would not be good at a particular career. Salesperson, waiter...teacher. Because I assume saying "No, fuck YOU, you entitled little shit," is not generally a recommended strategy.

With ya, Dana. I can be the sweetest person in the world, but I have my mirror moments. If you are nasty to me it is right back at ya. When I first left high school I was a waitress for 2 weeks and knew I did not have the temperment. Working with computers is much better. I do customer support all day, but I have a hold button, and they can't see my facial expressions or hand gestures.

Note to self: Mail Scrappy a bullwhip, and an Indiana Jones hat. Purely for effect, of course. Learn to snap that puppy and they'll pay attention, I betcha.

Oh, Scrappy, that is a really rough day. I hope you have a lovely weekend to make up for it. And to recharge for next week, when they will hopefully behave like better humans.

When I first left high school I was a waitress for 2 weeks and knew I did not have the temperment.

I worked briefly in retail and just no. I couldn't manage a classroom of kids, I couldn't manage ONE kid. I have anormous respect for anyone who can and anyone brave and strong enough to try. Teachers are the toughest people out there.