How are the clarinet lessons going these days?

I spent several months last year actively looking for a therapist. I’m not talking a single casual Google search and done. I’m talking months of calling, emailing, physically driving to. The only therapists I could find who were taking on new patients and would accept my insurance were magic Jesus Crystal types whose “therapy” was little more than thinly veiled proselytizing.

Given how it seems people need to go through several therapists to find the right one, I gave up after failing to secure the first.

I almost fell for that whole better help scam but fortunately it was exposed for the personal data mining nonsense that it is before I signed up.

I learned of my father’s death weeks after the fact. My involuntary reaction was an emotionless, “huh.” I think I was forty eight years old at the time.

I hadn’t spoken to him for over thirty years, and had suffered decades of nightmares that he’d found me.

After learning he had passed, the nightmares finally ended, but the lifelong fight or flight tendency to keep to myself and never rock any boat remains.

My sister has said that she’s jealous of my daughter because we have a pretty close father/daughter bond - something my sister never knew and never will.

In my fifties now, I generally avoid human interaction as much as is physically possible. While I could cite other reasons as to why I’m this way, I can confidently point a rigididly extended index finger at dear old dad as the foundation of it all.

My parenting duties complete, I mostly just exist waiting for the sweet sweet embrace of death when I’ll no longer have to go make money for the man or pretend that I enjoy the saccharin sweet small talk of co-workers who don’t give two shits about me or anybody else, but professional decorum for the win, right?

I don’t even look forward to weekends because those are just two day stints of solitude doing chores so I’m ready to go make more money for the man on Monday.

This one is a true story:

I was in Dallas Love Field with my daughter several years ago.

I said, “You know, this is where John Kennedy landed only a few hours before he was killed. Show some respect and try not to make an ass…assin of yourself.”

Roughly fifteen years later her eyes still haven’t come back from rolling into the back of her head

I’m still proud of myself for coming up with that little airport joke on the fly

I know it’s hard to imagine since you’ve pretty much got to pay to exist anywhere today, but malls were a place to just exist. I spent hours and hours wandering around the mall in the eighties without any money.

Expanding on the thought, it was perfectly ok to be, get this, a TEENAGER existing without any money in a mall!

They’re being pedantic about how the original question was worded in a gotcha attempt. Not worthy of a response.

Tailgating. It’s gonna kill you eventually so let’s streamline the process.

Also fuck you, especially when I’m in a god damned exit lane.

My parents have long since passed on, so it’s not even possible. I may end up living with my daughter later down the line. I’m SO single and solitary (by choice) that I’m concerned about going all dementia/stroke/heart attack later on with nobody to tend to me, so I’ll likely lean on her when I’m in my mid to late sixties or so.

She’s getting everything I own, and I should have reasonable retirement funds, so it’s not like I’m going to rely on her financially.

My big mistake was fucking up on getting myself long term care, which I no longer can do unless I get a new job. My employer and I mutually fucked that up when I started at my current job.

Fun quotes from my daughter, around age ten or eleven: “You’re going to be the cranky old man that we grudgingly take on vacation with us.” and “You can always live in my basement.”

And yes, we have discussed this topic. I’m not unilaterally just saying this on the Internet.

Off the top of my head:

Casablanca

Citizen Kane

It’s a Wonderful Life

The Wizard of Oz

Ben Hur

Cleopatra

Giant

Rebel Without a Cause

American Graffiti

The Graduate

Psycho

North by Northwest

Scientists discover THIS many shots of vodka will inebriate you

About these Lemmy poster bones.

Do you make stock with them?

Do you use the stock to finish a nice shit poster paella?

What’s for dessert?

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I still have no clue how instances work but whatever I’m doing has been working fine for nearly a year

Wee bit of a labor shortage perhaps?

I’ve been rewatching quantum leap lately and it has me wondering what would happen if Sam failed to save the day. His missions were time sensitive, so once a given event would have passed without Sam fixing it, would he have been stuck in that place and time forever?

If so, would his lifespan be his age/body or that of the person he leaped into?

I keep thinking back to this. I believe persimmons are in season in the fall, so if you don’t find them now, go back in a few months and you should have better luck.

Funny you mentioned that. I was out with my daughter a couple days ago and she got a flat that had to be replaced. She was legitimately worried that Toyota would void her warranty for not buying a tire from the dealership. Nevermind that we were out in rural nothingness with no Toyota dealership to be found.

I get them in Texas from the Korean market. I don’t know that they’re available year round though.

I’d be surprised if you couldn’t find any via Asian markets in the Pacific Northwest.

I don’t know if I could handle one today but God they were good when I was younger