That’s a medical complaint to your local licensing board.
Yeah, so during my procedure, my doctor either didn’t numb me up enough or whatever, but I said “I felt that.” right at the start and he said “Do you mean you felt some pressure?” To which I responded: “uh… no. You just put a clamp on my left testicle.”At which point he said “Oh! Well, let’s get you numbed up a bit more then!” And they did.That didn’t really stop my body from going into full freakout mode. My BP went up, temperature spiked, and I laid there trying to meditate while the nurses dealt with the physical symptoms.
It was so weird. I had a full physical reaction, but my emotional state was pretty solid, because I trusted their reaction and could tell they cared about my comfort.
It’s like a trap. Answerable facts of no consequence.Why must our brains do this?! But we can’t stay interested in the stuff we need to stay interested in.
In my community, street racing seems to be the entertainment du jour for people with nothing better to do. I live about a half mile (800m) from a major roadway, and very often am jarred by the noise of people racing full tilt. There are a few people who even have modified their cars to be louder, and you can distinctly pick out the sound of their cars.I’m a light sleeper, and these people will wake me up in the middle of the night with their ‘shotgun exhausts,’ racing down the street. They kill about 5 people a year. Earlier this year, a street race injured over a dozen people, and killed a kid.
As a result, the city has re-timed the lights so that when traveling at normal speeds, traffic is stopped at every stoplight, which means that most drivers now just wontonly disregard speed limits to beat the light timing and not get trapped in a frustrating cycle where a 2-mile drive down the road takes upwards of 15 minutes instead of 5. This just causes the street racers to race later, when they can run the lights and wake everyone up. Plus the increase in speeding by normal drivers decreases safety on the road.
Both the direct and network effects of their stupidity are pretty significant.So - yes. Street racers are bad people. They are callous, immature, and both actively and passively endanger other motorists. Also, I’m fucking tired, and my dogs are traumatized.
In a later comment, you refer to this flotilla as a publicity stunt in what appears to be a derisive way. It um appears to be garnering publicity.
We won’t know what the outcome will be for a while yet, but governments are shifting their alignment and listening to citizens in a way that they have not been for the last 2 years. This flotilla is appreciably moving the needle in a way that has not been accomplished before. It ain’t nothin’.
Back in the bad old days of the 2009 recession, I got caught in the churn and wound up at a temp agency to make ends meet.One of my assignments was driving about 6 hours a day, from gas station to gas station to “buy” cigarettes. I never actually bought anything. What I did do, however, was wait until they asked me for either my ID or money. If they asked me for ID, they got a green card. If they asked me for money with no sign of ID’ing me, they got a red card.It was a voluntary program by Philip Morris to curtail underage smoking. I don’t know what actually happened to the cashiers. I was told no one got punished. (And folks reacted with disappointment, but not sadness or anger. Folks with green cards reacted happily, though. So I assume it was an Incentive-based program.) These interactions got logged, and I turned in the log sheet at the end of the day.
Because we’re victims of our own experience, that immediately came to mind. I feel like we need to start blindly testing if mandatory reporters are reporting things they witness. I mean - no idea how that gets worked out. Seems horrible.
Life imitates art.For most writers a good day is when life and the people they meet allow them to channel Truman Capote. Yesterday, those writers got to channel Douglas Adam’s without even trying.
Online retailers, too. Item goes from ordered to processing to shipping in a half hour. Takes a week or more to go from shipping to shipped.Item can’t be cancelled without a restock fee if it’s in shipping — which is fine (I guess) if the item takes the provided time estimate to arrive.
ETA: I’m not arguing that this issue is endemic to just Trump’s administration. The linked article even says as much, but it’s clear his economic mishandling is exacerbating things.
Coup against democracy. Coup for democracy (unlikely, but hey, who knows when you get that many people with that much power together to talk). Mass firings. Loyalty tests. War against Venezuela. War against Russia? Going to withdraw from the international stage entirely and let China have Taiwan/Russia go full tilt at Ukraine. Gonna invade Greenland. Maybe the U.S. just is planning to fire off all the nukes on October 14th to mark the biggest and only Charlie Kirk Day.
When I was little my family was canoeing and my parents were very drunk. I was in the canoe with my dad and his buddy, and my mom was with my sisters. My canoe capsized, and I hung on, surfacing under the canoe, perfectly safe. For what felt like an eternity for them, the adults searched for me with a growing panic, until someone noticed my little legs floating off under the upside down canoe they’d all but abandoned.
In my community, it seems the local, state, federal government and local utilities are all competing to shut down as much of roads as possible, so there’s always a bunch of weird diversions to traffic. An unfortunate side-effect of underinvestment in infrastructure until the need is absolutely dire.
Because the crews don’t get much work done in the winter, they tend to concentrate all their work on warmer months, which exacerbates the issue.
That’s a medical complaint to your local licensing board.
Yeah, so during my procedure, my doctor either didn’t numb me up enough or whatever, but I said “I felt that.” right at the start and he said “Do you mean you felt some pressure?” To which I responded: “uh… no. You just put a clamp on my left testicle.”At which point he said “Oh! Well, let’s get you numbed up a bit more then!” And they did.That didn’t really stop my body from going into full freakout mode. My BP went up, temperature spiked, and I laid there trying to meditate while the nurses dealt with the physical symptoms.
It was so weird. I had a full physical reaction, but my emotional state was pretty solid, because I trusted their reaction and could tell they cared about my comfort.