hey look, Emo in livejournal.. yet another drop in the ocean i guess.. ahwell.
"when a hero dies, he becomes a legend, that legend, with time, becomes a myth, then a fable, that fable, is then carved in stone, and when that stone crumbles, it is lost" - Takahn.
We set up the 18' inflatable pool last night, and filled it about halfway. We actually got it on level ground this year, and things were looking really good. My husband went outside this morning to start the hose to fill it the rest of the way, and as he was touching it, he heard a loud pop, and the entire pool shifted to one side. Apparently, one of the interior support straps ripped. So now it's an enormous peice of garbage, and we've wasted 1000 gallons of water; our water bill is going to be through the roof, so we can't afford to fill a new pool, even pretending for a second that we could afford to BUY one in the first place. So after an entire years worth of planning and anticipation, no pool this year.My son's in tears, and I'm seriously, seriously bummed.
Killbert-Robby wrote:How old is it? Warranty doesn't still apply?
No, it's over a year old. On a slightly happier note, we decided that we can probably afford to buy and fill a smaller one, if we tighten our belts in other areas. I think it's worth it - I'd hate to think of all the money wasted on swim lessons at the Y for my son this past winter!
I think I may be getting sick, and that sucks. Last night my throat was all scratchy and my stomach was churny, and when I went to bed I spent the night all shaky, and in this weird half-dream half-awake state...I knew I was laying there in bed, but at the same time Jim and I were in WoW...we were in night elf territory standing by this npc, waiting for it to give me a quest so that I could get well again. I think the quest was gonna be to go open up some sort of big plant and collect the pepto bismol from inside it.
Anyway, this morning I wasn't queasy anymore, but my throat had gone from scratchy to hurting. Now, a couple hours later, it's back to scratchy. I'm gonna try not to talk too much at work today (shouldn't be too hard, I only work 3 hours) and maybe it'll get better! On the plus side though, I'm feeling better otherwise! I think I'm pretty much over my nervous breakdown/depression thing I was going through last week!
That was the WORST run time I've had in several YEARS. It wasn't just slow, it was 3 AND A HALF MINUTES slower than what I normally do. Bullshit, complete and utter bullshit because I know I can go faster. The worst part is I now can't be sure if I'll make it under the 13 minute mark when I take the APFT again next Wednesday.
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Heed these words: I do not draw. Photos if you're lucky.
Killbert-Robby wrote:How old is it? Warranty doesn't still apply?
No, it's over a year old. On a slightly happier note, we decided that we can probably afford to buy and fill a smaller one, if we tighten our belts in other areas. I think it's worth it - I'd hate to think of all the money wasted on swim lessons at the Y for my son this past winter!
Is it at all possible to repair the pool?
I mean, if it's inflatable, you could probably find someone who could cut it open, repair the inside support thing, and patch it back together. You should get it done by someone who knows what they're doing to prevent yet more pool-related disaster, but you should look into that before springing for a new (smaller) pool.
I wanted to state that nothing, not even a long wait, could make me change my mind on a certain matter, so I wrote:
"...nothing, including any amount of waiting, could make me..."
But then I realized that that was logically flawed, because nothing can by definition not include anything. So I was tempted to change it to:
"...nothing, excluding any amount of waiting, could make me..."
But, grammatically, that would have been an exception, which was precisely not what I was trying to say. I think it is not possible, however, that both version are wrong, because anything has to be either included or excluded in any category.
If it helps your brain, i think the idea of set theory would help. it is how mathematics deal with infinity through aleph numbers; think of them as a whole idea and not a number (which would allow you to add or subtract from infinity, or in your case the set for 'nothing'). So you could say nothing (+) or nothing (-) would make some sense. i think that's right...^^;
or you could say... nothing, not even any amount of waiting... etc. which would be more of a literary emphasis as opposed to subtract (exclude) or include (add)…
Nah, it's easy. You just translate 'nothing'. 'Nothing' is one of those obnoxious words whose ass you have to kick in early logic to get rid of silly logical puzzles like 'Nothing Exists'.
Just say 'It's not the case that there is any thing that would change my mind'. You could put in the stuff about a long wait, but that would be redundant.
Of course, it's hardly the sort of thing you say in everyday speech. But the official philosophiocal stance on everyday speech is 'People say weird things. As long as the intent goes across, who cares?'
*camps out in the unhappy thread with an entire six pack of Mt. Dew and her cat*
My Dad promised to give my Mom money for her weekly treck to Houston so she can finish her digree and get me and my brother away from Dad (for many reasons, this is a very long story. Don't ask unless you have a few hours of reading time free). Well, Dad didn't. He didn't even bother to tell her he wouldn't. And it's not, technically, his job to give Mom money anymore, given that he's remarried with a ready-made family-in-a-can sort of thing and unlike Mom, the new girl's got lots of money AND is his boss (hey for job security!!!).
