An open thread for personal stuff, continuing from here.
As usual for these threads: no trolls, no MRAs, no Iโm-not-really-an-MRA-buts, donโt be mean.
An open thread for personal stuff, continuing from here.
As usual for these threads: no trolls, no MRAs, no Iโm-not-really-an-MRA-buts, donโt be mean.
Oh, now we’ve got to the Sabine women part. Yeah, brothers, go off and ABDUCT all those pretty girls! This movie is so problematic.
I was just reading the synopsis of it before. Oy. ::smh::
And the 6-gun shotgun wedding, and the jaunty tune, and it’s over. So wrong. So colourful. This is me, enjoying a problematic thing.
Skirts! Hair! Dancing! Almost-but-not-quite pornstar moustache!
In TECHNICOLOR!!!
Active (i.e. they want to kill themselves) or passive (i.e. they think about being dead).
I can probably help with the latter (and there are places where my experience borders on active).
Oh, Britain is quadrupling the sentence for trolling – 2 years now not 6 months. It’s a start.
@katz, I can help, but I can’t find your email address on your blog, through your name link.
@ Katz, check twitter.
Going to go see my LDR guy in the UK.
May be mostly AFK the week ahead.
Digging the blog as before, however, just being more quietly WTF.
Going to go make memories. Grab him greedily while the grabbing’s good. ๐
Oh, I should add…when you’re ready to kill yourself, in the zone as it were, you get very slowed down and quiet inside.
You really do just feel…at peace. Finally. It’s a very seductive sort of peace.
My ex locked my pistol without telling me, you see.
So, after I woke up and said to myself…enough…and then ripped the gun box open with my bare hands, there was a hardened, heavy-duty padlock locked around the frame of the pistol, preventing me from snapping the cylinder into place.
If you cannot snap the cylinder of a revolver into place, you ain’t shooting.
Thus I’m here to tell you about it.
In 2010 I was bad enough that i…pretty much thought about jumping off a shipping bridge every day. I drove over it on my way home, and usually slowed down to look at the drop and the gate I’d have to either open or climb over. It made me feel…okay. Less helpless. I could end the agony, you know, so it was a choice to keep going, I wasn’t trapped in it.
gilshalos, that’s a start! Let’s hope they actually follow through, ie. prosecute instead of it never getting further than being reported.
blahlistic, glad you’re still here – and here’s hoping you and LDR guy have a great weekend! Also, you being in the UK, damn, ENVY.
WEEK! I have all week! WHEE!
As far as still being here, I am now on FOUR different happy pills, and currently share your sentiments.
My current psychiatric prescriber is a professor of a medical college psychiatry program! YUSS!
Yay for depression remission!
When not depressed I am/we are remarkably goofy in demeanor….Just FYI…
A week! Much better!
Hope you get good weather for it, and do fun stuff (whether that means being indoors or out, heheh).
Big cheers for depression remission indeed!
For anyone who wants to get in contact with me, I set up a forwarding address: [email protected]
Blahlistic, I’m glad you are still here and that you are doing better. You are a cool person. Go have fun in London with your LDR guy.
OK, back to trying to sleep. I seem to have slept some last night, but since I don’t remember doing so it dosen’t seem to count. I can only hope I knowingly sleep now.
Sleep well, gilshalos!
::thinks of London … Chiswick House … the V&A … Museum of London … WAAAAHHHH!::
I did sleep!
OK, there are some nice things in London. I’d love to visit the British Library and the V&A, but I’ve been there, it’s a toxic horrible city.
*Not likely true if visiting vute guy/gal*
vute=cute!
It’s twenty years since I last visited, so I imagine it’s changed a lot in that time. I loved it, then, including the Underground. Went everywhere by Tube.
National Portrait Gallery … National Gallery … Wallace Collection … The Tower (I got to have tea with the Curator of Firearms!) … the Queen’s Gallery …
I love Edinburgh, too. Stayed there three weeks in 2000, my first trip all on my lonesome. Well, except for Miss Dinah, who was extremely popular with the locals. ๐
http://i.imgur.com/3fAVhhA.png
I’ve always preferred Glasgow to either, it just seemed freindlier.
A friend, native Glaswegian, missed the last bus to his home, started walking home, over a mile in the rain. He was stopped by a drunk asking for money for a drink. He explained that he didn’t have much money on him, otherwise at this hour he be getting a taxi home. The drunk gave him a fiver. That has just always spoken to me about Glasgow.
Gorgeous picture, Kitteh!
That’s a hell of a nice drunk to meet!
I liked Glasgow too, but I only had two day trips there, so didn’t have time to get a feel for the place. Edinburgh seemed pretty friendly to me, but then when you’re you’re a customer service person on holiday, and thus go into automatic Be Nice To Staff mode, and have a tartan-clad cat with you, it’s pretty easy to get a friendly reception.
Thanks re the pic! Stirling Castle was beautiful. I’d love to see how it looks after another fourteen years of restoration.
The guide at Stirling couldn’t believe Dinah wasn’t local. The idea she’d come all the way from Melbourne – and in that dress! – was just too much. ๐
One guy in the group asked to take a photo of her, ‘cos she looked like his real kitten. Presumably he had a marmie!
! was born in Stirling, lived in Bridge of Allan for the first 5 years. My dad worked in Stirling Uni on the Admin side from before it opened.
@gilshalos, aw, I wouldn’t say London was a toxic, horrible city :(, whereabouts did you go? I mean, there are definitely places to avoid (Leicester Square just isn’t my bag, especially after 6pm, and personally I don’t get the tourist appeal of Piccadilly Circus. I think it’s just a big junction permanently jammed with traffic. And don’t get me started on Harrods).
I’ve lived about a 40 minute train journey from Victoria for years and I’m always dropping in to see friends who have moved up there. St Albans is beautiful, as is Primrose Hill, and Southbank on a summer evening. And the Parks!
I went couch-surfing in Edinburgh last year :), everyone was so, so friendly. Being used to London, that was a huge culture shock for me!
Glasgow really is much friendlier than Edinburgh. I loved London though, if I ever moved back to the UK that’s where I’d go.