Interesting.... now I understand the discordance. You see yourself in him. It’s one of those quirks of mankind that those who irritate us are really just reflecting back things we see in ourselves and are supremely uncomfortable with.
Or you might be over-thinking it just a wee bit, lol. We all have a little @sshole - and sometimes they need to be aired (err... so to speak).
I may be the unshaven one, but I am a fan of Occam's Razor.
I’ve been training to be absolutely accepting
...which qualifies you to be a better dance partner than debater
.
BtW, in order to change the world, one must first decide... that they don't accept it.
Second thoughts?
in TS’s case that means I don’t try to sway his point of view.
You did get me to... to...
Well, you got me to
Pittsburgh (or through it, technically speaking)- and that took some doing. You also got me home again, which was even more of an accomplishment, if I remember correctly.
You'll never get me into "organics," though.
Speaking of swaying points of view, how'd you like a crash course in single-plant sativa DWC SCROG? It's like an aquarium, only better (and no fish to flush).
If only you were ten years younger than me. Oh, wait, I forgot a few (of my) birthdays. Fifteen, do we hear fifteen?
Hey, the ceiling worms are back! There goes
my pleasant demeanor for the year. Wonder what would happen if I sprayed some 3M headliner adhesive on my ceilings, then blew a pound of diatomaceous earth on them?
Whoops, how would I get the cat to stay up there?
Good morning everyone
Hiya, Nurse!
This is the point when I look in and think "HTH do I think I have enough time?"
Everything's moving along nicely.
We still have another month.
I'd have tried very, very, hard to find a way to make my exit date a variable based on the (Zamaldelica x Panama)'s actual finish date. Kind of worried that one will be taken early.
The fan is wafting a delicious berry and fuel perfume from this little lovely.
It just occurred to me that I've never actually smelled that one. I'm more into the "berry" than fuel. The gram that R. and I bought for my brother's birthday smelled like some kind of wood-spirits from high school chemistry class. Might actually have been Hawaiian. Who knows? You don't get much in the way of choice when shopping at the local "...and he sells a little bud, too" dealer.
It's the daughter's birthday
Happy birthday, youngin'.
We're going to see The Meg
The Meg? The Celtic healer-witch out of legend? I didn't think anyone still remembered her. Which would be a shame - even the faerie tasted
her power.
Let your joy be a deliberate choice.
Doesn't come naturally, huh? That somehow makes me feel a little better, lol.
I'm a walking advertisement for how powerful a thing unbridled joy can be.
I was a walking advertisement for sh!tty, pre-made square pizzas once. Second shortest job I ever had, at three hours. Turns out they expect you to not smoke while pretending to be a halfwit with a sign.
Your mental imbalance seems much more pleasant than mine.