Posts made by boneghazi

I have pneumonia and I'm just going to be honest I do not have the energy to be chasing after this dingle berry this time, but my red flag is also going off on Arx RE: DWOPP.

Also, RE @Lithium. Funny enough, they were accused of being DWOPP on the previous MSB/Hogpit for the SAME TYPE OF BEHAVIOR as DWOPP . Probably why they are a little touchy /now/ or something. But. I'll say it again.

Not the same. Lithium was banned on 7/20/2018 from Arx, playing Barric and Cleo for "Had a tendency to be passive aggressive, guilt trip, or 'joke' in ways that made other players feel uncomfortable when turned down for RP or excluded in any way. Was warned a couple times about minor instances. When confronted about another instance and warned it could not happen again, ragequit."

Can 100% confirm that's pretty much to the point but with a distinctly rapey vibe that DWOPP didn't have.

Chip 'n Dale: Rescue Rangers 10/10

Absolutely wonderful and creative. I love the energy of these cats but PETRICHOR IS FAV. Great job.

It still hasn't arrived. I am slowly devolving into a nervous wreck thinking, "lol what if I'm just waiting for the cops to sting me"...

Hello Friends and Acquaintances. I am an amateur botanist and gardener. This year I'm having spectacular success with some if not most of my plants except for the random pineapple plant that literally just fucking disappeared??? I would love to know what happened to it???

I also work at a church.

We recently had some renovations done and one of the builders had a join (or several??) behind our church and anyway. Lets just say that on Sunday I dug out FIVE??? cannabis plants. Mostly because I don't want the conservative grandmothers to start flinging their poo at us but also because I wanted to see if I could grow them. I mean. Waste not, want not.

As an aside, in my country it is legal to cultivate cannabis for personal use.

I could tell the plants were sativa, but obviously not the strain. I figured, knowing my country, it was definitely some backyard rando strain.

Unfortunately the soil they fell on was rocky and the roots were shallow and tangled in the rocks I tried my best but my Church Ganja has died. I just couldn't get the roots out.

So, I have obtained some seeds. No, I won't tell you how or where. The one strain is extremely potent at 25-30% THC. They are also sending me a "sampler" pack to try out various other strains.

They arrive in 3 days. I expect to plant them on Christmas day.

I probably am only going to smoke it once just as a test but I don't want it to start tempting me back into smoking tobacco. I am not allowed to sell it (lol jail bad ok?). So therefore, I am probably going to make edibles.

Would any of you be interested in looking at pictures and/or reading about the progress as I learn how to cultivate and process? Maybe recipes? Asking questions?

As a note, if posting this is against the community guidelines, please delete this. Or, move it into a more suitable forum.

@carma Well if I tell him "hey, you broke the birds neck when you were using it as a toy and stuffed it into your grandmother's slipper" he will be absolutely crushed.

We have opted to tell him the bird was sick and weak instead and honestly - he was very panicked and freaked out even over that. Cried. I mean, quite a bit traumatized but we have been distracting him with games for the time being. He's a sensitive guy. A little obsessed with getting another right now. He ells me he wants a "really expensive bird" one, buuut I'm kinda terrified that's going to be a "really expensive bird funeral".

This morning, my kid found a very young bird (still had some of its baby fluff, couldn't fly) out in the garden. He was on his way to school. I kept an eye on it, and after I got done with my stuff four hours later it was still there.

I made some baby bird food and took it in. It was strong, and I had lots of hope of it surviving.

My kid came home and was thrilled. I sat him down and told him all about baby birds, and how we had to be EXTRA gentle because they are very fragile. And, from how he was acting with it, being very gentle, I allowed him some supervised time with it. I was right there.

Anyway. I put it in a cage and made myself some food. I made the bird, now named McNuggets some food, all was good. We snuggled, watched some TV. Kiddo occasionally popped in to touch it. All is fine.

