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Mary, I think it's due to a large dose of 'stupid'. Or possibly an assessment of how sleepy the bigger one is, leading to a catulation of how much the smaller one can get away with.
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Richard
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Richard
While I don't consider tattoos desecration, there are certainly some really unwise tattoos out there.
I find neck tattoos (especially ones that frame the head) ridiculous, but hey if you find your social position with one, more power to you.
There could even come a time when people without tattoos are shunned for lack of imagination or proper social labeling. It's all subjective. They do however send a message and tell a permanent story. But not everyone wants to know your story all the time. Discretion is the better part of showmanship (appologies to Shakespeare -- Henry IV, part 1)
One of my neighbors in the other half of this house was heavily tattooed including neck and face. Nice guy, muscularly stocky, biker type, nice wife, nice kids, nice dogs, great cook, did a mean Yule dinner brisket and they included me in their Yule celebration dinner each year they were here. I kinda liked him. But he was the guy for which the swat team was outside my kitchen window yelling through bullhorns and with guns drawn, using up all sorts of cop equipment.
He'd been seen walking down the street with a rifle and was reported by some overly zealous neighbor who said he looked threatening. Nothing major came of it, he surrendered after an hour or so and was back in the house by midnight, but had to give up his new rifle. He just didn't like cops.
I thought most people have tattoos, and that I'm just an outlier not having any. My daughter and her boyfriend both have them. My son is like me and doesn't want to pay for stabbing. I think some look nice and some look like crap. Just like any other art. No judgment from me.
Having tattoos isn't for me, but I love seeing others' tattoos. Our daughter has several in fact. (Ironically, she was a very needle-phobic kid )
Complaint: Our kitchen is an old-style one installed in the outside wall, with a pull chain. Two nights ago, the chain somehow got retracted into the fan. Thankfully Husband managed to coax it back into place
Non-Complaint: the Workforce Zooms are getting more interesting
LOL No, just a tiny combined kitchen/dining nook. Not a Murphy kitchen at all.
I have numerous tattoos. All but one are cultural. My grandfather on my mom's side was 1/2 Cherokee, and my great-grandmother on my dad's side was also 1/2 Cherokee, and I have a military tattoo. They are an extension of me, my past, and my ancestry. How someone looks isn't an extension of who they are to me. Their actions, behavior, and what's in their heart are what define a person to me.
For some, the stabbing is what they pay for. The endorphine high. The ink, just a souvenir.
For one of my tattoos, I rode my motorcycle half way around Washington, DC on the beltway. 35 miles, from Reston, VA to Landover, MD. I lay there while he worked, getting more and more "relaxed". When he was done, I got back on my motorcycle and headed back, the same way at rush hour, not realizing how high the endorphines had made me. It was an interesting trip,
but I made it OK.
Never did that again though.
Gummy worms like to teleport into my mouth.
I used to love them and the gummy bears, well, until I became a diabetic. Even so, they get stuck in my dentures, so they are a no-go now.
There was a diabetic version of gummy bears I think. But it made explosions in das Badezimmer.
IDIC ,if ya know ya know
I am not entirely sure cats actually know how big (or rather small) they are, they all think they are lion-sized. Except when it comes to deciding if they will fit into a box.
So, according to Google's AI Gemini, you are 3/16th Cherokee. I tried to figure it out myself, but my brain hurt. So, I deferred to the wizard.
Yeah, i have a few tattoos, one is a neck tattoo that i got after I saw from Dusk Til Dawn, one of my favorite horror movies. It can be covered with a collared shirt though, so is not so bad as some. I had a few piercings in the past, none now though. I worked in the corporate world for many years and it was never an issue. And everyone has tattoos these days, nobody cares unless you have face tattoos or something really extreme.
Speaking of that neighbor, the police will visit you for pretty much anything these days. I got a vist from 2 FBI agents and the sheriff a few weeks ago. I don't even own a gun, never have. Never broke a law in my life besides speeding tickets. They acknowledged right from the get go that I was not under arrest, they said they were just part of a new task force on "anti-something-ism" (you can guess what that something is). But they questioned me for 2 hours. They were there just to initimidate me. I don't think people realize how bad things are right now. Being against bombing school children will get you visited by the FBI, who would have thought? We live in strange times.
Lastly, today I found out the origin story of the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz. I never read the books before so I had no idea, holy moly that is dark. Extremely disturbing. In case anyone is curious:
complaint: Lost a friend to cancer this morning. She was one of the most amazing people I've ever met, one of those folks who is just the center of a Buttefly Effect of awesomeness. She's been battling stage 4 colon cancer for 8 years, and she never stopped fighting. All she wanted was more time to live and do amazing things and make a positive difference in more people's lives.
Death needs to stop taking the good people and start taking the jerks.
non-complaint: Great sadness only grows where there is great love to nourish it... and I am so blessed to have known her.
I thought they would mainly teleport the owner back to Kansas.
SilverGirl, I am so sorry I can't give you a real hug, but from Denver to you is a warm hug. I so agree with you on those we loose to death too early regardless of the reason. So many are wonderful, caring people. Share my hugs with your children, it helps.
