This is a discussion on The (stream of conscious?) venting thread for INTJ. within the INTJ Forum - The Scientists forums, part of the NT's Temperament Forum- The Intellects category; Originally Posted by Coonsy Had a mental shift this past weekend re: my racing. Something just switched. I was watching ...
Having said that though, I try to not bitch too much about the heat; last couple of winters it hovered around 0F at night for weeks on end and the winters of 2013-14 and 2014-15 we had nights that dropped to about -15F below zero (so... about -26C below zero or so??)
Today I met a nice dog I'll watch next weekend while her owners are out of town, was given two or three pounds of plums while I was there (thankfully this year wasn't the fruitsplosion last year was, I wouldn't have room to process everything!), snagged my first blackberry of the season along the road, went to the beach and ate a plum and gave one away to a nice older lady, and ended up biking 30km (according to Google Maps, gotta get me one of them cyclometer thingies one of these days, they really don't cost that much and would almost be worth it for the bragging rights ), came home and had red Thai curry coconut noodle soup (yummmmm) for dinner (and a plum for dessert, naturally) and played UpWords with MIL. Sitting here wrapped up in the jacket my friends sent me a while back (WTF, Ma Nature, it's July!) and am gonna watch me some Netflix before I climb the ladder to bed*.
*Some people go to bed. I ascend.**
**That made me giggle way too much. Apparently I'm not just contentedly sleepy, I'm punchy too.
NOOOOOOOOOO. i PRINTED three copies of everything. i know for a fact that i did. i had everything so nicely lined up; all i had to do was come home and spread it out among three binders, and then identify gaps and go back later this week with a list and make sure that i filled the gaps in.
can i find the third pile of copies now? i can not. i probably left the bastard objects behind in the damn copying store.
this is for wha ti'm calling the 'book'. it's not the right name, probably, but it's as good a guess at the right one as any other. what the Book is . . . is you have to make identical binders of everything. one for each of you, the judge, and the other person. i suppose you could dispense with your own if you were out of your mind, but if you don't deliver the judge's copy to the scheduling desk by close of business the previous day, they give your timeslot to somebody else.
they'd probably give me a little leeway, aka tolerate any half-assed kind of book. but i'm going to be leaking credibility from so many amateur seams anyway, i at least want to try and steam-seal any cracks that i know about. and i'll have to spend more money sending a copy to buttface as well, because i don't want any chance of her hypocritical scrawny ass getting up on its hind feet and going 'yeronner, she didn't serve me so this doesn't count'.
dammit. and i just thought of another possible gotcha as well, double dammit. le fuck.
Yes I know itís only a day after Iíve ran a 10km but Iím putting it in writing so it sticks: Sydney half marathon May 2020. Doing it.
i'm really amazed. or really era-bound, maybe. i had to go look up the barber of seville because the last part of the first act is so not 1815. it's a mass delirium song. worthy of any 1968 group acid trip.
I said I was done with these inane superhero movies, but then [Disney] Marvel decided to reboot Blade. I'm so ready now.
ahahahahahaha. i have found a person who's even nuts-er than buttface (so far). i'm soooo tempted to spend the 12 bucks just to look up the actual stuff that she filed, but for now i'm contenting myself with the excerpts referenced in the published decision on her.
she's a vet (why are so many nutballs fanatical-animal types). and she seems to have latched onto a doctor who had been disbarred AND incarcerated for overbilling and inventing vapourware patients to bill/prescribe for; y'know. stuff like that. he's now incompetent (reasons not given), but this woman was on a crusade to wrest him away from the pg&t so she can spend all his money pursuing litigation on his behalf.
i like the part where she tells the court she has independently diagnosed the pg&t case manager as 'insane' for declining to pursue 'at least 27 pieces of litigation that need to be done' on the doctor's behalf, and says that the court needs to appoint a monitor to keep an eye on the guy. she confidently proposes herself . i bet it wasn't funny to the poor case manager, but from a far-enough distance it is. says 'i'm well aware that the task before the court will be to determine which one of us is deranged, but i leave that to the court's discretion for now.'
It finally rained and it's down to about 75F outside and not 97F.
Now I can finally run my clothes dryer.
Got the fan on full-blast to dry to floor in the basement; it was so hot/humid earlier that the humidity collected on the basement floor (painted concrete) and the paint was coming up and sticking to my feet. It was gross.
In other non-news, I'm on the hunt for an old rotary phone. Doesn't have to work, but it does have to be not-gross and not-nasty. My outgoing INTJ supervisor hates the Skype-integrated phones that we were forced to get this past Spring. He literally growls every day (it's funny, but I would never tell him that - it took him the better part of a year to be comfortable expressing his general disdain with stupidity in general in front of me) when something inevitably goes wrong; my reply is always, "What NOW?" as I go in to his office and try to figure out what went wrong this time. Anyway.. getting the rotary phone as a going-away gift for him. I suspect that he'll like it. His last day is the 31st.