Second feeding went really well. But I was exhausted. I put him back in the cage, perched him by my head so I could hear him if he got hungry before his next feeding time. Literally a foot from my face.

Its been 2.5 hours. I caught my son in the room at my side with the bird. He would reach in and pet it and leave. He did this twice, but I was damn sure to tell him to leave it alone. Many, many times.

I never dreamed that he would take the cage and take it out.

But he did. He stole the bird in its cage away and took it to another room where he tried to smush it into a slipper and broke its neck. Then he tried to perform CPR on it in his panic (pushing on its tummy) and... Well. Didn't make it better.

I'm so disappointed. Sad. This is one of those teachable moments I guess. Gotta be gentle when I don't want to fucking be gentle.

I got really lucky with my son.

Last year (Kindergarten) in 2020, I homeschooled him. So I know first hand what it's like to get him to sit and concentrate. (Impossible. It's impossible).

And this year, we were blessed with the covid restrictions where half his class would go one day and the other half the next. This was ok for about half the year but his teacher started taking him every day because it takes him twice the time to finish his assignments.

He isn't incapable of doing the work. He does math and reading at a 3rd or 4th grade level. When it comes to writing, however, and concentrating on it? Nope. He almost outright refuses to write anything. And his handwriting is bad. Because he loses focus after every single letter. Every single one.

Even tying his shoes is such a chore he loses focus during it.

Anyway his teacher has made accommodations to give him extra time. We do communicate. We have meetings at least twice a semester. For example, this meeting we decided his pencil bag is a huge distraction, so she needs keep his crayons and other things for him and I have to send him to school with a restricted amount of items. I give him 2 pencils, a glue stick, and a sharpener and that is all he is allowed. Otherwise he spends 45 minutes "looking" for whatever item it is he needs.

I guess I'm also blessed not to live in the USA anymore. I was born there, and lived there until I was 17, so I know how BS the school system is but I'm in South Africa now. We have a lot more holidays than the USA, as well as shorter days. And I think their lunch is satisfactorily round about 11:00 as he starts at 8, then gets out at 1 most days, 12 on Friday. I'm also thankful they do uniforms. It makes dealing with mornings a LOT easier. There's no wiggle room or negotiating or fighting about what he's going to wear.

His teacher, while very understanding, has been giving a lot of homework. We are so behind. But, I think she understands and has never complained about his homework not being done on time. To be fair this is the first time this year we are behind. But. It took us 45 mins to an hour to complete one page where he had to write 4 sentences and draw a small picture and write his name. It was like pulling teeth.

He also doesn't seem to have any sensitivities to stimuli. Though I have barred the rest of the family from being anywhere near the living room while we do homework because they will laugh at him (because he's cute, not maliciously) or have their own things to say.

I have tried studying with and without music. it doesn't seem to affect him. Though he does HATE the music I play (lofi homework music on youtube type stuff) and wants to force me to play terrible minecraft dance remixes.

Minecraft is where his mind goes. It's where he lives in his head. He's thinking about it constantly, 24/7. When he goes to sleep at night. When he wakes up. When he's on the toilet. When he's eating. All the damn time. You would think it's a good thing to motivate him with, right? But no.

Potty training was also a fun ride. Boy howdy, let me tell you x_x

I thought I had a point and questions to add to this post but I'm exhausted. Mentally, physically, emotionally and I lost track.

Shit.

Well, I've known it deep down since he was born, basically in the womb when the child wouldn't stop squirming in my belly... But my kid has been diagnosed with ADHD. It's a boy, with the classic boy signs of hyperactivity, without too much impulsivity. Like, he won't hit other kids or act out - he's incredibly sensitive and polite - but it's physically impossible for him to sit still and concentrate at school.

If anyone has any advice on this kind of situation I'm all ears. Has anyone else gone through this? My son is in 1st grade.