So Mom had to borrow money from me. And I don't have any money (I make 100 a week and most of that winds up going to food) so I had to give her my credit card. Yes, Mom has a job, and yes it technically pays more money than mine. But they cut her hours last week so she's got nothing, and even with the job all she's doing is basically working for gas money and her car insurance.
Please, someone explain to me how this is fair. And while you're at it, please explain how my father can spend 300$ on The Complete Series of TV show X, and then tell me and my brother we can ONLY spend fifty dollars on groceries (he might have divorced Mom, but he made it so that EVEN THOUGH SHE SUPPORTS US MORE, she has to pay HIM child support. So legally we are his freaking responsability still), then tell us how much he loves us and how well he takes care of us, and expect me to still believe him. It's the same damn thing that happened with my sister. He got remarried and he totally forgot about her. Half the time when I accept his offers to go out for dinner, it's because we're out of Raman, macaroni-and-cheese and boxed vermicelli+pasta sauce. (balanced meal? On a 25$ budget--because the brother gets half of that 50$, don't forget, and he is a firm investor in microwavable pizzas--sorry. I think 25$ might buy three or four days worth of actual, healthy food, but I have to buy for two weeks...and get stuff like toilet paper, cat food, shampoo and soap. And then hug Dad on the way out and say Thank you Dad, so that he'll feel appreciated and will do it again the next time we're out of microwavable noodles.) And ohhhh, it gets better people. A couple days ago he ordered pizza, and gosh darn if he didn't forget to make sure he had enough to pay for it before he hung up the phone. Oh, well, he can always borrow money from his kids. I mean, it's not like they need money. And he did. All of it. Oh but he loves us. Loves us so much. And we've never been out of food, and always had a roof over our heads, and never wanted for anything when we're around him. I read somewhere in some magazine (probably at work) that some people in america are (Gasp!) so poor they skip meals so that food will last longer. I was shocked that some people consider that poverty. THat's what I do every day. And Dad's living RIGHT NEXT DOOR buying movies and big screen TVs and god only knows where the rest of his money goes. His children are attempting to streach microwavable noodles through two weeks. And I'm scared that if I talk to him about it, he'll get pissed and he won't even do the fifty bucks thing.
I'm exausted. I'm freaking tired of playing these stupid games with my Father, I'm tired of trying so damn hard to be a professional artist when I can't even afford to register copyrights or order enough stuff to put together a real portfolio or send enough stuff to actually get people to pay attention. I'd be dramatic and say I've got nothing left but I've got enough experiance now to know that yes I do, and I will learn just how much it will streach. I've got no idea how to get out of this mess I'm in, and I don't even know how much of it is because my parents screwed up and how much of it is because I'm too damned apathetic to have crawled out on my own.
...yeah. This is why I don't come around here very often. I start talking to people and wind up unloading on them. I hate doing that.
*shoves it all back in the box and hopes eventually it goes away*
CW
"Remember that the definition of an adventure is someone else having a hell of a hard time a thousand miles away."
--Abbykat, NaNoWriMo participant '04
Coloring tutorial It's a little like coloring boot camp. Without the boots.
However, potential clients still want to see a registered copyright as proof that the image is yours. Everybody I've talked to and everything I've read about selling art to 'em or even just selling prints through a local store says they want to see registered copyright as proof that I didn't just take the image off hte 'net and call it mine.
To keep people from stealing, you don't need it. To actually SELL it, especially prints, apparently you do. They want proof that can be upheld in court, and the simpliest way to settle their feathers is to tell them that you have, or that you will register the copyright. Like everything else in the world, the value gets determined by a little piece of paper that doesn't really mean anything.
It's not THAT expensive ($30 a form plus high quality prints/transparencies for filing purposes) but it's still more than I can afford right now.
CW
"Remember that the definition of an adventure is someone else having a hell of a hard time a thousand miles away."
--Abbykat, NaNoWriMo participant '04
Coloring tutorial It's a little like coloring boot camp. Without the boots.
I had a kid lay down behind my car once, when I was backing up to get in my garage (our drive is like a narrow 2 lane road). He moved to let me in, and then didn't wait for me to be out of the drive before going on with his business (sidewalk chalk). Luckily I looked in my rearview mirror and did a head count, and only saw one, so I stopped before rolling him over.
I’ve yelled at his parents at least twice about letting him run out in front of cars and they didn't seem to be all that concerned. They even joked about it.
I ended up giving him a nickname. 'Deathwish'.
i think 'speedbump' would have been more appropriate... >_<*
my right click mouse button is dead and I'm going crazy.
I have a couple wireless ones sitting around that never worked too well, so I'm going to try using those... but if they do not work do I wait a couple weeks to get a badass one that will last for another 5 years, or pick one up tonight that will last a month and be a waste of money and materials but at least I will have it RIGHT NOW?