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The Random, Meaningless Announcements Thread 3!

Viker

Your beloved eccentric Auntie Cristal
Tonight's movie, 1977's Suspiria. Not the dreadful remake. I'll never watch that thing again.
 

Shadow Wolf

Certified People sTabber & Business Owner
I realized that because my mom didn't raise me to be a decent human being who would just help around the house, I was raised with this idea that going to work entitles one to not have to do house work. So, I feel remarkably unmotivated to help out here being I am the only adult in the house who has to earn income.
 

Shadow Wolf

Certified People sTabber & Business Owner
I have noticed a few things about driving Lyft compared to Uber in Fresno.
Among other reasons, the Uber crowd is more fun like the Lyft crowd was in Bakersfield (including people more appreciating my music).
And some other reasons had me decide to put Lyft on the back burner here like I did Uber in Bakersfield. Like Lyft consistently putting me back where the roads are crap way more often than Uber.
(Yes, I am deliberately "less serving" the poor here. It was ok in Bakersfield, and I did it despite the warnings I got to stay away from certain areas. But ultimately the worst roads in Oildale are still better than the worst roads in Fresno).
 

Shadow Wolf

Certified People sTabber & Business Owner
But, the income thingy isn't the same in Bakersfield. There, through Lyft, I've had top 1% income earners in my car (generally Left leaning at that, one of them very much into SJW stuff) and the bottom 1% as well.
 

Revoltingest

Pragmatic Libertarian
Premium Member
I realized that because my mom didn't raise me to be a decent human being who would just help around the house, I was raised with this idea that going to work entitles one to not have to do house work. So, I feel remarkably unmotivated to help out here being I am the only adult in the house who has to earn income.
You're still in transition....to doing women's work.
 

Shadow Wolf

Certified People sTabber & Business Owner
You're still in transition....to doing women's work.
I do that (plenty of times it's been car work by day, kitchen work by night). It's just I've remembered so much about my repressed childhood and past since I moved back in with my parents and realized even for surgery recovery that was a terrible mistake. Like the reason for me getting irate when they make noise is because I wasn't allowed to make more than the absolutely bare minimum needed to live. Anything louder than that and it was intolerably loud for them to the point they thought it was appropriate to record me and play it back and humiliate me over it (more recently it was me putting dishes away, eliciting a "god, you make a lot of noise" from mom). Being so low ultra low priority to them I'm expected to drop my laundry immediately because it can wait and clean the litter box (which I pointed out, can also wait and doesn't have to be immediately done). And a whole galaxy full of hypocrisies and double standards.
It's too the point I don't care if it comes out now that she was absolutely horrible and terrible with a trans-woman she used to work with, and I came very close to shoving her once when she was yelling and screaming at me at the top of her lungs and told me not to brake a vacuum hose because she can't afford to replace it, being followed anger provoking "I can replace you, I can't replace that."
So, I just get thoughts like not feeling motivated to help around the house, just because I work, they don't, it's how I was raised.
 

Revoltingest

Pragmatic Libertarian
Premium Member
I do that (plenty of times it's been car work by day, kitchen work by night). It's just I've remembered so much about my repressed childhood and past since I moved back in with my parents and realized even for surgery recovery that was a terrible mistake. Like the reason for me getting irate when they make noise is because I wasn't allowed to make more than the absolutely bare minimum needed to live. Anything louder than that and it was intolerably loud for them to the point they thought it was appropriate to record me and play it back and humiliate me over it (more recently it was me putting dishes away, eliciting a "god, you make a lot of noise" from mom). Being so low ultra low priority to them I'm expected to drop my laundry immediately because it can wait and clean the litter box (which I pointed out, can also wait and doesn't have to be immediately done). And a whole galaxy full of hypocrisies and double standards.
It's too the point I don't care if it comes out now that she was absolutely horrible and terrible with a trans-woman she used to work with, and I came very close to shoving her once when she was yelling and screaming at me at the top of her lungs and told me not to brake a vacuum hose because she can't afford to replace it, being followed anger provoking "I can replace you, I can't replace that."
So, I just get thoughts like not feeling motivated to help around the house, just because I work, they don't, it's how I was raised.
Sounds....uh....vexing.
 

