Christmas..?
 

How are we all doing here at the OK Korrall?

I'm depressed (how very rare) and dissapoint the world didn't end as I've spent all my money. and NOW I have to cook, clean and wrap unweildy gifts. and my shoulder hurts (fell backwards into the bathtub, breaking the shower curtain rod as I went down).

anyone else want to bitch?

of course I realize these are no problems at all but have a go at it. I feel better already.

Today is Festivus. You are supposed to air grievances.

I, too, am wrapping and need to cook something.

Bah humbug. Until when i see my family, today and christmas day. Other than that: Bah with a triple dose of humbuggery.

Oh fuck. shit. piss. & corruption.

I want to go back to bed. I can hardly wait for the insanity to end. It's bad enough living amidst siege mentality but now the imaginary attackers are redoubling their efforts.

My patience is wearing thin.

I'm not disappoint that the world didn't end because if it DID and this is the afterlife, what a gyp. Although the sun is all sparkly on the snow today and I could look at that for - maybe not eternity but a long time.

What's Festivus? Is there a designated day prior to Christmas where we're allowed to air grievances? That'd be cool. Although in my experience, 'it ain't Christmas 'til somebody cries.'

Maybe we can air grievances all the way from now 'til Jan. 7. I'll start with: everything tastes like metal! It smells good and then, surprise, it tastes like the bicycle bars at the schoolyard! :greenface

Ortho i can't make links from my phone but wiki explains Festivus. I love the history...it was not created just for Seinfeld.

I want to go back to bed too. Feeling the xmas depression a bit. Counting down to see my nieces. Crap i need to wrap and cook look at the damn time!

bicycle bars?

The long horizontal metal bar about four feet high (maybe three feet, this was elementary school) that you slung your bike handlebars over when you arrived at school. Perfect height for hanging by your knees from if you didn't stretch all the way down, perfect for bullies to mash your face into to make you put your tongue on in January ... you know, bicycle bars.

Okay, I've dated myself. But hey - it was only the mid- to late-sixties ...

eta - found it, Shawnee, thanks. 'The Airing of Grievances' :lol: But doesn't that just happen two days later anyway??

Must be a Canadian thing. I had to walk to school, uphill, both ways, in the snow, etc. etc. Well, we only lived 5 blocks from school, but it was a steep hill!

So, since you know what bicycle bars taste like then you must not have been a bully, yourself.

No bicycle bars to hook your bike on at school? Odd ... but as long as you had to walk uphill to school through deep snow both ways etc., I guess you can still be cool.

And yeah ... I wasn't in the bully club. They didn't catch me often, though.

Bicycle bars ... spinning around on one knee while wearing the mandatory skirt/dress...good times :)

bicycle bar bully club
 

Is a bicycle bar different from a bike rack? Because when I google "bicycle bar," this is what pops up...
http://munchkinwrangler.files.wordpr...pg?w=504&h=357
...and somehow I don't think you had those at your schools, no matter how old school you are.

:lol: Not even in Quebec, I don't think! But I can't find what I'm thinking of on google images either - they all have too many vertical bars. On the Ontario bicycle bars of the mid-to-late '60s, we girls could spin around hanging by one knee with our skirts flying - just like Nirvana said. ;) There was a long uninterrupted horizontal bar between each vertical support. I imagine there were angled supports at intervals, plus the verticals had been sunk about 3' deep in concrete. But the main thing was a long horizontal bar at perfect mini-gymnast height.

Could you please follow the plot, Nirvana?

I don't need that image in my mind's jap's eye.

They have taken you for a fool. We all know the world ended with the Millenium on 1 Jan 2000. Money is only virtual. Food is a hologram. And what happens in a bathtub is only a spiritual experience. Happy Holidays.

Perfect! :)

November 25 we ordered a remote control helicopter for the boy for Christmas. November 26 we got a noticed it had shipped. Still not here. Contacted Amazon, and was told it was shipped from Hong Kong. It's literally on the slow boat from China.