Stuck in the loo at work because i sat down to take a pee and now someone came in and is standing outside the door and i have a shy bladder so i guess i will just wait til you finish commenting on the new paint color or whatever ill just die.

How is my morning going? I'm glad you asked!

Roof leak in the studio. Had to move a drum kit and the mat.

I had friends to help!

Not something I particularly LOVE but...

I roasted myself in my dream last night and woke up with a giggle.

I was at a shop looking for a costume and all they had was this silver and black thing with feathers that I didn't like. I asked the sales lady, "Uh do you have anything else, maybe in plus sizes, that would suit me?"

And she says to me, she says... "Try the perfume department."

Yesterday my sister that I haven't heard from in about 10 years gets into contact with me. To tell me that my father died.

Someone found him on Thursday.

He disowned us 13+ years ago and he's basically a cat man hermit that lives in the Appalachian mountains. He owns a piece of land up there, practically a whole mountain. He, my grandparents, and uncle and his family bought it when I was a kid.

Grandparents died quite a while back so their place has been rented out or sold.

No one was able to give us any kind of information on him at all. So my sister begins to call around and do some hardcore investigative work.

First the funeral homes, then the morgue, then hospitals. Sheriff's office is closed until Monday. The Dept of Health and Human Resources. Everywhere. I can't help because I am on literally the other side of the globe.

But during this time she finds out that our uncle (dad's brother) has died (3 years ago) and his wife and kids moved across the country to Washington State and their house has been sold or rented out too. My dad had no one listed as next of kin because he was absolutely alone. That neighbor said they didn't even know he had any children or living relatives.

We had to have a discussion on what to do with his body and belongings, which is a strange conversation to have with a person you barely know about another person you haven't seen since 2008 - and before then, probably a decade prior.

None of the hospitals would give us any information at all... until she finds out he's not actually dead, he is in an ICU in a different part of the state. The hospital won't let us talk to him. Won't even tell us if he's conscious or not. Won't tell us why he's there.

All of the stress sent my diabetes into a tizz and I woke up this morning with a kidney infection. And a migraine because who the fuck wouldn't have a migraine right now. It's Sunday, so I have to wait til tomorrow to see a doctor. Tylenol do your best.

I don't know how to process all this. I couldn't cry. I mean, I couldn't cry for his physical death but I cried because I miss the man that loved me... But that man died a long time ago.

The only thing I know to do is to just grab some paper and let it all out and then burn it.

@roz Because I REALLY wanted to like it. It ticked my boxes, like @faraday. As it may turn out maybe I'm something of a masochist? I have watched almost everything else on Netflix and Prime, I'm desperate to find something to scratch my itches.

I tried, in earnest, to watch Outlander. In fact, I got to Season 2, Episode 5 before I had to officially call it quits.

I want those long hours of my life back. For fucks sake.

Update: Sweet Jesus, he left and took 90% of the noise with him.

My husband got a new job. His last day of his old job was yesterday and his new job only starts on the 1st.
So, that means today is his first day "off" and he's going on a camping trip with the church for a men's camp thing for the day and night.
He's only leaving at 8 am.
So of course he gets up at 4:30 and blasts music and wakes the dogs up early so they can rampage through the house, turns the bedroom light on so that I may wake up with him... and all around is a terror. Like he's TRYING to wake the baby up too.

I mean, what would I do with an extra hour of sleep anyway?

His ride better hurry or they'll be picking up his dead body.

My sister in law, who's staying with us for a while, is refusing to get the vaccination because of microchips. Afraid the gubbermints going to get into her broke ass's bank account or something.
I'm about |-| this close to telling her to get it or get her plague rat ass out on the street.

Yeah I absolutely adored Berserk and I always believed one day we would know how the story would end.

Kentaro Muira, creator of Berserk, 54
"Video games like Dark Souls, Bloodborne and Final Fantasy alongside manga and anime such as Demon Slayer, Castlevania and Vagabond all bear the mark of Miura's influence."