Kiddo, we're all writers and I take everything I read on this or any other forum with a big grain of salt. That doesn't make the stories about fighting instititutional corruption, leaping tall buildings at a single bound, or managing restaurants with ten million dollar budgets for booze any less entertaining. Which reminds me, did I tell you about my venture up Annapurna to rescue a prince from a yeti? No shit, there I was... PS My son, a fire fighter, did go into a burning building and carry an unconscious person out, so I didn't find that story so far fetched.
I figure it's bound to happen someday. I've already walked on the ragged edge by admitting I could not plow my way through more than a few chapters of Tolkien and now by admitting that I will miss someone for whom the tell has bolled. Balancing, balancing...
Not in isolation but when we added up all the different claims of service with both armed forces and blue light services it was pretty clear that we were dealing with 'the secret life of walter mitty' and that shit gets old I was just glad that he'd recovered from the PTSD that plagued him when he was in his alter ego form... i guess the recovery might have had something to do with changing nationalities, and careers, and work histories... maybe it was like Doctor Who, he regenerates in a new body with a new set of problems
Does it? Perhaps one needs a particularly whimsical sense of humor to appreciate the Walters of the world. I looked forward to seeing how the office romance and the pursuit of bureaucratic corruption were going to intertwine and play out. Unless he was running a scam to deprive old ladies of their life savings, what did it matter if he was living his secret life on a writers' forum and inviting people to participate? Well. I will miss him, if no one else does. Maybe I'll go read Thurber's story in memoriam, hmm?
Ugh. I have been getting calls from a company called Dynata the last several days. Hanging up on these survey people hasn't worked, reporting them as spam hasn't worked as they call from multiple numbers, and their website has now was to tell the to fuck off, ie opt out. I am now having to put the phone on DnD,which interferes with my business.
From a rules point of view three accounts is a rather large rule break. That aside with his first account he was a disruptive nuisance and derailed a shit tonne of threads with his supposed mental health crisis. Its pretty tiring to moderate that kind of thing, and we sure as hell didn't need a replay. If he wants to live out a fantasy life he can go do it somewhere else
I was wondering what happened with that character. Just when I was beginning to feel a little less inadequate, Caitriona Grace brings out her son who thinks nothing of rushing into burning buildings. Damn. Back to square one, I guess.
You never know what you'll actually do if you're in the moment. Let me tell you a bit of a story. My Dad is a bit of an, um, scaredy cat? I dunno if that's the correct expression. He won't do anything he is not used to doing. Driving to a road he's never been to is genuinely terrifying to him, as are many other things. He almost never climbs out of his comfort zone. So much so that he's been working the same job for about 35 years, in the exact same place. It must have been around 2014 when something bad happened to our neighbour. Our neighbour was a very interesting character. I've mentioned him twice, I think. I've also mentioned that he had a special alcohol-making furnace. Καζανι, as it's called in Greek. I don't know if there is an equivalent for this in English. Greeks are weird. Us Cretans are even more weird. Anyway, it looks like that: But his was a lot bigger. He made Raki with it, and it was a pretty big deal when he did. It was his retirement hobby. His art, in many ways, and so many people would gather at night to watch the process over snacks... and alcohol, and lots of talking and gossiping. Us children weren't left out either. We'd play in the big backyard and even help with the process. So, needless to say, our neighbor loved his Raki. He made big batches of it every summer. And he'd store big jars of it in a storage shed. Then the days that followed New Year's, that shed which hosted his art and days of dedication caught fire. He rushed inside to try and rescue some of the jars. But this was a horrible idea because the smoke caused him to choke and become immobile. Then my Dad—the person who won't drive a straight road just because he is unfamiliar with it—actually put a black trash bag over his face, rushed inside the shed and got our neighbour out. I'm still in disbelief. I wasn't there to witness it so maybe he did lie! Nah, probably not. Our neighbour died from cancer. His wife is still alive.. she must be ninety or something like that now, but she is in good overall health even at that age. I wonder if it's the Raki... just kidding of course! Please don't drink alcohol to extend your life, even if a passionate old man made it.
I wasn't questioning the wisdom or appropriateness of the ban; figured there were behind the scenes matters like multiple accounts or threats made to other members. Apologies if my appreciation of an odd character's weird stories put your tail up on your back. Don't be silly, BE. My son is a firefighter; it's his job to go into burning buildings. My daughter was a cop during the big fires in Colorado in January of 2022. She went into burning towns after people who were too stupid to leave when ordered to evacuate. An adrenaline junkie gene runs in my family. My husband's side of the family is mostly pretty cautious except for my husband, which leads me to think it's a recessive gene.
We had to say goodbye to one of my best friends and cohorts today. Rue Dog...he was fourteen and the inspiration for my Star Socks Fox.
I'm so sorry, Socksfox. What a handsome boy he was! We lost one dear puppy girl in February, then in March, my constant companion of 15 years and tens of thousands of car miles crossed the rainbow bridge.
Socks, I am sending good thoughts your way. I am sorry for your loss. I know Rue Dog was a very good dog and loved you very much.
Brain is being an utter twatmuffin. Again. You'd think after numerous cycles of this bullshit, the brain would get the hint and (a) stop insulting me, and (b) stop thinking I can't do anything at my work. Brain, WTF is wrong with you?
I am sorry about this. I kinda understand that as well as my brain isn't the most supportive. However, I did something crazy. I yelled at the critical voice, "you're fired!" and then reminded myself that this voice isn't supposed to be in the studio anymore. I know it's not super-detailed, but maybe trying that could help?
Petty annoyance ahead and SPOILERS FOR CBS Ghosts TV SHOW! I am so upset that the TV show Ghosts (the CBS Version) didn't let the gay couple get married. Not only that, but the writers said they want to 'let gay character explore'. Ugh. I am so tired of slutty gay characters! I just want SOMEONE TO GET MARRIED and settle down and have kids in a TV show. UGH! And worse, this character is a ghost! He's fucking dead! There are NOT enough gay characters for him to match with and his former FIANCE (you read that right, he left him AT THE ALTAR!) was really cute and good match. And all the plots have gotten SO weak and stupid in this show, it makes me sad. Because the show started so well! But I suspect it was because they were going line for line from the BBC version. UGH!
Both were ghosts. One of them left the other at the altar. (It's a whole thing. Story is: main character Sam can see ghosts. Ends up living in haunted house. Two Ghosts in the house get engaged and one of the ghosts leaves the other at the altar that Sam set up for the occasion.)
And can I add it just feels so insulting to gays and lesbians that it feels like all the characters they have in TV shows are slutty, slutty, slutty? Not all gays and lesbians wanna run around wild. Nah. I wanna get married. Settle down and live a normal boring life. Seriously. I want a wife, picket fence and too many cats.
