I Am So Tired But There's So Much To Do Complaint Thread

Mistara

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LeatherGryphon

Mistara said:

LeatherGryphon said:

Richard Haseltine said:

Mistara said:

kis humid pea soup outside. ugh

do they check that gigantuan ferris wheel for rust?
if it's out there in a London pea soup, it needs checking every day.

London hasn't suffered those since the Clean Air Act.

Even here in the USA, young people don't remember what it was like back in the "good" old days ('50s, '60s, '70s) when, breathing the air could kill you.  I remember riding through Lackawanna, NY (south of Buffalo) and the air was red, the houses were red, the streets were red, the dirt was red the plants were red, the clothes drying on the line outside the houses were red, and even the people had a reddish tinge to their skin.  It was the smoke from the iron mills.  All cars used leaded gasoline insidiously poisoning everybody and generating neurological problems in the people and even unborn infants.  Litter was everywhere, bags filled with trash just tossed out the car anywhere, and everywhere, even as a kid I knew this was wrong yet you saw people doing it frequently.  Lidless, rusty garbage cans were the norm, inviting all manner of critters to dine and scatter the contents.  Pittsburgh was the same but worse.  Car junkyards and huge piles of tires were unregulated.  When the tire pile got too big, they were set on fire and burned for weeks.  Everybody burned their own trash in a rusty 55 gallon drum in their back yard and people had coal furnaces.  The smoke sometimes lingered in the air for days.  In winter there was a continual smell of burning wood and coal and temperature inversions were more frequent so you'd have days where you couldn't see the sky.  The snow had a black layer on top and you could see the successive layers deep into the snow as new storms buried the old layers.

 

was that before EPA existed?

Yes.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Environmental_Protection_Agency

TSasha Smith

I am finally home again.  I left for work at 8:30 and now it is close to 6:30 which I think is ten hours later.  I am home until tomorrow morning when I go back to work.

Chohole

Miss Bad Wolf said:

I am finally home again.  I left for work at 8:30 and now it is close to 6:30 which I think is ten hours later.  I am home until tomorrow morning when I go back to work.

when I was working my regular week was leaving home at 5:00am and getting back home at 5:00pm (traffic allowing) Monday to Friday. &  7:30 am till 2:30 pm on Saturdays and bank holidays. 

TSasha Smith

I know it is not Thor's day but I want to watch some Thor.

Chohole said:

Miss Bad Wolf said:

I am finally home again.  I left for work at 8:30 and now it is close to 6:30 which I think is ten hours later.  I am home until tomorrow morning when I go back to work.

when I was working my regular week was leaving home at 4:30am and getting back home at 5:30pm (traffic allowing) Monday to Friday. &  7:30 am till 2:30 pm on Saturdays and bank holidays. 

Hmm that is long day.   Anyway my cardboard pizza is done so I need to go.

kyoto kid

LeatherGryphon said:

Richard Haseltine said:

Mistara said:

kis humid pea soup outside. ugh

do they check that gigantuan ferris wheel for rust?
if it's out there in a London pea soup, it needs checking every day.

London hasn't suffered those since the Clean Air Act.

Even here in the USA, young people don't remember what it was like back in the "good" old days ('50s, '60s, '70s) when, breathing the air could kill you.  I remember riding through Lackawanna, NY (south of Buffalo) and the air was red, the houses were red, the streets were red, the dirt was red the plants were red, the clothes drying on the line outside the houses were red, and even the people had a reddish tinge to their skin.  It was the smoke from the iron mills.  All cars used leaded gasoline insidiously poisoning everybody and generating neurological problems in the people and even unborn infants.  Litter was everywhere, bags filled with trash just tossed out the car anywhere, and everywhere, even as a kid I knew this was wrong yet you saw people doing it frequently.  Lidless, rusty garbage cans were the norm, inviting all manner of critters to dine and scatter the contents.  Pittsburgh was the same but worse.  Car junkyards and huge piles of tires were unregulated.  When the tire pile got too big, they were set on fire and burned for weeks.  Everybody burned their own trash in a rusty 55 gallon drum in their back yard and people had coal furnaces.  The smoke sometimes lingered in the air for days.  In winter there was a continual smell of burning wood and coal and temperature inversions were more frequent so you'd have days where you couldn't see the sky.  The snow had a black layer on top and you could see the successive layers deep into the snow as new storms buried the old layers.

