Feinsteins_Ghost

350gb so far. Shooting for 500+. I'm only 6 days into my new bill. Never let your dreams be dreams.

Ninety nine bottles
Of beer on the wall, ninety
Nine bottles of beer.

I always love reading about friendships that cross party lines, like Michelle and Dubya or Joe Biden and John McCain. It's a reminder that most people aren't complete partisans

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Good ol' G Dub, just a big old lovable goof.

I made a mistake browsed Reddit dot com. I regret my actions.

Anyone else listen to Swindled? It's a pretty good podcast.This showed up in my podcast app one day about a year ago. I've listened to most of the free back catalog at this point.

The format is pretty interesting, they're usually two parts; the first part is maybe 1/3 the allotted time and the second part makes up the other 2/3 but the first part is always related to the second.

This one is about Lawn Chair Larry & the Balloon Boy. Lawn Chair Larry is a guy who inflated and attached a bunch of surplus military balloons to a lawn chair he got from Sears & Roebuck and ended up becoming airborne. The second part is about the Balloon Boy hoax in 2009.

Six bucks. Watermelon was picked Wednesday, limes were picked Thursday.

Going back for avocados and sweet/white onions tomorrow when they swap produce. You can pry the avocado toast from my soft dead millennial hands.

I had a moment looking at myself in the mirror, and realized I don't like the person I see. I've been trying to change this. Therapy, changing my diet to be more healthy, etc. I've taken 10mg of Lexapro for about six months and it didn't really seem to help, it just sorta put me into a weird headspace. So my Dr bumped the Lexapro down to 5mg, and added 75mg of Wellbutrin to the mix.

I've been taking it for 4 days. I'm tolerating the Wellbutrin fine, but my appetite is fucking gone. I'm no longer really craving the stuff I used to, sweets n salts, but my appetite in general is just fucking gone. I've eaten once a day for the last 4 days. I'm downing water, and unsweetened tea like it's the cure for cancer all of a sudden. I have always drank a good amount of water, during summer I knock out at least two gallons every day.

Today I drank 3.5 gallons of water, tea, Gatorade and pedialyte. And I'm still fucking thirsty. Yesterday I had almost the same amount, killed 3 gallons and maybe a quart more. Im not dehydrated, im urinating and it's clear, but I just can't drink enough. If I shake my stomach, I can hear the water sloshing.

What the fuck? Is this normal? Should I be concerned for something else? I'm not prediabetic, no cancer anymore, I've just had a shit ton of bloodwork done three weeks ago so I'm fairly sure it's not some undiagnosed condition. Anyone else take Wellbutrin, and have this happen?

Side effect, haven't had an edible in two days, so I may end up coming out of this completely sober too, which was unexpected but completely fine.

Loaded up the washer last night, added soap then promptly walked away without starting it.

Then I fell asleep on the couch waiting for my laundry to finish so I could move it to the dryer.

I overslept through two alarms, and am currently 30 minutes late as it is. Laundry started washing five minutes ago.

Happy Friday yall.

Edit - going plumbing in my short pants today. Fuck it, it's Friday.

Anyone watching TAFS since Nick split?

TAFS has been doing some weird gets lately. SJP, fucking Anthony Weiner? I'm not sure what to make of this center left video podcast any more.

I've possibly mentioned it here a time or two before, I hav moderate emphysema, and moderate asthma. As such I am in the elevated risk group so I get vaccinated when needed.

Yesterday was a couple of vaccinations, pneumonia, flu, COVID booster and second round of hep A/B vaccine (occupational exposure hazard of plumbing).

This morning I was handing over my doctors excuse. Typically I don't give information when I visit a doctor- here's my excuse go fuck yourself please. For some reason I told the office manager why I went - vaccinations, blood work, and a referral for my twice yearly endoscopy.

You'd have though I told her I kick puppies and steal old folks disability checks, the fucking look she gave me.

She started out with this 'have you done your research...' bullshit, so I asked her why her medical degrees weren't hanging up if she knew better than medical professionals and left for my first service call. Then, I got to listen to my 17 year old apprentice (the owners dipshit son) explain to me how I really need to do some research and I'd probably change my opinion because I'm smart and I just need to be shown the right info, and that the other guys at the shop agreed about vaccinations. He then tried explaining to me that his grandpa who died last year of complications from esophageal cancer was really complications from the covid booster two years later.

Told him I'm dropping him with his daddy because we can't justify the labor for an apprentice and a plumber for the service calls I had lined up today.

Ain't fucking doing it anymore. I'm sixteen hours into overtime already and I'm paid double time so I'm not fucking this week up. I will finish my week at one shop and I will have another job by Friday this week if worse comes to it.

I'm not arguing with assholes anymore in the year of our lord twenty twenty five.

How was y'all's day?