Shadow Wolf

Certified People sTabber & Business Owner
Sounds....uh....vexing.
One of the last times my brother and I got to spend time with each other, we found out we are very remarkably similar. Not in all ways, and we are distinctively different, but we found out that our mom (through genes and upbringing) and the depths of our depression (his was exploded a couple months after his 4th birthday when his dad was murdered Christmas morning) shaped us to be disturbingly alike, especially in our general cynicism, pessimism, and especially misanthropy. We both built up our Wall, and it looks like I've become the only one who will call our parents out on something.
I just won't be able to get our sister here and bring up how she has complained about the same things from our parents and said basically the same things. My brother did do that a couple times (I walked into it once). But it wouldn't do any good. Even though I wouldn't if I could. Even if it's true what we're all saying, my sister always denies it to our parents. Even when mom knows she said it, my sister denies it. And I also wouldn't because if I get that pissed I don't need her denial adding to it.
At least I got the distance though this time to be able to get a much needed fresh look at them. They generally put on a good front for the world, but underneath I've finally seen they just aren't good people. But, according to mom, if any one does notice anything that isn't right she is an endless bag of excuses as her core is a bioluminescence gas that puts creatures dwelling in the deepest parts of the ocean to shame.
 

Shadow Wolf

Certified People sTabber & Business Owner
I may or may not...be getting a headache
You should relieve it by mauling the **** out of people in Revoltingest's thread.
But you also do that zen thing and do things that will provoke a temporary headache. Even if it's only temporary and the maulings make you feel better and left with the adoration and appreciation of those left for your selfless service to humanity.
But you'll still bah-humbug over it and go into your basement cave.:p
 

Stevicus

Veteran Member
Staff member
Premium Member
Usually, after a three-day weekend, a lot of people come into work on Tuesday and mistakenly think it's Monday. But today, I kept thinking it was Wednesday.

Tomorrow is Wednesday. Darn.
 

Viker

Your beloved eccentric Auntie Cristal
Usually, after a three-day weekend, a lot of people come into work on Tuesday and mistakenly think it's Monday. But today, I kept thinking it was Wednesday.

Tomorrow is Wednesday. Darn.
You're hungover dude. It is Wednesday.
 

Stevicus

Veteran Member
Staff member
Premium Member
You're obviously not EST.

MST. Actually, it's always MST here, while the rest of the time zone goes on MDT. So, now we're on the same time as PDT.

Time zones are funny. I checked just now, and it's 6:39p in American Samoa, Tuesday. Just a short distance away, in Western Samoa, it's 6:39p on Wednesday, as the international date line cuts right between them.
 

Viker

Your beloved eccentric Auntie Cristal
Okay. I'm a Trekkie. You should see me cosplay as a Klingon woman. There's a reason there are no surviving pics. :D
 

ChristineM

"Be strong", I whispered to my coffee.
Premium Member
Again.
And I discovered there is uneven wear in both sides, though the other side is not as pronounced as the other side.
I'm again considering going fiber-ceramic.

I spoke to my mechanic this morning, he said take the pads out, press the peddle until the pistons touch the disk (check brake fluid is topped up first). Wipe the pistons with break cleaner, smear them with white grease and push them back. Press break again and push back a few times. Fit pads.

Ceramic breaks are spendy but good.
 

Revoltingest

Pragmatic Libertarian
Premium Member
One of the last times my brother and I got to spend time with each other, we found out we are very remarkably similar. Not in all ways, and we are distinctively different, but we found out that our mom (through genes and upbringing) and the depths of our depression (his was exploded a couple months after his 4th birthday when his dad was murdered Christmas morning) shaped us to be disturbingly alike, especially in our general cynicism, pessimism, and especially misanthropy. We both built up our Wall, and it looks like I've become the only one who will call our parents out on something.
I just won't be able to get our sister here and bring up how she has complained about the same things from our parents and said basically the same things. My brother did do that a couple times (I walked into it once). But it wouldn't do any good. Even though I wouldn't if I could. Even if it's true what we're all saying, my sister always denies it to our parents. Even when mom knows she said it, my sister denies it. And I also wouldn't because if I get that pissed I don't need her denial adding to it.
At least I got the distance though this time to be able to get a much needed fresh look at them. They generally put on a good front for the world, but underneath I've finally seen they just aren't good people. But, according to mom, if any one does notice anything that isn't right she is an endless bag of excuses as her core is a bioluminescence gas that puts creatures dwelling in the deepest parts of the ocean to shame.
Families are the worst, eh.
When my father died back in 2012,
there was a chorus of "Good riddance!".
But he continued to reach out from the
grave to cause more mischief & woe.
I plan to not leave a legacy of hatred.
(Except for a select few on RF.)
 
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