 

..yeah, I remember those days.

We actually had a coal furnace in the house where I grew up.  It was a monster which looked like some massive twisted steampunk octopus with all the ducts leading off it to the upper floors.  I was too young to remember the wood cookstove that was originally in the kitchen, but do remember there being a plate that covered the hole where the flue entered the chimney after my grandparents went to a "newfangled" gas stove.  We still had a rain barrel out back that ws eventually filled in and turned into a flower bed)  as well as a pump fed by it in the cellar.  Yeah, winter was often a smoky, hazy, smelly time in the neighbourhood as we weren't the only coal heated home.  After a while you didn't seem to notice it.  White of course was not a low maintenance paint colour, our house had a faux brown brick siding similar in composition to roofing shingles and most other houses were painted grey, another darker colour, faced with brick, or also had the same siding.

All year long there was a mix of diesel fumes form the rail line a block away that combined  with the  "sweet aroma" of  kerosine from the nearby airport when the first jets began servicing the city.  The rumbling was intense (turbofan engines were still a couple years away) and the heavy smoke they produced could be seen billowing northward from the front yard when planes were taking off to the south. When they took off to the north they came right over the house and the sound was earsplitting and if temperatures were below zero (F) they sounded even louder. 

Then there was all the heavy manufacturing the city was renowned for which spewed who knows what in to the air for decades. About the only relief from all the smoke and fumes was a stiff cold northeast wind off Lake Michigan which blew it all southwest of the city.  I also distinctly remember the daily pounding of the big pneumatic forge hammers from a steel fabrication plant about a three quarters of a mile away. it wasn't just air, but also noise pollution we dealt with as well from trains, planes, and manufacturing.  In Milwaukee, it wasn't unusual to have heavy industrial operations surrounded by residential neighbourhoods.

After most of the heavy industries shuttered their doors or got bought out by some overseas conglomerate & moved in the 80s, the city began a slow "cleanup".  Once decades of soot and grime were sandblasted away, many of the old foreboding looking, dark and dreary buildings I grew up with were discovered to have been built with a lovely cream white brick made from a type of clay common to the area.  It was this, not milk, that gave the city it's old nickname of the "Cream City".    While there are still a few big industrial firms located there, it is nothing like it used to be.  Granted the air is better and everything cleaner for it but the local economy has been in the tank for decades (I was finding nice houses there at a fraction of what they cost here in Portland).

The airport, well today it's mostly served by the newer 737s, Airbus 320s, and those "micro jetliners" which are all much cleaner and quieter.  The biggest planes now landing there regularly are Airbus 300 and DC-10 freighters for FedEx. Occasionally a big 747 or 777 makes an appearance, though usually for a charter or when diverted from O'Hare because of weather issues in Chicago.  The old freight railway a block away from the house is gone, replaced with a freeway (which is probably worse), and the "400 Express" line on a block further is now only a single track and sees mostly local freight service.  Pretty much all of the homes in the neighbourhood now have gas heat (cheaper than oil or electric there), and that old forge shop's massive hammers have been silent for decades.

Times change I guess.

kyoto kid

Miss Bad Wolf said:

I know it is not Thor's day but I want to watch some Thor.

Chohole said:

Miss Bad Wolf said:

I am finally home again.  I left for work at 8:30 and now it is close to 6:30 which I think is ten hours later.  I am home until tomorrow morning when I go back to work.

when I was working my regular week was leaving home at 4:30am and getting back home at 5:30pm (traffic allowing) Monday to Friday. &  7:30 am till 2:30 pm on Saturdays and bank holidays. 

Hmm that is long day.   Anyway my cardboard pizza is done so I need to go.

..not a bad analogy. 

Many, many years ago when Consumer Reports evaluated frozen pizzas, they summed up the taste of most as:  "Large Cardboard Biscuit with Tomaoto, Cheese, and Meat Flavouring".

Vilian

kyoto kid said:

Miss Bad Wolf said:

I know it is not Thor's day but I want to watch some Thor.

Chohole said:

Miss Bad Wolf said:

I am finally home again.  I left for work at 8:30 and now it is close to 6:30 which I think is ten hours later.  I am home until tomorrow morning when I go back to work.

when I was working my regular week was leaving home at 4:30am and getting back home at 5:30pm (traffic allowing) Monday to Friday. &  7:30 am till 2:30 pm on Saturdays and bank holidays. 

