I Am So Tired But There's So Much To Do Complaint Thread
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I haven't seen that movie yet, but the "F" word doesn't shock me anymore. I lived for five years on the fringes of a gang district in downtown Washington DC where they only speak in three word phrases like well pounded TV wrestlers, and two of the words are the "F" word.
One time in the grocery store I had to make a hasty retreat out an emergency exit in order to keep my money from a determined panhandler. You know you have to be careful when they come up to you on the street and inspect the jewelry in your ear. Gunshots at night half a block away become normal. And someone staggering bloody onto your 10 square feet of lawn and dying tends to create an all evening police event outside under your livingroom window. 
Ah, life in the city. 
But, it wasn't a total bummer. I could stand on my front porch and look 12 blocks down 6th street and see the dome of the National Gallery of Art on the Mall. Civilization, just a brisk walk away. 
i envy people with clothes dryers.
i'd be scared to live in a house with the gas pipes pumping the accident waiting to happen.
is right up there with ferris gigantos wheels, and sybway tunnels. midtown tunnel, nooo way
I want to watch my little ponies but my roommate is talking to me. How can I relax now?
Edit I do not mind her talking with me but I was trying to relax.
start watching it, mebbe she'll get into it
pinkie pie!!
I was strying to watch it on my tablet.
...was on the LRT tram the other day. There were two 20 something slackers sitting across the aisle and a row back from me who were engaged in some fairly disgusting and tasteless conversation that I will spare everyone here from, Besides breaking into terrible off key singing from time to time, the young lady (who I felt must have been high on something other than life) who was with her boyfriend (at least I guess it was her boyfriend) sounded like she was a shoo-in for a lead role in the next Sopranos series.
I'm glad that's not down here where I am. It will happen too soon, anyway.
Dana
...took a walk to do the weekly marketing this afternoon. Nice sunny day, a few fair weather clouds, and mild temperatures, so just threw on a sweater and headed out.
One block before I got to my destination it suddenly began raining, and I mean raining, like one of those "Kansas Gullywashers", yet the sky above was still blue. Managed to get under an awning in a doorway where i stood for nearly fifteen minutes as the air almost literally turned to water. Had I tried to make it the extra block I would have been soaked to the bone in that short time.
By the time I was done mercifully the sun had come back out for the walk home
Seems I'll also just have to get used to the fact that part of living in the city means at least once per outing, having to deal with someone behind the wheel who is set on tryng to run me down. These people need to learn patience especially when they see someone older having difficulty crossing a street at a marked crosswalk (which they are supposed to yield for) who is laden down with groceries.
Think maybe I'll just buy a monthy transit pass and take the streetcar and bus to do all my errands from now on and give up on getting any exercise, it's too bloody dangerous.
The combination of beer and cigarettes is much more dangerous than natural gas cooking and heating! Four of the five places I've ever lived, there was gas cooking. And three of the four places had gas heating as well. We do have an electric clothes dryer, though. The only fire I've lived to tell about was caused by a woman who drank herself to sleep...with a lit cigarette. She was on the third floor. We were on the second. I smelled something and knew it wasn't the dust burning off the baseboard heating the first night it came on in late Autumn. I had to look around and investigate. Glad I did. The third floor had one of those plastic amber tinted windows next to the door. I could see the flames. I pounded on the door and woke her up and got everyone out and called 911. Damage to the third floor, but we went to bed that night. Only some water damage to the suspended ceiling in our apartment. The landlord was not happy with her...took her to court, I understand.
Dana
Although the holes were rather small.
I liked the original Kingsman. Haven't seen the sequel.
...well got all the ingredients to cook up some Jambalaya for tonight's dinner, then realised. all my large saucepans are still packed away in the storage unit. Ended up making homemade cheezy pasta shells instead.
...I've seen some pretty big ones. There was one a few blocks from where I last lived that you could have fit a Fiat 500 in.
you saved her life!
i do hve a smoke detector. havent checked the battery in 20 years.
Where I attended college (Tennessee Tech) there was a huge pothole at a RR crossing which was also a major thoroughfare. We called it "Malfunction Junction".
You probably should. They recommend changing the battery once a year. I think "they" are the battery manufacturers,
The company I worked 30+ years for made the brand with the copper tops. 
Started on a med for my diabetic nerve pain a week ago. I got tired of living with the pain (I was reluctant to add yet another med to my medicine cabinet). So far it's been a big help.
Interesting story. But I'm curious to hear about the fire you didn't live to tell about.
Well, there you go, if there hasn't been a fire then the batteries couldn't be dead yet.
I am at the library again. Trying to decide what to do next.
Grab a huge pile of old books and smell them.
I meant what to do if I want to look normal. I doubt that normal people go around smelling books. I think they read them instead?
Libaries (and 2nd hand book shops) have a distinct smell all of their own.
True but I rather not going around sniffing books and looking odd.
I'm pretty sure the little private side rooms are for smelling books without people seeing you. I would drown myself in the fragrance of old books if I could.
I was lucky enough to visit the back rooms of the "British Library" a few years back. Both the old building and the new building, which hadn't yet attained the true library smell when I was there.
There are just a few books in the British Library Somewhere around 150 mill I believe.
Wowwww. I would love to go there.
That is 150 million items but only about 25 million printed books ( https://www.britannica.com/topic/British-Library ) - A mere pitence compared to the 38 million books and 164 million items in our Library of Congress (https://www.loc.gov/about/fascinating-facts/)
It's a delectable blend of glue, ink, insect poop & carcases, bacteria, mold and fungi. Deep inhalation not recommended.
And the most major part, old wood fibers breaking down. This releases vanillin which is why they smell a little sweet like a dusty bakery.