I hope you can rest up in the Ark now and feel better when morning gilds the skies. (The notion of the darkness of Night descending on Arkland has put me in poetic mood.)
Mr Nen's going away in the morning so I'm in sole charge of the TV remote for a couple of days.
Yes, better today, thanks, and (still in poetic mood), I wander'd lonely as a Cloud to the car, jump-leads in hand.
I thought I would just try to start the car in the normal way, in the vague hope that the battery might have miraculously mended itself during the Black-backed Night.
It had. The engine fired up immediately, and so much praise was duly offered to my over-worked Guardian Angel...
Curses, however, are now being hurled at BT for yet another outage - no landline or broadband (I'm using Vodafone, and have my new and virtually unused Smart phone to hand).
I hope you can rest up in the Ark now and feel better when morning gilds the skies. (The notion of the darkness of Night descending on Arkland has put me in poetic mood.)
Mr Nen's going away in the morning so I'm in sole charge of the TV remote for a couple of days.
Yes, better today, thanks, and (still in poetic mood), I wander'd lonely as a Cloud to the car, jump-leads in hand.
I thought I would just try to start the car in the normal way, in the vague hope that the battery might have miraculously mended itself during the Black-backed Night.
It had. The engine fired up immediately, and so much praise was duly offered to my over-worked Guardian Angel...
Curses, however, are now being hurled at BT for yet another outage - no landline or broadband (I'm using Vodafone, and have my new and virtually unused Smart phone to hand).
I misquoted Tennyson earlier, and should have written the * black bat, Night*.
My Dear Old Mum used to sing "Come into the garden, Maud" and I always want to break into song when I see the title of the Gardening thread here in Heaven.
I'll get out of here as I don't have anything particular to curse - unless it's my own powers of procrastination. I'm supposed to be working on an assignment this morning and am finding a myriad of other essential jobs to do, such as fiddling about on the Ship, and vacuuming the lampshades.
I'm afraid I could warble *Come into the garden, Maud* in my now rather wobbly baritone, but I will spare you the experience. Vacuuming the lampshades is probably a better option.
I used to sing in a church choir which gave occasional concerts, often featuring Victorian/Edwardian ballads, or WWI songs, which is how I seem to remember so many of them.
My Cursed Landline has spongetaneously restored itself to a semblance of health, but is still behaving erratically. I am presently using BT Broadband - though I've just been told that it's interrupted yet again - as even Vodafone is playing up.
My dad was given the unfortunate nickname 'Batty' by his schoolfriends because of that poem/song. His surname was Knight and I suppose the 'black bat night' was too good an opportunity to miss. There are many families with the name Knight in his home part of Worcestershire so the joke may have been an old one.
I'm nt sure who. But back in the week of the 9thI ordered four plates from ebay, and never saw them, nor an email saying the post had them. No red card, either. After a bit looked up and found a notice about a postal strike. So left it a bit. checked last Friday and found a tracking number not visible before. Apparently a delivery had been attempted on the 9th, and on the 10th it was in the main delivery office. Initiated enquiry with Vivaldi, and the nice man I spoke to booked a delivery for today, which has been a wasted day with no delivery. Tidying up in the hall, found a red card from the ninth buried in spam. Apparently it had been taken to the nearby hub. Went there. If it had been there, it was now packed into a sack to go back to the delivery office tomorrow.
We shall see, but I will phone very early and see if I can find my way through the menu to a person again.
TICT the lowest, hottest part of H the ******* ****** of a bus driver who ignored my waving at one stop, and then ignored the kind lady who tried to get him to wait when she saw me running towards the next one.
May his fuel tank fill up with sand, and may his gentleman vegetables shrivel.
I did g3t my plates and they are in excellent condition. And I got a further oval platter, ditto. I'm wondering if the seller had bought up end of range stock - never been used.I know people used to do that sort of thing back in the days of newspaper ads as I made up missing bits of my Bayko sets from that sort of source.