Hmm that is long day.   Anyway my cardboard pizza is done so I need to go.

..not a bad analogy. 

Many, many years ago when Consumer Reports evaluated frozen pizzas, they summed up the taste of most as:  "Large Cardboard Biscuit with Tomaoto, Cheese, and Meat Flavoruing".

Flavoruing? I guess THAT sums it up well :D

kyoto kid

...the forum spell check has been really spotty as of late. I will activate it but many times it seems to do nothing and I (or others) only catch errors after I submit the post. I don't know why this forum software locks out the default FF spell check, but it is extremely annoying particularly if you are dyslexic as I am. Fixed it by logging in from my phone (at least there I have a spell check that actually works even though it is damned hard to enter text on.

Mistara

glowbutts sure like curtains

are moths attracted to glowbutt?

took the curtain, whole curtain rod outsude, return to its people, it didnt want to let go

kyoto kid

...maybe Leela's in the neighbourhood? Flutterbys and glowbutts are her friends.

Petercat

LeatherGryphon said:

TangoAlpha said:

Phones? We had two tin cans tied together with string!

Bah, youngsters!   Back in the old days we were just single cell organisms.  The only way to communicate was chemically, which meant that we peed in the sea around us and hoped someone got the message.

You mean you had internet forums way back then?

DanaTA

Tjohn said:

DanaTA said:

Chohole said:

TangoAlpha said:

LeatherGryphon said:

TangoAlpha said:

Phones? We had two tin cans tied together with string!

Bah, youngsters!   Back in the old days we were just single cell organisms.  The only way to communicate was chemically, which meant that we peed in the sea around us and hoped someone got the message.

Think I was on the receiving end of some of those. Not voluntarily, mind. (ewww!)

 

Nowadays some kids use swimming pools instead of the sea.  

They have something they put in the public pools here that turns it a bright color if someone pees in the pool.  Instant embarrassment for the offender, and warning to everyone to get out!   ​   I don't think they use this in all public pools yet.  Progress can be slow sometimes.  But I saw this in the news a couple of years ago.  So maybe they've all caught up by now.

Dana

Probably a bad idea 'cause accidents happen. 

Accident or not, people need to be warned if it happens.  Especially these days.

Dana

DanaTA

Mistara said:

skaramoosh skaramoosh do yooo fan dang oh
figgerr ohh ohhh

...

Funny!  I was thinking the same thing when I saw the news today!   

Dana

kyoto kid

...

TJohn

Mistara said:

glowbutts sure like curtains

are moths attracted to glowbutt?

took the curtain, whole curtain rod outsude, return to its people, it didnt want to let go

No, but other glowbutts are.  The ones that are flashing while flying typically are male. The females usually flash while sitting. Males flash to attract a female. If she likes what she sees she winks (flashes) back, the little flirt. 

Vilian

kyoto kid said:

...the forum spell check has been really spotty as of late. I will activate it but many times it seems to do nothing and I (or others) only catch errors after I submit the post. I don't know why this forum software locks out the default FF spell check, but it is extremely annoying particularly if you are dyslexic as I am. Fixed it by logging in from my phone (at least there I have a spell check that actually works even though it is damned hard to enter text on.

I don't even bother with forum spellcheck, so you can expect even weirder things from me here.

"Flavoruing" was suspiciously close to "flavoruining", which would be best summary of cardboard pizza ever, so that's why I noticed the typo. Didn't mean to pick on you, sorry :(

kyoto kid

...no worry. We really need better forum software than this. Crikey, even in the "old days" it worked better than what we currently have. Besides locking out your browser's spell check, the mobile version doesn't allow you to use the line feed key to create paragraph breaks. Other discussion forums I frequent do. Instead you have to mess with embedding format codes which are a real bother as to do so you have to keep toggling between 3 different keyboard sets. The other option is a huge single block of text with no breaks that can be a chore to plough through. Oh one more irritation, those pop up messages that a new comment has been added which cover pretty much the entire tex window for several moments. (entered from my phone).

LeatherGryphon

Petercat said:

LeatherGryphon said:

TangoAlpha said:

Phones? We had two tin cans tied together with string!

Bah, youngsters!   Back in the old days we were just single cell organisms.  The only way to communicate was chemically, which meant that we peed in the sea around us and hoped someone got the message.

You mean you had internet forums way back then?

