Congrats! Enjoy your gradual and inexorable slide into the jaws of death!
"It is not I who is mad! It is I who is crazy!" -- Ren Hoek
"what dicking deep shit i produce" -- pillory
Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom from choice
Is what you want
People are shitting themselves to death
Crap so much they fail to take a breath
But even when their kids are starvin'
They thought Trump would throw them Charmin.
Abdul Alhazred wrote: ↑Fri Mar 29, 2019 10:10 pm
As of today.
Plans include a trip to New York later this month, and shooting for a reasonably "intellectual" part time job in the fall.
Grats on escaping the culture of quick questions, dividing and conquering, key learnings, paths forward, and initiatives to give back to the community.
The flash of light you saw in the sky was not a UFO. Swamp gas from a weather balloon was trapped in a thermal pocket and reflected the light from Venus.
Shit happens. The older you get, the more often shit happens. So you have to try not to give a shit even when you do. Because, if you give too many shits, you've created your own shit creek and there's no way out other than swimming through the shit. Oh, and fuck.
"It is not I who is mad! It is I who is crazy!" -- Ren Hoek
"what dicking deep shit i produce" -- pillory
Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom from choice
Is what you want
People are shitting themselves to death
Crap so much they fail to take a breath
But even when their kids are starvin'
They thought Trump would throw them Charmin.
Because you weren't really "working", in the commonly accepted sense, right? You were with the government. So this new state of nature if more definitional than practical. That sum it up? Except that your daily activity (as opposed to "work") will not be performed (if that is even a relevant concept in your world) in the old venue.
Abdul Alhazred wrote: ↑Mon Apr 01, 2019 4:20 pm
Of course a Merchant of Death never really retires, right?
A license to kill never expires.
And i don't care what deli it comes from, I want some good NY chopped liver and tongue on rye with a good mustard! I had one 35 years ago in a NY deli (I don't remember the name or location, I was drunk at the time, but it was within a few blocks of Madison Square Garden) with some great potato salad and a huge half-sour pickle, and I've never had a sandwich as good since!
"It is not I who is mad! It is I who is crazy!" -- Ren Hoek
"what dicking deep shit i produce" -- pillory
Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom from choice
Is what you want
People are shitting themselves to death
Crap so much they fail to take a breath
But even when their kids are starvin'
They thought Trump would throw them Charmin.
Abdul is a Secret Agent Man. You cannot expect a Secret Agent Man to make himself vulnerable like the rest of us.
"It is not I who is mad! It is I who is crazy!" -- Ren Hoek
"what dicking deep shit i produce" -- pillory
Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom from choice
Is what you want
People are shitting themselves to death
Crap so much they fail to take a breath
But even when their kids are starvin'
They thought Trump would throw them Charmin.
Hey, welcome back, it doesn't feel right around here without you.
Now where's my chopped liver and tongue on rye?
"It is not I who is mad! It is I who is crazy!" -- Ren Hoek
"what dicking deep shit i produce" -- pillory
Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom from choice
Is what you want
People are shitting themselves to death
Crap so much they fail to take a breath
But even when their kids are starvin'
They thought Trump would throw them Charmin.
A late word. I just put out resumes. I can not handle being retired anymore. Not even great tv helps. Having to do the cooking, the laundry, the yard, the (too fucking old to be bothering me kids), the vacuuming, the sex ...
...sex that is no longer the dominant sex [only] ed is used to [hourly]. No, it's the submissive sex Put Upon a man that washes the dishes of his wife and scrubs her panties....
So yesterday I hit every contact I had. I'm a year shy of 60 so no sane company would hire me. But I've got over ~hundred recent contacts at 30 different companies and out of 30, 10 may be insane.
I know I'll get some lowballs but I've set a minimum not far from what I was making prior, plus a little;
You made me laugh, Rob: not for one second did I regret leaving the treadmill! (As I wrote elsewhere, from early on my target in life was already to work the least possible.)
As for cooking, I love it. (Nothing fancy, but always tasty.) It leaves your mind completely free to wander where it pleases while keeping the hands busy. Just have to get some of it back when I'm mincing garlic with an extremely sharp knife…