TICTH practicality. I've just had an annoying conversation with a fellow believer who mentioned a relationship/character/psych issue affecting both of us. After a certain amount of discussion, I said something along the lines of "it's a thing to take up with God the next time you're talking with him, we could ask him etc etc etc" and got told, "I know, but I'm more practical than you are, we need a REAL solution." Or some such.
How the fuck do you think I survived to this age, given the circumstances of my life? If asking for God's help isn't a "real solution" (or a step toward one), well, then, I guess I got here against all probability by depending on something that isn't real or worth anything. And I resent the implication that I spend all my days sniffing the flowers and dancing with faeries.
TICTH practicality. I've just had an annoying conversation with a fellow believer who mentioned a relationship/character/psych issue affecting both of us. After a certain amount of discussion, I said something along the lines of "it's a thing to take up with God the next time you're talking with him, we could ask him etc etc etc" and got told, "I know, but I'm more practical than you are, we need a REAL solution." Or some such.
How the fuck do you think I survived to this age, given the circumstances of my life? If asking for God's help isn't a "real solution" (or a step toward one), well, then, I guess I got here against all probability by depending on something that isn't real or worth anything. And I resent the implication that I spend all my days sniffing the flowers and dancing with faeries.
To be fair, I might say a similar thing. I've not found "taking it to God" to be in the slightest bit useful in my life.
There is another side to this - his experience, as real as yours. He expressed it badly, in a way that put down your experience, but it's a valid viewpoint.
But the ultimate might be “Well aren’t you precious!” (“Well aren’t you sweet!” is a possible variation.)
Autistic people must struggle like hell in the American south.
That struggle—which I acknowledge can be quite real—is, I suspect, no more hellish than in any culture where idioms, figures of speech, sarcasm, facetiousness and the like form a regular part of everyday conversation.
True. An autistic friend of mine is constantly upset by FatherInCharge's frequent clumsy, but well-meant, attempts at humour. I have tried to explain to FInC that it simply doesn't work with this particular person, but without much success.
I would (reluctantly) condemn FInC to Hell, were it not for the fact that he is a caring and prayerful man in many ways - just a bit clueless when it comes to neurodiversity!
But the ultimate might be “Well aren’t you precious!” (“Well aren’t you sweet!” is a possible variation.)
Autistic people must struggle like hell in the American south.
That struggle—which I acknowledge can be quite real—is, I suspect, no more hellish than in any culture where idioms, figures of speech, sarcasm, facetiousness and the like form a regular part of everyday conversation.
Perhaps - we notice the things that aren't more normal in our own milieux. How would someone then respond having said one of those things, if the person they said it to took it literally (thanking them, carrying on what they were doing, etc.)?
But the ultimate might be “Well aren’t you precious!” (“Well aren’t you sweet!” is a possible variation.)
Autistic people must struggle like hell in the American south.
That struggle—which I acknowledge can be quite real—is, I suspect, no more hellish than in any culture where idioms, figures of speech, sarcasm, facetiousness and the like form a regular part of everyday conversation.
Perhaps - we notice the things that aren't more normal in our own milieux. How would someone then respond having said one of those things, if the person they said it to took it literally (thanking them, carrying on what they were doing, etc.)?
Move on, I’d guess. After all, these insults or comebacks are usually intended as conversation-enders with a veneer of politeness of the butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth variety.
Half in the last century. I needed to get a copy of our marriage license, somehow it got lost in the move. No doubt it will turn up as soon as the copy arrives. I went online and found the form to fill out with the request, note next said when we are ready to send copy you will receive an e-mail with instructions. I received said E-mail which took me to a pay website. I paid with my credit card. Next, I receive an E-mail copy of a receipt and I was instructed to print it out on my printer. For my records I presumed. No, next I am told to put it in an envelope with a stamp and mail the receipt to the record office. What? Why could I not just forward the receipt to them via E-mail.? Why could the paysite not notify them it had been paid? The one good thing about them working from the last century is when I phoned at the start with a question a real live human answered the phone. No auto answer, No press1 or 2. A person who was pleasant and fixed the problem in less than 10 minutes. Not really a rant here, just questions. This is not a small county seat, but a large metropolitan city.