Not point-to-point.  It was broadcast only.  Best smell was the direction you went toward.  Worst smell was the direction you avoided.

 

(Have you ever wondered how a one cell animal decides  good from bad?  Is it instinct or choice?  Pain or pleasure?  Hunger or fear?  Do they have preferences? Degrees of good, or bad?  And just where is that registered in their tiny undifferentiated minds?) 

Petercat

LeatherGryphon said:

Petercat said:

LeatherGryphon said:

TangoAlpha said:

Phones? We had two tin cans tied together with string!

Bah, youngsters!   Back in the old days we were just single cell organisms.  The only way to communicate was chemically, which meant that we peed in the sea around us and hoped someone got the message.

You mean you had internet forums way back then?

Not point-to-point.  It was broadcast only.  Best smell was the direction you went toward.  Worst smell was the direction you avoided.

 

I was a medic in the Army. It was the opposite for us.
I still hate the sound of a helicopter.

LeatherGryphon

Meh-complaint: For many years while in Washington DC I was an avid fan of the Renaissance Faire in Maryland.  Had my special costume and everything.  Had much fun playing the part and shopping for new leather, new jewelry & gemstones, costume pieces, & other merchant wares.  All that ended in 2002 when I lost my job and left Washington for a pauper's life in Florida.   But now 15 years later, and ever since I moved back up north to NY State in 2008 I knew there was a big Renaissance Faire in Stirling NY (50 miles NE of Rochester) and I desperately wanted to go.  Yesterday, all the stars were in alignment, I had cash, the car was working, the weather was tolerable (hot & muggy but not rainy), and time for this season is getting short, so I finally decided to go to.  ROAD TRIP!  Yea!  I've outgrown and given away parts of my Renaissance costume (see image below) so I didn't even attempt to dress up this time.  I decided to go as an old fat bald crippled muggle.

I found my Garmin navigation device and programmed it.  The distance was 231 miles, most of it Interstate travel so the trip was quick and uneventful.  Upon arriving at 10:20AM, twenty minutes after they opened I found the parking lot huge and filling fast, and the distance from the current parking area to the front gate quite far.   Then, as I passed the first guy directing parking traffic I quickly dug out my handicap placard and asked if there was a handicap parking area and he directed me to the reserved area in the front.  Yea, for being old and decrepit and having a handicap placard!     Then I found the ticket line dismayingly long.   Standing still even with my cane is not my most fun thing to do.  The line crept slowly forward but eventually I had my ticket and entered the magical land.  Oh what memorable sights & smells.  Costumes, horses, beer, turkey legs, fish & chips, and vendors of swords, leather, jewelry, clothes, leather, pewter, glassware, etc.  A bonanza of vendors, fire jugglers, muscians, actors, all manner of talent.  And then there were hills, hills, and more hills than I could manage.  I made it down to the bottom level, had my lunch, and started the long climb back up the hill but moving slower with every step, yet still trying to see as much of the Faire as I could on the way.  Because I knew that once I reached the top, this old body was ready to leave.  I did get to the top, drenched in sweat.  My feet and knees were screaming, my energy gone.  But thankfully it had started to sprinkle.  So, without guilt, I toddled my way back to my car and left for the three and a half hour trip back home.  I was only there a total of a little over two hours, but, all in all, I had a good time.  I got reminded of many good times of the past, I didn't waste any money on useless trinkets, or leather that wouldn't look good on me and jewelry that I don't wear.  However, I did figure that the fish and chips lunch that I had, actually cost me about $100 total expenses for the day.   It was good but not that good.  Meh!

Mistara

meh bad headache yuckie

 

wonder if anyone tried that measurement thing on the male pro grafts  tee hee
M6 6",?  M7 7"?  M8 ... "?

 

eating waffl sundae didnt fix headache, dont want to waste real food, pretty sure wont stay 

hot humids, aimed the fan to blow on my feets, lil bit cooler

Vilian

Hot. Hungry. Depressed. Tired.

Mistara

uber meh, no moola for the stonemason sale 

ps1borg

Morning. Weather is turning, this morning iz not so cool as it has been tho still no rain to speak of

Mistara

do the lorakeets hibernate?

