yes we are fighting again...
I don't even know what day of the week it is but I think it's thursday. I wonder if Dan put the trash out? No biggie. I think even our recycling bin is low this week. That's tomorrow anyway. How mundane, eh? Do you get your waste material picked up automagically for tax dollars where you live? It's one of the little things people forget when they complain about the cost of taxes. It's really nice having trash and toilet stuff cleaned away so easily, and fresh clear water delivered continuously through buried pipes is also really spiffy. I like the modern world very much. Oh oh, and we also have pipes under the ground that bring natural gas to light my stove and heaters! I have to pay a bit more for that, it's not part of the taxes, but the fee is nothing compared to the cost so I know taxes help pay. Of course I also have wires to deliver electric stuff like phone, internet, and electricity itself, but that is so much more common everywhere I feel less inclined to mention. Wires came first, bringing phones and electricity, at least out in Canada. In Europe the water pipes came first and the trash pickup came second, then the gas, and finally wires arrived. We humans took a shockingly long time to realize how dirt makes us ill.
I'm talking about this nonsense because I lost track of my memory. LOL
So yesterday I biked up to Tom's place, running errands on the way, and dragged his butt out on the bike. We'd got about half way to our destination, a bike shop near my place, after 2 hours (takes me 15 mins) of stop, go, stop, walk, stop, go, stop, sit, go, stop, pump tire, go, stop, walk, sit, go, walk.
I finally called Dan to come get us because the noises had changed from huffing and puffing and groaning to quiet interspersed with weird bird cooings from the Injured Mr. Tom and his poor bike form. Nonetheless we got a lot of good lessons in, showed him how it's done, and inspired him for shorter treks. Unfortunately we did not get the tire to the shop for repairs and I have to do that today with the van. I'm glad Dan was able to collect us because there was no reasonable way to get Tom either home to my place or his anymore. Taxi maybe but they may not wish to haul two bikes, especially my monster of a pink cadillac cruiser bike. the buses are still on strike. So yeah, I was not as gentle as another person would be with Tom, but he's a horrible whinger in the first place and utterly lacks self discipline in the second. He won't do it any other way I think. I was encouraging whenever I could be, but he clearly needs to be handled a bit roughly to buck up his ego and make him fight back. Otherwise he just melts into a rock in the road the moment something gets hard and waits for someone else to resolve it while going all Eeyore, muttering, mumbling, complaining, and threatening to keep being that way if someone doesn't fix it NOW. But when you put his back up a bit he tries harder to prove himself. Tom's Momma let him down big time. Now I gotta teach him to stand and walk on his own emotionally instead. Sheesh. But she was fubar long before he was born from the sounds of things.
Enough about that, I just realize I waste a lot of time talking about other people and their problems.
Well there's a thing to examine. About what should one speak that is not a waste of breath? Talking about my own problems, X Talking about other people X talking about me, X talking about sex, religion, politics, deep science or philosophy X
Okay, now that's the social rules. Now my personal ones: Weather, oh come on, we all have the app and we've all checked it and it's not data, shut up. sports If you don't play, it's BS, shutup. Light science what, are you 12? But hard science is often too hard for me. It's just, when we get into my topics, health, science, biology, space, animals, either it's too hard for me or too hard for you. I also detest hearing the latest unresearched pop sci crap some fear mongering alternate news source has been feeding you to get you to take their silver chelation therapy pills for ONLY a small fortune annually.
In short, there is nothing actually worth talking about that wouldn't be better time spent reading useful information or spent making something out of the useful information you already researched.
We chat because when it's working right, and the smiles are triggering, the body releases a pleasing chemical called Oxytocin (not related to oxycontin). Oxytocin is found in many species and directly relates to most of the drives we follow. When we seek out a mate, or a friend, or appreciate a lovely view, it's all oxytocin hits. Cute puppy? Oxytocin. Romantic crush or successful mating session? Oxytocin again, and lots of it. Other than stopping complaints from the body (hunger, pain, rest) this is the primary mover for most higher order critters. If we could synthesize and bottle it, the guy with the patent would rule the world. For that matter, have they tried? hrm.
Ok, wrote in my blog, get to quit now and jump up to get the latte I forgot and time to figure out this sock knitting!
I'm talking about this nonsense because I lost track of my memory. LOL
So yesterday I biked up to Tom's place, running errands on the way, and dragged his butt out on the bike. We'd got about half way to our destination, a bike shop near my place, after 2 hours (takes me 15 mins) of stop, go, stop, walk, stop, go, stop, sit, go, stop, pump tire, go, stop, walk, sit, go, walk.
I finally called Dan to come get us because the noises had changed from huffing and puffing and groaning to quiet interspersed with weird bird cooings from the Injured Mr. Tom and his poor bike form. Nonetheless we got a lot of good lessons in, showed him how it's done, and inspired him for shorter treks. Unfortunately we did not get the tire to the shop for repairs and I have to do that today with the van. I'm glad Dan was able to collect us because there was no reasonable way to get Tom either home to my place or his anymore. Taxi maybe but they may not wish to haul two bikes, especially my monster of a pink cadillac cruiser bike. the buses are still on strike. So yeah, I was not as gentle as another person would be with Tom, but he's a horrible whinger in the first place and utterly lacks self discipline in the second. He won't do it any other way I think. I was encouraging whenever I could be, but he clearly needs to be handled a bit roughly to buck up his ego and make him fight back. Otherwise he just melts into a rock in the road the moment something gets hard and waits for someone else to resolve it while going all Eeyore, muttering, mumbling, complaining, and threatening to keep being that way if someone doesn't fix it NOW. But when you put his back up a bit he tries harder to prove himself. Tom's Momma let him down big time. Now I gotta teach him to stand and walk on his own emotionally instead. Sheesh. But she was fubar long before he was born from the sounds of things.
Enough about that, I just realize I waste a lot of time talking about other people and their problems.
Well there's a thing to examine. About what should one speak that is not a waste of breath? Talking about my own problems, X Talking about other people X talking about me, X talking about sex, religion, politics, deep science or philosophy X
Okay, now that's the social rules. Now my personal ones: Weather, oh come on, we all have the app and we've all checked it and it's not data, shut up. sports If you don't play, it's BS, shutup. Light science what, are you 12? But hard science is often too hard for me. It's just, when we get into my topics, health, science, biology, space, animals, either it's too hard for me or too hard for you. I also detest hearing the latest unresearched pop sci crap some fear mongering alternate news source has been feeding you to get you to take their silver chelation therapy pills for ONLY a small fortune annually.
In short, there is nothing actually worth talking about that wouldn't be better time spent reading useful information or spent making something out of the useful information you already researched.
We chat because when it's working right, and the smiles are triggering, the body releases a pleasing chemical called Oxytocin (not related to oxycontin). Oxytocin is found in many species and directly relates to most of the drives we follow. When we seek out a mate, or a friend, or appreciate a lovely view, it's all oxytocin hits. Cute puppy? Oxytocin. Romantic crush or successful mating session? Oxytocin again, and lots of it. Other than stopping complaints from the body (hunger, pain, rest) this is the primary mover for most higher order critters. If we could synthesize and bottle it, the guy with the patent would rule the world. For that matter, have they tried? hrm.
Ok, wrote in my blog, get to quit now and jump up to get the latte I forgot and time to figure out this sock knitting!