TICTH practicality. I've just had an annoying conversation with a fellow believer who mentioned a relationship/character/psych issue affecting both of us. After a certain amount of discussion, I said something along the lines of "it's a thing to take up with God the next time you're talking with him, we could ask him etc etc etc" and got told, "I know, but I'm more practical than you are, we need a REAL solution." Or some such.
How the fuck do you think I survived to this age, given the circumstances of my life? If asking for God's help isn't a "real solution" (or a step toward one), well, then, I guess I got here against all probability by depending on something that isn't real or worth anything. And I resent the implication that I spend all my days sniffing the flowers and dancing with faeries.
To be fair, I might say a similar thing. I've not found "taking it to God" to be in the slightest bit useful in my life.
There is another side to this - his experience, as real as yours. He expressed it badly, in a way that put down your experience, but it's a valid viewpoint.
To take it a bit further, this is a person I know very very well, who has been on the receiving end of a miracle (he admits it) and is used to um, communications of a supernatural nature (what some people would call woo woo). But in moments of stress, well...
Wow I take back my rant. The marriage Dept of the city where I am trying to get a copy of my marriage license just called me on the phone to let me know they had sent it by certified mail, and they have been tracking it and it should arrive in here in two days. I guess I really like their old way of doing business after all.
An email provider which keeps copies of deleted emails on its server for 30 days before deleting them completely, but during that 30 days they cannot be accessed at all. Not even, I was told, by the police, should they want to.
An email provider which keeps copies of deleted emails on its server for 30 days before deleting them completely, but during that 30 days they cannot be accessed at all. Not even, I was told, by the police, should they want to.
TICTH my cell phone company (credo) because I called them to change my mom's phone number, and instead they changed MINE and can't give me my old number back. My mom uses her cell phone when she visits her friend 50 miles north of here about once a month. This is my main phone and has been for over 20 years. Thankfully I have a password minder so I know all of the websites I log into. 270 of them. So I've been going to them all to see if I need to change my phone. And that's just websites; I still have to go through my phone contacts and call all my providers. GAH!
TICTH British Telecom, as my landline and broadband have Failed yet again...Vodafone and Samsung to the rescue, however!
I haven't yet bothered to report the fault to BT. For one thing, it takes ages to do so, and for another thing, the fault (which occurs quite a lot these days) tends to repair itself after a while. I live in hope.
Even so, it's inconvenient, and I'm still paying for the downtime, so to speak. TBF, when my old Hub failed recently, and I was offline BT-wise for about a week, they did deduct a fair amount of £££ from the next bill.
Ordering products over the phone or internet can be extremely frustrating. Amazon is okay, but today I had massive problems with two businesses that had mailed me catalogs.
In both catalogs I had found items I wanted to order and I thought the internet would save trouble. HAH
The websites showed catalogs of their products, arranged by category. I couldn't find what I wanted; I don't know what category they fell into, but I looked everywhere. This took huge amounts of time.
If they had offered a "search" option it would have saved me huge amounts of time. I finally decided to do mail order. I should have done that to begin with.
My BT landline and broadband did miraculously restore themselves shortly after I posted, but then failed again some hours later.
They have (after much Prayer) restored themselves again, but I doubt if it'll last long - though I expect it'll be OK until Friday, as the bill is due on Thursday...
As to shopping online, ASDA George is a right bu**er to negotiate, so I sympathise with @Moo. Alas, the local ASDA is a bit hard for me to negotiate, otherwise I'd do my clothes shopping IRL, as it were...
Heating is restored to the Feet abode. Sort of jury-rigged until the electrician's back with flex to replace that which has been Nibbled By Rodent Or Rodents Unknown.
We have just been dumped with a THUD out of the permit process for replacing our back fence, the one that separates our backyard from a busy highway. And at present it's looking like they won't allow us to replace it--some guy crashed his car through it in March. It's still lying around in splinters on the ground, lo these many months later.
