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Post by Introvertigroo on Mar 12, 2019 0:53:31 GMT
I fucking hate the spring time change. Lose one hour of sleep and my entire week is wrecked.
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Post by Dr Hugbine on Mar 13, 2019 16:45:08 GMT
I love it when it comes. That extra hour of daylight in the evening is like coming out of a cave and into spring.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Apr 24, 2019 3:05:16 GMT
I got a small tax return. Time to blow it on something stupid, like a subscription to the Trucknutz of the Month Club.
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Post by donavan on Jun 24, 2019 17:53:38 GMT
Work sucks.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jun 25, 2019 0:52:54 GMT
Prostitution?
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Post by donavan on Jun 28, 2019 7:40:37 GMT
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Post by miles on Jun 29, 2019 18:37:39 GMT
My father was a professional musician from the late 40s into the 90s. He clearly stated that when you use your art to get paid you are a prostitute, plain and simple. Because I was making money from my artwork, it applied to me too. But there was no negative connotation implied, nothing is wrong with "being a prostitute" or making money. It was just calling a spade a spade (another expression he liked.) In his career and some of his extracurricular pursuits, he socialized with sex workers, and didn't believe there was anything immoral about that either. While I'm spilling here, when I was living with him in Las Vegas, my father offered to take me to a prostitute on my 16th birthday if I was still a virgin. I passed.
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Post by donavan on Jun 30, 2019 6:20:03 GMT
My father was a professional musician from the late 40s into the 90s. He clearly stated that when you use your art to get paid you are a prostitute, plain and simple. Because I was making money from my artwork, it applied to me too. But there was no negative connotation implied, nothing is wrong with "being a prostitute" or making money. It was just calling a spade a spade (another expression he liked.) In his career and some of his extracurricular pursuits, he socialized with sex workers, and didn't believe there was anything immoral about that either. While I'm spilling here, when I was living with him in Las Vegas, my father offered to take me to a prostitute on my 16th birthday if I was still a virgin. I passed. I like your dad. My dad didn't even say happy birthday to me on my 16th. It just wasn't him. But he said it in other ways without actually saying the words. Which I get now.
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Post by donavan on Jul 2, 2019 17:17:50 GMT
When I was a kid my dad would say, "don, do you believe in the Lord?" I'd say, "Yes!" He'd say, "Then stand up and shout Hallelujah!" So I would ... and I'd fall out of the roller coaster.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Aug 5, 2019 2:24:56 GMT
I actually slept for eight hours last night. Always a first time for everything, I suppose.
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Post by donavan on Aug 5, 2019 14:26:21 GMT
I actually slept for eight hours last night. Always a first time for everything, I suppose. That means you'll now have two or three nights of no sleep to even things out.
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Post by Terra Incognita on Aug 5, 2019 16:51:52 GMT
A couple of sleepless nights is fine, depending on how you spend your time while awake.
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Post by donavan on Aug 5, 2019 18:29:21 GMT
I spend my time while awake sleeping. Works for me.
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Post by Terra Incognita on Aug 5, 2019 18:45:57 GMT
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Post by Introvertigroo on Aug 24, 2019 1:14:27 GMT
A three-day weekend means lots of alcohol. Hic.
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