In the 80s we figured we would be abducted, if not that, it would be quicksand that got us, and if that failed,we would spontaneously combust, and if all else failed the hole in the ozone layer would destroy all life on earth. We were so concerned with all that happening that we all became kinda apathetic.
I grew up in the times of “look at me when I talk to you” and would get in trouble for “looking past the person”. So I developed an ability to make eye contact while unfocusing my eyes. Turns out if you make eye contact long enough people get uncomfortable and look away thereby letting you relax.
Wasn’t so much the brush I hated, just had become rather unenthused with being, but due to a family history didn’t want to overtly take the necessary steps, so I kinda just stopped caring and let intrusive thoughts have a go at it.
All in all it was an impressive fireball burnt the paint off of the top of my zippo and gave me 3rd degree burns on my arms.
A hot day with still air, I poured gas on a brush pile and opened the valve on an old propane tank, the brush pile was slightly up hill from a wall and I was between the wall and brush pile in what amounted to a large cloud of mixed gas vapors.
I lit my zippo, I realized I fucked up when I saw the horror on my wife’s face and at that moment I understood how much she needed me and I had better try to live through this.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
If thou must love me… (Sonnet 14)
If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love’s sake only. Do not say, “I love her for her smile—her look—her way Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day”— For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may Be changed, or change for thee—and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry: A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love’s sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love’s eternity.
The autistic person in me who has spent days trying to figure out how to get troops into Iran without insane losses kinda wants to see how this plays out.
But I can’t find a “good” way to accomplish the task, so I’m really hoping it doesn’t come down to it.
So far the only way I see it being done without extensive US casualties, calls for completely destroying Iran’s energy network and waiting for them to capitulate and that will come with enormous loss of civilian lives.
I hope I’m wrong or that we find a diplomatic solution.
That’s what we would do normally, insert a relatively small group on the airport, take control then bring in all the other troops. But Iran isn’t stupid so they have covered the runways with shit. Dropping guys on it would be risky and it would be very hard to clear with a small force.
There is probably something I am missing but I don’t see a good way to get troops on the ground.
Can’t take the airport because it is literally a parking lot, Can’t realy stage forces anywhere, without them eating drones and rockets so it’s either a drop or beach landing.
I can see Hegseth pushing for a drop so his name would be tied to an historic event.
But God damn I don’t envy the guys that jump.
You know what’s cool about bunkers? They have fresh air intakes.
You know what’s cool about me? I know how to use expanding foam insulation.
My wife has an irrational fear of slugs, like completely locked up and shaking if she sees one. We have spent 20 years together trying to figure out where her phobia came from.
She is in therapy now and was talking through it with her therapist and the therapist asked “what do you fear will happen” my wife told her all the images that flash in her mind when she thinks about slugs. Turns out the therapist is a big horror movie fan and knew of a movie where those exact things happened.
Well about the time that the movie came out on VHS my wife was being watched by an abusive relative who liked to rent scary movies and force her to watch them.