1 - You can't change it no how much you wish you could.
2 - It's not selfish, it's normal to think about this affects your life.
3 - You may not be suffering as much as the condolences from others would suggest.
That's OK, you feel what you feel, and they do what they feel.
4 - This too shall pass, not go away, but hurt less with distance.

Thank you xoB.

You're a wise friend.

Durgin-Park is closing on January 12th. If you don't know what that is, nevermind, you won't care a whit anyway.

That's sad.

:lol2:

This fucking song.

Upset is not the right word. Overcome with emotion, powerful feelings of love and nostalgia for my BelovedDaughter most of all, but for my sons too. And for all the children (ha! HA!) of my extended family here. And for their parents my friends, all my friends here, parents notwithstanding.

Goes for them too, goes for all of this.

Carpe, mothertrucking Diem. This is not a drill.

A friend in MA found his 50 year old son who lives with him dead in bed yesterday morning. No signs of trauma or drugs. Waiting for autopsy results while making funeral arrangements today. :(

Wellthat'sgottasuck.

Hope that doesn't happen to Popdigr.

I'm 50. Both Grandpasdigr died at 50.

I'm hoping to drop dead off a barstool. Or off a trollup.

Either way, really.

Bummer. A 50-year-old death is bad news to begin with, but to be found by their own parents... :(

The autopsy came back "damifino", now waiting for the toxicology report while kin arrive from hither and yon. Funeral Monday and interment on Friday. His wife is dead but he has a daughter living next door, one at the other end of the state and one in NH, which are close enough to go commiserate with if he wants to get out of the house for a bit.

Twice I read that as internet on Friday.

Fuck, man. We just got word that one of the teachers at my kids' school killed herself.

:cry:

:comfort:

I'm very sorry Clodfobble.

Oh man, that's awful.

Sad.

Oh that’s awful!


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A guy in Florida I've known/done some business with for about 14 years, in his early thirties with a wife and two small kids.

Eric 1-18-19
“So as far as my diagnoses, the problem began with stomach parasites. Swear to God I will never eat Pork again! I'm sure that was the cause. Anyhow, I have (been doing a parasite removal program since late Dec and will be keeping it up for at least another 4 weeks) 3 different kinds of pararsites that inflamed my biliary tract (liver, gallbladder and bile ducts) I also have aluminum, lead and asbestos in my system to further compound the problem. I started a heavy metal detox program too. Definitely feeling better but weak as can be from all the weight loss.”

He'd dropped from 160 to 120 lbs, I told him he better get a meat thermometer.

Eric 1-19-19
“I think I got it from Pork Osso Bucco at the Ale House. It seemed wrong and I almost sent it back but didnt.”

3-1-19
Dead.

Christ.

That's horrible!

Think about that next time you eat raw meat or sushi.

wow! very sorry xoB

I'm sorry, Bruce. :(

Jeez. I'm sorry you lost your friend, and to such a seemingly non-lethal thing.

As for raw meat, I never eat it. Can't stand anything more than just a faint hint of pink in a burger or steak. I watch a lot of cooking shows, and they all insist that rare or medium rare is the way to go. I'd rather eat nothing than a blood-red steak. Gak.

But I love sushi. :(

I knew raw pork was bad. I'm sorry about your friend, and his Wife and Kids.

The news from Christchurch New Zealand this morning. Stop the hate.

sick and tired of terrorist attacks. lessens my faith in humanity

:welcome: to The Cellar JKG!!

^^^WHS^^^

My friend's husband died from pancreatic cancer today. Kids same age as mine. We're not super close -our kids went to the same K-8 school, played soccer together, but I reached out to her after beest died and I felt able. It was too hard before because.... well just because. This stupid disease group just sucks. They took a totally different approach and shouted loud about it. (you guys were pretty much the only people who had an inkling of the truth for us), so I know she is surrounded by friends and love tonight. But it still sucks and I still feel helpless to help. Or something. I don't know what I feel.