Mary
More hugs!
so sorry for your loss ......
Complaint = Frustration to the MAX: Two days of computer and iPad/iPhone updates and fighting with DIM (updates failing) and no metadata on two products sold in a bundle and a shader set brought from Rendo to DAZ3d and I was hoping for some time today to get back to tutorials. Nope. My favorite iPad stopped charging. I cleaned the port, tested all my available cords and doo-hickeys and nothing changed the charging symbol to green. Everything worked fine on my other, newer iPad. And I couldn't get the iPad to reboot. Well I found another update iOS 27.0 waiting available to be loaded, if I wanted it. After install the iPad started to charge again.
I just wanted to let anyone know if they are having this issue, check to see if an update is que'd up. It pushed my iPad into a reboot and fixed my problem.
The failing DIM updates, well I had to totally uninstall, delete all the files and manually download the updated files and one-by-one, install new files as these were two sets of Now-Crowd Billboards, Office Life and School Life and since 14 Sept they kept failing. I am so glad I have unlimited TBs now.
@SilverGirl Condolences.
Complaint: Mini-adventure this morning was more than I expected. Long story: My laundry day breakfast at Burger King, just a toddle away from the laundromat, is usually very quiet. My bus gets there at 8:10 and I see the same group of 8 or 9 retired men gathered in a group just chillin' at the tables in the center of the room as they apparently do every day. I sit along the back edge of the room and face the window looking out onto the street. Nobody speaks to me. I eat one of my two Jr burittos & tater tots, drink my coffee & OJ, and stare out the window watching the world go by. Then about 8:20 a woman perhaps in her late 60s comes in and sits with the guys, pulls out her tablet and proceeds to show off her photos to anyone she can find polite enough to feign interest. I see this same scenario every time. Nobody is ever enthused to see more photos. A few months ago she glommed onto me, came over sat down and started showing her photos. I recognized one of the people in the pictures as someone from my hometown and in my high school class ('62-'66). I mentioned this and she said "Oh, that's my sister, I hate her".
This person from my high school class is someone I often have lunch with when my BFF from NYC comes into town and gets our old group together for lunch at Olive Garden. Great time, good people, long, long, long time friends. And in fact I now live next door to her 98 year old mother. Regardless, the tediously intrusive woman in Burger King goes on-and-on about her dislike for her sister (my friend) and other family squabbles.
I didn't want to hear that, but listened politely without encouraging her to stay at my table. So, that was my first encounter with that woman.
The next time, several weeks later, another laundry day, I'm casually eating my BK breakfast (same items) and the woman comes in, wanders directly past my table (same spot), grabs my still wrapped, spare Jr. burrito off of the tray, and walks off with it smirking. I very quietly, but as seriously as a growling wolf say "That ISN'T funny".
She puts it back, gives me a dirty look and goes over to pester the 8 or 9 retired men in the center of the room, pulling out her tablet of photos, and playing music loudly when they lose interest. I've seen her a few more times but I just let the old men handle her.
HOWEVER, this morning as soon as she walks into the BK, she blasts some 1960s rock music and starts dancing around the room exclaiming "It's my mothers 98th birthday!". Everybody looks up but nobody says anything, but the collective looks from me and the others must have had effect because she turned it off before sitting down in the old man group. About 15 minutes later she turns on her music again, loud, I mean LOUD, window rattling LOUD. About one minute of that and I screamed out (to be heard over the music) "THIS ISN'T YOUR LIVING ROOM!" It took 10 seconds for that to register and she did turn it off, but gave me the finger. I then said in a normal voice "Just wanted you to know!". A couple of the men turned toward me and gave me sign that they agreed! (Whew, I thought I'd overstepped my boundry). At that point, I'd thought that the event was over, and that she was under control, but no.
A few minutes later she came over to my table and started rattling on about my yelling and how she had been a nurse (which I thought was entirely relevant to the price of tea in China)
Somewhere in the brief interchange that we had I was informed that I was going to hell. I retorted loud enough to have witnesses, "Look, I'm not interested in your music. I'm not interested in your photos. I'm not interested in your family squabbles, and I'm not interested in you. GO! AWAY!" Flustered, she repeated that she used to be a nurse, again entirely relevant to the price of tea in China.
She went back to her spot at the group of men, one of which turned to me, circled his finger around his ear, nodded at me, and I nodded back but I noticed that she noticed the interchange. All was quiet after that and I left a few minutes later to go do my laundry. But I think I might have encouraged some of the men in the group to stop putting up with her without saying something. If not, then I guess I'm going to hell.
(I would have liked to have been a fly on the wall after I left.)
Short story, TLDR: Irritating person in Burger King got reminded of civilized behavior and told me that I'm going to hell. Not worried. Been there, done that, writing the book.
@SilverGirl sorry you lost your friend.
I'm sorry for your loss. It is always too soon, but it does seem she made good use of the time she had available.
@SilverGirl I'm so sorry for your loss. Cancer sucks.
I could handle the music and maybe even the conversation. But if that woman tried to walk off with my burrito, they would have to rebuild the part of the laundromat where the fight took place.