It was to be the centerpiece of gifts for the boy. So we needed a plan B. Went to Best Buy this afternoon for a video game he wanted, but they didn't have it. So we got another one instead and waited in a very very long line to pay for the thing.

I just finished wrapping somewhere between 25 and 30 presents, and have a painful knot in my back from the effort.

Consider the grievances aired. :)

huh. Seems I broke the distal portion of my collar bone post bathtub accident.

the doc asked if I'd been drinking when it happened. How'm I supposed to know?

Owww. Sorry, Trilby. I thought spiritual bathtub experiences were supposed to be all about scented candles and essential oils!

For future reference, you FOOSH with one hand while trying not to spill the drink in the other.

But then you just give yourself a scaphoid fracture. Although there's a better chance of saving the drink.

And bubbles. Lots of bubbles. So that we do not see anything that might change the spirit.

Dude: Hey! There's a beverage here!*



*for legal/moral reasons I will admit that there were NO alcoholic beverages involved in this accident. That's my story. There's a million stories in the naked city, and that one is mine.

Book 'em, Danno.








Yes, I realized I cross-polinated from many shows and movies, but fuck, I broke my collar bone! Now I can't wear collars for like....a MONTH!

we learned the bones of the wrist like this:

Never Lower Tilly's Pants Mother may Come Home:



Navicular
Lunate
Triquetrium
Pisiform
greater Multangular (trapezium)
lesser Multangular (trapezoid)
Capitate
Hamate

but if you're Scottish you get the slightly more rogue-ish
Carpal bones

"Scottish Lads Take Prostitutes To The Caledonian Hotel":

Scaphoid
Lunate
Triquetrium
Pisiform
Trapezium
Trapezoid
capatate
hamate

I guess Scots don't have a navicular bone....'splains a LOT.

Clavicular fractures I've treated have also had a FOOSH etiology. People who aren't practiced in falling techniques (unlike athletes, martial artists, parachutists ... etc.) have a tendency to lock their elbow and transmit the shock.

i never did take those parachuting lessons my sister gave me for my birthday....NOW my face is red!


and the REALLY sad thing is I won't get anything but Advil.

shiiiiiiiiiit; help a sister OUT.

True. Which bone gives tends to depend on age, bone health, and as you say, falling technique.

Remember, pain is just weakness leaving your body. I bet that's making you feel better already. :D

Lil' Pete's beau is sweet, smart, fun-loving, sorta crazy, and has great people skills. His Mom does not seem to recognize any of these qualities and is getting increasingly angry that he is spending so much time with my family which cherishes these attributes. I think she's had a rough life and is embracing the sarcastic "B" role so common among Irish Catholic women. It is difficult to watch. WWBD? What would Buddha do?

Griff, as a (partly) Irish (denouncing) Catholic woman I think I can say with certainty that nearly all women of all ethnic and religious bents can be B's.

Kind of like how all men, no matter how good, can all be cocks.

it's just the human condition.

I'm pretty sure Buddha would say "love her anyway" and AA says to pray, every day, for your enemies. Jesus said the same thing and so do most righteous people. And I know you are righteous. Say a prayer that she overcome her ---whatever-----and let the angels do the rest.

Good advice, Trilby - let go and let the angels. It's hard to do when family are involved. Even harder when it's family in your face, picking fights. :thepain:

Walk softly, exercise diplomacy, and disengage, disengage, disengage. If they won't after three attempts, then you get to use the big stick.

Or, Griff could go full McEnroe on her!

With the big tennis racket ;)

That said, I have no idea what buddha would do with a tennis racket ...

Buddha would allow the tennis racket to experience it's racket-ness and then teach it to detach...hitting the ball or not hitting the ball....it is all the same. And there is no ball. It is an illusion. And it makes you suffer; so forget the ball already.

:lol: That's a type of tennis even I could play!

But I don't play tennis! :( Pretty sure I know where a Buddha would be on swords so I'll stick to avoidance...

swords don't kill people...

Not since the Vladimir Smirnov accident anyway.