I need to be more generous. I need to stop mocking people who have addictions and psychological problems even when they start shit with me. They are sick after all and the joy you get in mocking them is not worth it. It is like stealing an ice cream cone from a retard.
This is very hard for me because I love to mix it up. But it really gets to be a situation of diminishing returns.
When I used to bounce around the bar scene I was often the biggest guy in the bar. Some little shrimp would always want to come over and start something. I had to learn how to defuse the situation without getting in a meaningless beef where people wanted to throw down. Who knows if the guy had a gat or a blade in his back pocket. Because even the smallest opponent can hurt you badly. It is just not worth it.
Let the drunk wallow in their cups and move on to another joint.
I don't know if that is generous or not but it is a smart thing to do.
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It is smart to do. Truth is there is not that much funny anymore about ol dirty EBL and LSL. I suspect it will turn out badly for them both. The signs are all there for that.
Plus they hate being ignored.
I learn more every day ignoring people is very effective. Just like silence is when interviewing a reluctant witness. People get uncomfortable w/ silence. Being an introvert, it is my default position. You want to get many people, particularly reluctant people to open up, ask a couple general questions and then just be silent and smiling. Of course, the nuns always told me I have the face of a priest. I thought it was just a recruiting tool, but my career says otherwise. I've gotten thousands of confessions, the penance was sometimes much worse than a few Lord's Prayers and Hail Mary's.
Yeah, I may be the tallest midget in the bar, but my Buntline special will even things up.
What do you mean "compensating"? You big lug. Step outside and say that!
So...Sixty is the inches tall you are?
As if!
Who knew this was Sixty?
Troop, you might also make a resolution to only drink good wine. And really enjoy it.
Evi, Lol!
Ignoring them is the best thing in my opinion so I agree with you.
I never go over there except when someone sends me an email or a link about something that refers to me or one of our merry band of pranksters.
I want to eliminate it from my diet all together in the new year.
I think it is healthier.
God made man, Mr. Colt made them equal.
I was working in my shop Saturday and all at once half the outlets in the building stopped working. I did the best debugging that I could but it seemed that the problem was either a breaker in the subpanel or the breaker in the main panel back at the house. In either case, I wasn't going to mess with it.
Called my electrician and he was able to stop by this afternoon to sort it out. It seems that one of the wires we buried back when we rewired this place has failed somewhere between the house and the shop.
That was odd, but at this time I am not inclined to dig it up or trench for another line.
So, we decided to eliminate one of the 120 legs on the shop panel, making it impossible to have 220 out there (or 221, whatever it takes) and he jumpered the good leg over to the bad leg, thereby restoring power to the whole shop.
What are you going to do, am I right? I'll keep using this setup until it fails, the rewire the whole thing.
It's the fun that never stops.
What Priests & PI's Know
The greatest strength comes from not letting on
That there's anything wrong at all;
But it feels so much better to spill the beans
That it's almost worth the fall.
Breaker! Breaker!
That's all I got. :^/
By got I mean understood.
It seems that one of the wires we buried back when we rewired this place has failed somewhere between the house and the shop.
Conduit?? or just buried bare wire.
If the latter, just dig a new trench and use conduit this time.
The wire was sold as being okay for being buried without conduit, I insisted on the use of conduit near a tree that was alive and growing at the time the cables were buried, but one of them failed.
I talked to the electrician about retrenching, that is something I'll consider, but what I remember was what a bear it was running that walk-behind ditch witch. I rented it for a weekend, and in addition to the 50-75 feet of trench required to wire the shop, I also cut another 250 feet of trenching across the back of the yard for bamboo barrier.
Two days of having that machine kick my butt was enough for a lifetime.
But I can run a shovel like an Irishman, so I might resort to that in my spare time.
Oh, I crack myself up...
But if I do, that sucker is going to be in PVC conduit the whole way, that's for sure.
I'm going to miss the dogs pictures so and so does not want us to see.
I want to eliminate it from my diet all together in the new year.
Yep. Perfectly stated. It's why I haven't even bothered to check out the ignorant racists deranged rantings for a couple of weeks, and it's why I haven't bothered with Limps Litterbox for a week or so.
I hate to miss the good posts by Mr. Haz and The Chicken, but there are people there that are just too toxic to stand.
How do you run your shop, Sixty, without 220? My fancy italian 16 ton resaw bandsaw and my lathe both demand to drink from the 220 hose.
A shortcut to trenching is to go to the 7-11 down the road and call 9-1-1 and report seeing someone burying a body in your backyard. The police will dig it up for you.
I built my lathe to run on a 1 horse 120V motor.
My bandsaw is a 30 year old Hitachi - the original motor had a spur gear on the tiny 120V motor - great design, but ultimately the gear failed and replacement parts are not available.
So I replaced that motor with a huge 1 horse 120V motor - which I was planning to convert to 220. But I was busy, never made the change, and today, when it came down to having unused 220 in the shop or not having power in half the outlets, I decided that 120 will have to do until the police dig the place up.
Who am I kidding, those idiots would wreck the place. I can do much better shovel work than they can.
I've gotten thousands of confessions, the penance was sometimes much worse than a few Lord's Prayers and Hail Mary's.
Sounds like something Bogey would say right before plugging a gunsel.
Actually, I'd make a slight suggestion: Don't ignore them. If you "ignore" something that's saying "I'm NOT going to look over there."