Hell yeah.
Neighbor of two weeks approached me for some plumbing repair work at his house recently. We got to talking about a lot of things; where he immigrated from (he is Viet) general outlook on the neighborhood, that sorta shit.

Talking to him, i could sorta tell where his politics lie, but he was hiding his power levels i think because of how i present visually- beard, overalls, gray hair; i look like a old guy who listens to fox news probably.

I took a chance and just told him, my politics are not fleshed out well, but i lean further left than democrats. We talked some about his girlfriend who plans to immigrate to the US if she can (she is in Dagestan), which brought up more conversations (he speaks english, vietnamese, and some russian) i listened to him talk about his upbringing, leaving Saigon when he was six months old.

I hold no fantasies of creating a neighborhood cabal or anything like that, im just so thrilled to have a neighbor who holds similar outlooks to myself. I might have sqealed at some point i was so stoked. He has a much better grasp on theory than i do, and i look forward to asking stupid questions of him so that i can flesh out how i view the world.

I just wanted to share this somewhere.

Im thankful to be alive. Im thankful for my kids. Im thankful for homegrown tomatoes and roadside peach stands. Im thankful for spaghetti bolognese and real Alfredo sauce. Im thankful for living next to an ocean where i can sit and watch the waves and tune out. Im thankful for being a tiny little spec of insignificant nothing on a mote of dust floating in the beam of a star in the middle of a cosmic vastness that brings me to tears when contemplating its vastness and my place amongst it all. Im thankful for being able to go camping the couple times a year i can afford it, its always low tech and cheap (bedsheets and ramen noodles in cheap walmart/amazon tents) but it affords me a chance to be somewhere semi quiet, semi alone and attempt some self reflection. Lately it placates the urge to go back home when im feeling needlessly wistful.

I think back on my life and there are things im thankful for. Im thankful for the year i spent in a squat in New Orleans sparing for change. Im thankful that year, and the years after spent dealing with drug addiction didnt kill me despite my best efforts. Im thankful for the folks i met out hitching the roads who showed me how to get by. Im thankful to have achieved sobriety (well, 90% anyway) or some semblance of it despite it not bringing the much longed for clarity of mind. Yet. I hope. Im middle aged so who knows. Maybe 2025 is my year.

Im thankful for this place and the mostly anonymous folks that make it up. It tempers my misanthropic tendencies and i enjoy shitposting with some real elites. It encourages me to get better at shitposting and get better at being a good person.

Im thankful i am the age i am. I am at best, halfway through my expected lifespan. Likely closer to 2/3-3/4 of the way through given all the previously referenced drugs and efforts to off myself, but still. I am learning to look back on my life less with embarassment and more with grace, i guess. Beating myself up over it will not change the decisions i have already made. There really is no use crying over spilt milk. All the same, i would not do my 20s again. Likely not my 30s either. Its taken me a long time to even grasp the concept of being comfortable with oneself, let alone understanding that eventually i can get there too. Slowly becoming comfortable enough with my own skin to no longer hide behind a shirt at the pool. Not literally, im a chubby dad bod but metaphorically im getting my swimmers body, svelte even.

Im still broke. Chronically behind on bills, always more going out than coming in. Im not thankful for that, however.

Life seems to pose more questions than answers the older i become and even more so recently than the norm but i have moments where i am happy, life is truly enjoyable, and im thankful for those too. Im trying to make the most of my time here, and despite being generally a misanthrope, and a grumpus, i see how to be happy i think. I guess we will find out.

Anyway. Goodnight yall.

I was never a real big fan of peaches until about two years ago, i made someone i was dating a peach pie and the bottom crust was likely the best one ive ever made and that pie turned me in to a real big peach boi ever since. peach ice cream. Cobbler. Peach upside down cake. Grilled peaches. Peach preserves on almost burnt toast for breakfast makes me happy. Peach tarts. And fucking peach pie? I cant get enough. Its replaced key lime as my favorite desert ever.

Its the beginning of texas peach season and last weekend when i went camping at a sorta nearby lake, i stopped at a roadside stand where this older than dirt farmer sells local peaches, pecans and onions. I bought two bags of peaches; one Early Flavorich, and one Dixieland, and ate the whole bag of Dixieland peaches and a couple of the Early Flavorich while i was camping. I saved some so i can make a peach pie ive been slobbering over like a dog for the last week-ish. Tomorrow when i get off work im prepping peaches and baking a pie. I am staying up til it sets so i can have peach pie and i dont give a rip what time it happens to be at either. I might even make ice cream to go with it if i can bribe my daughter to help with pie and ice cream.

Real peachhead hours whos awake? Anybody have a particular variety they're fond of? Does anyone prefer early season over late season? Or is it just one of those things nobody really cares about and im the only one acting like a dumbass for fruits?

Thanks for coming to my peach talk i appreciate it.