The problem lies in the fact that the fence (and half our yard) is techncally in the right-of-way for the highway--which I understand to mean that, in the highly unlikely event that anybody would ever decide to expand the highway right at our address, they could just take the land and wouldn't have to pay us for it. Okay, fine. (It's highly unlikely because we live at the very top of a river bluff which drops steeply in stages to the actual river about 1/4 mile off horizontally. This kind of geography means that putting in new houses and neighborhoods is ... difficult, not to mention the fact that a major railway artery also crosses this area and makes a helluva lot of noise at night. So expansion of the highway is not looking likely, and it's been 100 years so far.)
That said... Five of our nearest neighbors are in the exact same boat and have all got fences in the same position in that right-of-way, and TWO of them (to our right and left) have either erected them as new fences (two years ago) or replaced them altogether due to being in the very same accident our fence was in (this summer!). Apparently they had no permit problems at all.
We are being bounced from city to county and back again, made to do an unearthly amount of paperwork with supporting docs, and have just been told that we may not replace the fence--or (grudgingly) we may replace 50% of it (yeah, that'll look sensible, what the fuck dude?).
What's the difference between us and our neighbors?
One thing rather leaps to the eye, and it has to do with my family's skin color, if you follow me.
@Lamb Chopped Indeed very strange that neighbors can on the same line as you. The 50 percent part is just plain silly. I have to wonder if your neighbors even applied for a permit and simply put up their own fences. So sorry what a headache. No doubt you have more important things to do with your time than dealing with this.
(grimly) one that relies on permit fees to fund the majority of its functioning. My city is notorious for charging unreasonably high permit fees on freaking everything, compared to the cities around us. (Which makes it all the more odd that they don't just leap at the chance to screw me out of a large chunk of change.)
Couldn't tell you without trying. I CAN tell you that Kirkwood has an ongoing problem with racism, and in the past it has affected our dealings with the building dept., and we had thought things were better--but now are wondering. And regardless of the racism issue, there's a large number of people who will carry a grudge forever after if we offend their sensibilities now (say, by getting this absurd situation on the nightly news). And it's so damned easy to make life miserable for a family that lives in your town and has to do upkeep on a very old house.
Just noticed that I cross-posted with @Lamb Chopped - my remark was meant to reflect what @Firenze said about The Mysterious Mystery Of The Spontaneously Appearing Hedge.
Seriously, though, it's clearly a very upsetting situation, and one can only hope that TPTB see sense, and quickly.
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Yes, better today, thanks, and (still in poetic mood), I wander'd lonely as a Cloud to the car, jump-leads in hand.
I thought I would just try to start the car in the normal way, in the vague hope that the battery might have miraculously mended itself during the Black-backed Night.
It had. The engine fired up immediately, and so much praise was duly offered to my over-worked Guardian Angel...
Curses, however, are now being hurled at BT for yet another outage - no landline or broadband (I'm using Vodafone, and have my new and virtually unused Smart phone to hand).
The Lord giveth … and the Lord taketh away 😉!
I misquoted Tennyson earlier, and should have written the * black bat, Night*.
Hey-ho. Peotry was never my favourite subject at Skool...
I'll get out of here as I don't have anything particular to curse - unless it's my own powers of procrastination. I'm supposed to be working on an assignment this morning and am finding a myriad of other essential jobs to do, such as fiddling about on the Ship, and vacuuming the lampshades.
I used to sing in a church choir which gave occasional concerts, often featuring Victorian/Edwardian ballads, or WWI songs, which is how I seem to remember so many of them.
My Cursed Landline has spongetaneously restored itself to a semblance of health, but is still behaving erratically. I am presently using BT Broadband - though I've just been told that it's interrupted yet again - as even Vodafone is playing up.
I blame the government. Or possibly Putin.
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the rose is blown.
I've now got an earworm if John McCormack singing Come into the garden, Maud
We shall see, but I will phone very early and see if I can find my way through the menu to a person again.
So the message should have been in a minor key.
May his fuel tank fill up with sand, and may his gentleman vegetables shrivel.
How the fuck do you think I survived to this age, given the circumstances of my life? If asking for God's help isn't a "real solution" (or a step toward one), well, then, I guess I got here against all probability by depending on something that isn't real or worth anything. And I resent the implication that I spend all my days sniffing the flowers and dancing with faeries.