 

the great nanas scare

kyoto kid

LeatherGryphon said:

Meh-complaint: For many years while in Washington DC I was an avid fan of the Renaissance Faire in Maryland.  Had my special costume and everything.  Had much fun playing the part and shopping for new leather, new jewelry & gemstones, costume pieces, & other merchant wares.  All that ended in 2002 when I lost my job and left Washington for a pauper's life in Florida.   But now 15 years later, and ever since I moved back up north to NY State in 2008 I knew there was a big Renaissance Faire in Stirling NY (50 miles NE of Rochester) and I desperately wanted to go.  Yesterday, all the stars were in alignment, I had cash, the car was working, the weather was tolerable (hot & muggy but not rainy), and time for this season is getting short, so I finally decided to go to.  ROAD TRIP!  Yea!  I've outgrown and given away parts of my Renaissance costume (see image below) so I didn't even attempt to dress up this time.  I decided to go as an old fat bald crippled muggle.

I found my Garmin navigation device and programmed it.  The distance was 231 miles, most of it Interstate travel so the trip was quick and uneventful.  Upon arriving at 10:20AM, twenty minutes after they opened I found the parking lot huge and filling fast, and the distance from the current parking area to the front gate quite far.   Then, as I passed the first guy directing parking traffic I quickly dug out my handicap placard and asked if there was a handicap parking area and he directed me to the reserved area in the front.  Yea, for being old and decrepit and having a handicap placard!     Then I found the ticket line dismayingly long.   Standing still even with my cane is not my most fun thing to do.  The line crept slowly forward but eventually I had my ticket and entered the magical land.  Oh what memorable sights & smells.  Costumes, horses, beer, turkey legs, fish & chips, and vendors of swords, leather, jewelry, clothes, leather, pewter, glassware, etc.  A bonanza of vendors, fire jugglers, muscians, actors, all manner of talent.  And then there were hills, hills, and more hills than I could manage.  I made it down to the bottom level, had my lunch, and started the long climb back up the hill but moving slower with every step, yet still trying to see as much of the Faire as I could on the way.  Because I knew that once I reached the top, this old body was ready to leave.  I did get to the top, drenched in sweat.  My feet and knees were screaming, my energy gone.  But thankfully it had started to sprinkle.  So, without guilt, I toddled my way back to my car and left for the three and a half hour trip back home.  I was only there a total of a little over two hours, but, all in all, I had a good time.  I got reminded of many good times of the past, I didn't waste any money on useless trinkets, or leather that wouldn't look good on me and jewelry that I don't wear.  However, I did figure that the fish and chips lunch that I had, actually cost me about $100 total expenses for the day.   It was good but not that good.  Meh!

...neat costume there.

kyoto kid

Mistara said:

uber meh, no moola for the stonemason sale 

...another one?  Auuuughhhh!

kyoto kid

...had our local neighbourhood street fair yesterday.  Lots of booths either with relatively useless items or good food..  Sadly as I don't usually carry any cash on me couldn't really buy anything.  Yeah there was one of those "rip off" ATMs (that charged 3  or 4$ to use) but even the tasty smelling German bratwursts that one booth had (smothered in stone ground mustard and kraut) was not enough of an incentive to pay a small ransom for a little cash in the pocket.  I remember when  ATMs were part of one network or another and the any machine on the one that your bank subscribed to was free.to use.  Not anymore.  I would have to hike or bike nearly a mile to get to my closest bank branch.

In the morning there was a fun goofy parade that included a couple marching bands.  Two of the funniest was the "Dunnymobile"  for a local plumber shop (the fellow driving it dressed like Super Mario) and several people on "tall" bikes.

 

DanaTA

kyoto kid said:

...had our local neighbourhood street fair yesterday.  Lots of booths either with relatively useless items or good food..  Sadly as I don't usually carry any cash on me couldn't really buy anything.  Yeah there was one of those "rip off" ATMs (that charged 3  or 4$ to use) but even the tasty smelling German bratwursts that one booth had (smothered in stone ground mustard and kraut) was not enough of an incentive to pay a small ransom for a little cash in the pocket.  I remember when  ATMs were part of one network or another and the any machine on the one that your bank subscribed to was free.to use.  Not anymore.  I would have to hike or bike nearly a mile to get to my closest bank branch.

In the morning there was a fun goofy parade that included a couple marching bands.  Two of the funniest was the "Dunnymobile"  for a local plumber shop (the fellow driving it dressed like Super Mario) and several people on "tall" bikes.

 

I hope that top hat is actually a helmet...that's a long way to fall if he loses his balance or something happens.    

Dana