Popcorn Maker Neurosis
As sad as I am to have missed Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros at Rock the Shores - it was a good choice due to the heat today. I would have perished. Neither Miss A or Hot Donna (aka drunk shit heads) thought to send me some video of the performance either. Rude.
I went swimming early today...the good thing about underwater headphones is you can listen to your music and block out the noise of children at the same time! DOUBLE BONUS. I am really loving the swimming these days now that I am back at it...just being really careful with the arm and neck business to to aggravate things with the nerve. So far so good.
I stumbled upon this photo of me from 2007 that I do not recall ever seeing before...I am in typical form, fingering the camera whilst fleeing. Such a class act all the time.
I feel like doing this in every photo I ever pose for. Once when Miss A. was really little someone said something to me that really freaked me out...that if I were to die at the time Miss A would have hardly any photos of her dead mother. After that I started being less of a dick about pictures...but now that the sprog is older it is a bit less of an issue obviously. Miss A is far far far less attached to sentimental things than I am...I cherish things...things take me right back to a place in my mind. I have always been that way since I was a teen...cherishing little things that I could pack up and take with me whenever the next move was. Over the years I have made a point to get rid of things, for reasons of practicality...also for privacy. I had a bunch of Rubbermaid bins full of letters from interesting jailbirds that I decided were better off in the burning barrel than being dragged to Victoria with me...who the hell wants to read a book about a bunch of society's throwaways anyhow? Being that my Alzheimer brain is not all that reliable it is a lost cause now. What I found very interesting back then does not reflect how interesting I find all of that now, especially since the internet - now you can look and see exactly what crimes a person was charged with...gory details and how much they lied to you about their crimes. Most people do not 'get' it anyway...and at 44 explaining it is a bore.
I am amazed at the shift within myself...I used to be so interested in people and their stories, eager to get to know people, always loved meeting new people, connecting...now I am this anti-connector. I make little to no effort to connect. Disconnect engaged clearly. There is someone at work I have always made an effort with in order to keep peace and have a pleasant working relationship...that is over now. It is like actual work to endure the fakey fakeness of it all. It is so hard to connect with the ppl in your life that are tested and true already that attempting to vet new ppl is just too much bloody work for often very little pay off.
Wow, that is a fatalistic paragraph. Ask me in 10 mins, I might have a completely different slant on it all.
I want to make popcorn right now but the head from the popcorn maker would likely kill me.
Speaking of popcorn makers...for a zillion yrs I had one that worked 100% awesome...have good air flow, popped a good amt at one time etc...I thought this was STANDARD...nope. Once it died a few yrs back I went out and got a new one...no big deal....yeah well suddenly it was apparent to me that not all popcorn makers are created equal.
Replace #1 was pretty looking but the popcorn fell out of it...it didn't have enough blow to blow it in to the damn blow....it just spilled in. I did not like this bullshit one bit. It irritated me, the gutlessness of it. So welcome Replacement #2....it has a bit more guts BUT it only pops a small amount at once and gets extremely hot - like it might blow up ffs. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH annoying....so I just ordered Replacement #3 and let me tell you I researched....I read all the gawd damn Amazon.ca customer reviews and there were a lot on a few different sites....if this one does not satisfy my popcorn maker neurosis then I give up on popcorn. CHECK IT OUT HERE
I went swimming early today...the good thing about underwater headphones is you can listen to your music and block out the noise of children at the same time! DOUBLE BONUS. I am really loving the swimming these days now that I am back at it...just being really careful with the arm and neck business to to aggravate things with the nerve. So far so good.
I stumbled upon this photo of me from 2007 that I do not recall ever seeing before...I am in typical form, fingering the camera whilst fleeing. Such a class act all the time.
I feel like doing this in every photo I ever pose for. Once when Miss A. was really little someone said something to me that really freaked me out...that if I were to die at the time Miss A would have hardly any photos of her dead mother. After that I started being less of a dick about pictures...but now that the sprog is older it is a bit less of an issue obviously. Miss A is far far far less attached to sentimental things than I am...I cherish things...things take me right back to a place in my mind. I have always been that way since I was a teen...cherishing little things that I could pack up and take with me whenever the next move was. Over the years I have made a point to get rid of things, for reasons of practicality...also for privacy. I had a bunch of Rubbermaid bins full of letters from interesting jailbirds that I decided were better off in the burning barrel than being dragged to Victoria with me...who the hell wants to read a book about a bunch of society's throwaways anyhow? Being that my Alzheimer brain is not all that reliable it is a lost cause now. What I found very interesting back then does not reflect how interesting I find all of that now, especially since the internet - now you can look and see exactly what crimes a person was charged with...gory details and how much they lied to you about their crimes. Most people do not 'get' it anyway...and at 44 explaining it is a bore.
I am amazed at the shift within myself...I used to be so interested in people and their stories, eager to get to know people, always loved meeting new people, connecting...now I am this anti-connector. I make little to no effort to connect. Disconnect engaged clearly. There is someone at work I have always made an effort with in order to keep peace and have a pleasant working relationship...that is over now. It is like actual work to endure the fakey fakeness of it all. It is so hard to connect with the ppl in your life that are tested and true already that attempting to vet new ppl is just too much bloody work for often very little pay off.
Wow, that is a fatalistic paragraph. Ask me in 10 mins, I might have a completely different slant on it all.
I want to make popcorn right now but the head from the popcorn maker would likely kill me.
Speaking of popcorn makers...for a zillion yrs I had one that worked 100% awesome...have good air flow, popped a good amt at one time etc...I thought this was STANDARD...nope. Once it died a few yrs back I went out and got a new one...no big deal....yeah well suddenly it was apparent to me that not all popcorn makers are created equal.
Replace #1 was pretty looking but the popcorn fell out of it...it didn't have enough blow to blow it in to the damn blow....it just spilled in. I did not like this bullshit one bit. It irritated me, the gutlessness of it. So welcome Replacement #2....it has a bit more guts BUT it only pops a small amount at once and gets extremely hot - like it might blow up ffs. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH annoying....so I just ordered Replacement #3 and let me tell you I researched....I read all the gawd damn Amazon.ca customer reviews and there were a lot on a few different sites....if this one does not satisfy my popcorn maker neurosis then I give up on popcorn. CHECK IT OUT HERE