- “Oh, are you still here?”
- “Well, thank you for sharing that.”
- “Some mothers’ children!”
But the ultimate might be “Well aren’t you precious!” (“Well aren’t you sweet!” is a possible variation.)To be fair, I might say a similar thing. I've not found "taking it to God" to be in the slightest bit useful in my life.
There is another side to this - his experience, as real as yours. He expressed it badly, in a way that put down your experience, but it's a valid viewpoint.
Autistic people must struggle like hell in the American south.
I would (reluctantly) condemn FInC to Hell, were it not for the fact that he is a caring and prayerful man in many ways - just a bit clueless when it comes to neurodiversity!
Perhaps - we notice the things that aren't more normal in our own milieux. How would someone then respond having said one of those things, if the person they said it to took it literally (thanking them, carrying on what they were doing, etc.)?
To take it a bit further, this is a person I know very very well, who has been on the receiving end of a miracle (he admits it) and is used to um, communications of a supernatural nature (what some people would call woo woo). But in moments of stress, well...
Sounds like a GDPR breach to me.
TICTH British Telecom, as my landline and broadband have Failed yet again...Vodafone and Samsung to the rescue, however!
I haven't yet bothered to report the fault to BT. For one thing, it takes ages to do so, and for another thing, the fault (which occurs quite a lot these days) tends to repair itself after a while. I live in hope.
Even so, it's inconvenient, and I'm still paying for the downtime, so to speak. TBF, when my old Hub failed recently, and I was offline BT-wise for about a week, they did deduct a fair amount of £££ from the next bill.
In both catalogs I had found items I wanted to order and I thought the internet would save trouble. HAH
The websites showed catalogs of their products, arranged by category. I couldn't find what I wanted; I don't know what category they fell into, but I looked everywhere. This took huge amounts of time.
If they had offered a "search" option it would have saved me huge amounts of time. I finally decided to do mail order. I should have done that to begin with.
They have (after much Prayer) restored themselves again, but I doubt if it'll last long - though I expect it'll be OK until Friday, as the bill is due on Thursday...
As to shopping online, ASDA George is a right bu**er to negotiate, so I sympathise with @Moo. Alas, the local ASDA is a bit hard for me to negotiate, otherwise I'd do my clothes shopping IRL, as it were...
It will be surface mounted so such Nibblage will be more easily detected.
The problem lies in the fact that the fence (and half our yard) is techncally in the right-of-way for the highway--which I understand to mean that, in the highly unlikely event that anybody would ever decide to expand the highway right at our address, they could just take the land and wouldn't have to pay us for it. Okay, fine. (It's highly unlikely because we live at the very top of a river bluff which drops steeply in stages to the actual river about 1/4 mile off horizontally. This kind of geography means that putting in new houses and neighborhoods is ... difficult, not to mention the fact that a major railway artery also crosses this area and makes a helluva lot of noise at night. So expansion of the highway is not looking likely, and it's been 100 years so far.)
That said... Five of our nearest neighbors are in the exact same boat and have all got fences in the same position in that right-of-way, and TWO of them (to our right and left) have either erected them as new fences (two years ago) or replaced them altogether due to being in the very same accident our fence was in (this summer!). Apparently they had no permit problems at all.
We are being bounced from city to county and back again, made to do an unearthly amount of paperwork with supporting docs, and have just been told that we may not replace the fence--or (grudgingly) we may replace 50% of it (yeah, that'll look sensible, what the fuck dude?).
What's the difference between us and our neighbors?
One thing rather leaps to the eye, and it has to do with my family's skin color, if you follow me.
Grrrrrrr.
"The property at [next door address] did not obtain a fence permit."
Okay, guess that makes everything all better, then. Because i'm darn sure they're not going to make them take it down.
Let's punish the law abider!
Just noticed that I cross-posted with @Lamb Chopped - my remark was meant to reflect what @Firenze said about The Mysterious Mystery Of The Spontaneously Appearing Hedge.
Seriously, though, it's clearly a very upsetting situation, and one can only hope that TPTB see sense, and quickly.