It can become a thing, if you get my meaning.
Instead, just focus on your own goals. Then the other stuff just fades away.
@ Sixty.
Electrolysis. It eats up electrical wire in our area and maybe yours. Conduit. Dumbplumber [my ever lovin' husband] always wants to see the wire in conduit to prevent not only electrolysis but also gnawing from rodents. Plus sometimes easier to replace wire if the conduit run is short.
We just scored a belt driven band saw and some other old belt driven saws. I know nothing about these types of things, but he was very excited.Very old stuff. It was in an old barn that we are going to rent and turn into a car resto-rod repair shop. The owners said keep what you want! It isn't likely functional...IMO....but what do I know? The guys were all.... oooh and aaah over the stuff. Happy Happy.
Classic Althouse move:
She insults the parents of longtime commenter Michelle Dulak Thomson: link
After all the shit that twat has pulled anyone who stays there to get insulted deserves what they get.
Sometimes people like to be called "losers" and "Sploog stooges."
You guys need to watch the rerun of the "Real Housewives of Beverly Hills."
It was exactly like a long comment section at TOP.
With the role of Inga being played by Brandi Granville.
Ugh that woman...
Anyway, my absence was initially due to severe depression, but then I totally blew out my knee the day after Christmas, falling down an icy concrete step. I need surgery apparently, not sure what to do. As if things couldn't get any worse.
If you're the praying sort, pray for me. I'm starting to feel like Job.
Someone send champagne for New Year's eve.
Let's hope 2013, my annus horribilis, is soon forgotten, and that a better and healthier year is in store for all of us, especially to you and me, Jim.
After all the shit that twat has pulled anyone who stays there to get insulted deserves what they get.
Sometimes people like to be called "losers" and "Sploog stooges."
What a strange conservation too. Funny getting lectured about boring travel by someone on who posts multiple shots of the Mississippi River from the Interstate every time she crosses it. Meh. And to miss all those dog posts. Oh well.
And Palladian, sorry about your fall. Get well soon.
What does this remind you of?
"Why evangelize...?" asks the woman who will not shut up about feminism, how awful (straight) men are, and the need for universal acceptance of her political and social beliefs.
I stop in to read the nonsense she posts just to remind my self why I stopped commenting in that cauldron of crap.
Good grief Evan. I'll pray, for sure. Sooner or later that grey cloud over you head will attach itself to someone else.
You will be in my prayers too, Evan.
Wow, Michelle Dulak Thompson with a wonderful reply to that nonsense. Class.
The anti-travel stuff is really weird.
Drunks do not like to wander too far from the bar.
But now that we have a Darcy sighting, where is MamaM? Is it so cold up there that the electrons are freezing?
Hehe. Good call, Sixty.
It's pretty cold. But we are hardy Michigan chicks.
I always liked MDK's comments back in the day, but at this point anyone who plays in that sandbox ought to know better than to expect to be treated w/ respect.
But do remember to use her portal, to worship the goddess properly.
Er, MDT.
At the risk of being immodest, I HAMMERED that bitch on the anti-travel meme actually being insecure to admit a fear of flying. I helped radicalize her on this subject and actually take joy in her mad rants ala Inga. She started out somewhat la di da about travelling and now she's Howard Beale and Joe Pyne on the topic. A boxer sees a cut on an opponent and keeps all focus on opening it up until it gushes. It's still gushing and I haven't hit that cut in a year. Shakesperean tragedy.
Fear and envy.
Fear is the ugly cousin of hate, and of course envy is one of the 7 Deadly Sins. Buon anno, Darcy.
The fear of flying thing is funny, but she is not worth the drama. What they fear more than anything is being ignored. Still, kudos to you ndspinelli for stirring the pot last year.
Buon anno, Nick!
And Happy New Year to you all.
Yes, Happy New Year to all of the TY gang.
The key to 2014 is be happy.
Being miserable is often a choice. So is being happy.
We can go down the list of individuals who are miserable and we could point out how they create that own crappy reality for themselves. Don't follow their example.
Happy New Year to all. And, my bday present to myself was taking one more jab @ the wound on the open café thread. It's the lead off comment, and then I opened my Panini press from my wife. Going out to dinner w/ friends. We'll be riding in a 2011 top of the line Mercedes that he and I repoed from a swindler last winter. Our client gave him a great deal on it. A few Negroni's @ a restaurant called Sardine, a few bottle of wine, and a few courses of good food w/ friends. just like 9/13/13 @ Marco Polo, but the food won't be nearly as good.
Happy birthday as well, Nick. Mine is Sunday.
Sounds like a really nice evening planned. :)
Happy New Year, everyone.
Jim and Lisa, thanks for hosting this fine establishment.
Everyone else, thanks for being yourselves and for sharing your happiness, sadness, successes, failures, ups, downs, travels, chainsawing and tree trimming stories, private investigation stories, running and athletic accomplishments, handiness with tools, arts projects, voice imitations, favorite music, bad jokes, recipes, food porn, more bad jokes, poetry, nice thoughts, comforting remarks, and comments for the good of the neighborhood.
Best wishes for 2014!
Thanks Michael.
And thank you Darcy for flashing your tweets.
Happy New Year!
I think Mr. Haz summed up the year in one comment - good job and back at you, you crazy biker dude. Happy trails to you all.
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