Hon, that's horrible.

monster, I'm sorry. Your feelings are important to me. I'm sorry you feel helpless. I feel (a fraction of your) helplessness too. It all sucks.

I'm sorry, monster. :(

Not surprised you feel bad for her, you been there done that. But when her support has drifted off to something else, you'll still be able to connect with her.
She doesn't know it but you're her ace in the hole... and she may be yours.

This. And hugs to you, Monster x


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This is depressing. When one of if not leaders, at least someone who had the ear of the far right, when he cautions against mob mentality draws torches and pitchforks.:(

Link

Yesterday I got five phone calls from myself. Really, that's what the Caller ID said, my name and number. Now seeing that I know it's not me, duh, they have to know that. Maybe they thought I'd be curious enough to pick up to find out who was using my name. They were wrong.

Maybe future you found a way to break the time barrier in a call to present you with information on what stocks to buy and what lottery numbers to play to make future you better off.

Not a chance, I wouldn't tell that asshole anything. Besides the future is only a couple years away so any killings I make will likely have 8 legs.

:lol2:

Thought you were talking about me for minute.

dumbfucks
 

:finger:

I am *tired* of moving backwards in my projects.

Several steps in a row now as I've fixed the thing directly between me and completing a given task, I've found a bigger problem further underneath.

For the record, the deck has been electrified and the hot tub is hot and wet.

On my way there though, jfc. My life is plumbing now. Well, was plumbing for a long time, now demolition and hopefully some day, construction worker. Framer, carpenter, then plumber again. Then construction worker, tile setter and plumber again. Painter. Side gigs as general labor moving waste to the can, the can to the curb or the truck, the truck to the dump, rinse, repeat.

I would love to have a day off to just be a landscaper and gardener.

Fortunately, this is not my day job, only during the waking hours that I'm not at my day job.

V, you're working around your day job which is fixed time/days. Looking ahead to spending all the available hours doing the things that must be done. After that all the things you have to do in order to get the result you envisioned.
That's a drag.

I'd suggest for sanity and spirits, that you add to the inviolate schedule of employment a movie, a dinner out, something for your head and hers. Maybe every week or every other week, something scheduled in advance, something you both can plan on and look forward to.

One other thing... you're the man, it's your job to fix everything, yes sir it's your manly duty, right?
Wrong, tits are not a disqualifier for fixing shit or solving problems. Working together she might surprise you what she can do, and when you stop to catch your breath, copping a feel or a little smoochy is better than a cigarette.
Nothing like teamwork/accomplishment to bond people together.
A band of lovers.

So desperate for it to get better I'm resorting to wishing for that when it's 11:11. I'm not superstitious or religious

I know what you mean, if it gets better or worse you deal with it, but becalmed, not moving and can't do anything about it it maddening.

Joe Buck

I know the pain.

An irritant.

This is what America (and the Cellar) has become. And apparently is now acceptable behavior. Once it never was.

yep, you nailed it

Pacific Gas and Electric with its two acts of domestic terrorism in as many weeks.

They are the conservative dream. Deregulate and let the free markets decide. What could go wrong?

I have been mildly sick for over three weeks now, mostly cycling between my throat and right ear. And because I'm me, I keep entertaining thoughts like, "What if this is just an age thing, like this is the new normal and my throat will just hurt forever until I die?"

That may be better than all the ailments you can dream up, or little animals living in you ear and throat. :eek:

Update: walk-in clinic doc gave me antibiotics and steroids. Already feeling tons better. Hooray for docs with loose scrip pads when you need them.

Glad you are on the mend.

I went on Facebook this morning. I'm starting to think it ain't a good place.

Going on facefuck you discover why your mother wanted you home by dark.

Welp ive done it again . I blew out my sholder ( right one this time ) , surgery is Tuesday , so you folks will prolly be seeing a bit more of me for the next few months ;)

There's some sunshine on a cloudy day.

LONG LIVE KING ZIPPY!