Oh god, the article used "addicting" where it should have used "addictive". Am I the only one who winces every time I see this?
Frankly, not more fun than us.
I dunno, there aren't a lot of nude selfies going on here, unless there's some even more secret flickr group no one's told me about.
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There is, but it's only for cool commenters. You have to be recommended separately by three different unfogged moderators.
Well, the Flickr group does have some nude selfies.
Though, am I the only one who thinks that group sounds kind of awful? I'm not sure I want life advice from a professional "instagram model"
It definitely sounds insular and conformist.
"I rarely go on 'normcore' Facebook
Good to know.
there aren't a lot of nude selfies going on here,
Don't you have an archive of pictures of people's junk from '07 or so?
there aren't a lot of nude selfies going on here, unless there's some even more secret flickr group no one's told me about.
Hey!
Don't you have an archive of pictures of people's junk from '07 or so?
That is a weirdly specific fetish.
When I say people, I mean unfogged commenters. Who are at least mostly people.
I've forgotten all the details, admittedly. And there probably weren't any actual pictures.
That is a weirdly specific fetish.
'07 was truly a speical year for junk pictures -- only rivaled by those of '92 in my lifetime. Temperatures were just warm enough that most pictures glistened ever-so-slightly with sweat but not so warm that lint from the underwear got stuck on there. We simply haven't had such a fine year since with the temperatures and humidity rising!
When I say people, I mean unfogged commenters. Who are at least mostly people.
I'VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU!!!
At this very moment, my camp cohort is saying their goodbyes in Slack, and reflecting on how amazing the online community is, and that's cool and all, but they don't know from online communities.
8: of course the ones that are there are top notch.
My "selfie game" is exceptionally weak.
You just have to have a body good enough to counterbalance the photo's aesthetic flaws, nosflow.
In other words, you can compensate for a weak selfie game with a strong naked game.
I have been told that my testicles are unusually large.
Your gym teacher should have minded his own business.
Please, show some respect. It's not just "gym teacher," it's "Speaker of the House"
Whenever I send neb naked selfies, they always get returned.
Anyway, the post. The number of instant reactions is accelerating, but this is basically how I have used the internet for years, I think. Although maybe not so much with the real names. Mailing lists, Usenet (breastfeeding, pregnancy, kids in general), Yahoo groups (home education, plus way too many others at one point), a forum called UKParents which is now defunct, various distillations of some of the above-mentioned groups which have turned into intersecting sets of my closest friends, you lot of course who have widened horizons for me, mumsnet which is thankfully anonymous but ridiculously fucking useful (and entertaining), ect ect ect*.
This book, http://www.amazon.co.uk/Can-Any-Mother-Help-Me/dp/0571282172/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8 is about a group of women who met through adverts in magazines, and wrote letters to each other, from 1935 when they had babies and small children until they were middle-aged or older. What we're doing, and GNI are doing, isn't new, just faster.
* did Molesworth reach America?
26.last is a good point. My grandmother's having her 90th birthday party in May and I don't know how many of The Girls will be around to celebrate, but they kept a fairly large core group of friends from high school on. She cut some of them off for being GWB supporters, but that's the only systematic break I know of.
Everyone post their salary, SAT scores, and pics of their junk to the Flickr group.
I'm tempted to do another set of fine art nudes once everything is healed and I get my tattoos, but I'm not sure I really want to document how much my body has changed in 10 years. That, and my photographer and I now live on opposite coasts, so I guess the Flickr pool will have to be satisfied with what's already there.
I bet there are other photographers around.
This is kind of a goofing-off thread, right? An article of mine was accepted to a journal that wants a "notes on contributors" section. For instance, here's what Moby's drinking buddy at Pitt, John McDowell, put in an article published in the same journal (except as it actually appeared the names of books were italicized):
John McDowell is Distinguished University Professor of Philosophy at the University of Pittsburgh. Before coming to Pittsburgh in 1986, he taught at University College, Oxford, of which he is now an Honorary Fellow. His major interests are Greek philosophy, philosophy of language, philosophy of mind, metaphysics and epistemology, and ethics. He is a fellow of the British Academy and a fellow of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences. His publications include Mind and world (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1994; reissued with a new introduction, 1996); Mind, value, and reality (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1998); Meaning, knowledge, and reality (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1998); and Having the world in view: Essays on Kant, Hegel, and Sellars (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 2008).
Now, I'm tempted to just put "Neb Nosflow is a computer programmer" [I don't like the phrase "software engineer"] and leave it at that. But maybe I should take it slightly more seriously?
I wonder why I used square brackets up there? I guess because I was imagining the bracketed material appearing within the quotation marks.
"LA's coolest girls on Facebook" is one of those "world's tallest midget" things.
"Neb Nosflow is LA's coolest girl on Facebook."
Neb Nosflow is a computer programmer. His major interest is being LA's coolest girl on Facebook."
If I were a member of this group I'd be upset that she leaked the bit about the nude selfies. With all those Instagram models I think now that people know about it there's bound to be a leak.
Fortunately my Facebook group with all the cool guys of Texas would never allow an article to be written about them, so all of us can share those pictures of our balls in full anonymity.
Argh, I swear I had quotation marks to start that. Probably he steals them.
"Neb Nosflow is a computer programmer, philosopher, poet, and literary critic. He is a front-page poster at an eclectic web magazine that he declines to name. He is known for his trenchant analysis of Phillip Larkin and is the author of a collection of poems paying homage to William Carlos Williams."
"...and his impeccable grammer [sic]."
"Neb Nosflow is a computer programmer. He's the man your mother wanted you to marry before you took up with that banker."
42 I feel as if I ought to respond to that somehow. No one has mentioned Hastert around here. I guess it is kind of a dog bites man story, but still.
I was thinking something a little more scholarly, like, "Neb Nosflow is a computer programmer. His philosophical interests are [x, y, z] and his rates for telling you why you're completely wrong are very reasonable."
"Neb Nosflow is a computer programmer. The rumors are terrible and cruel, but honey most of them are true.'"
It looks like McDowell wrote a whole thing right there. Couldn't you just switch out your name for his and go with that?
Neb Nosflow is a world-renowed expert on the practical applications of categorical semantics to intuitionistic logic. He also coined the phrase "Bitches be crazy."
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Working for Germans. Definitely has its downsides.
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To be SERIOUS here, I also find "software engineer" a silly phrase for what most people get paid to do with computers, but "software developer" is fine. Neb Nosflow is a software developer whose recent publications include "Call a Swede!" (04.07.16) and "Now HERE is a torch song" (03.24.16). He has gracefully accepted correction after misusing "fewer" for "less."
So I googled "nutscaping", which led me to the huffington post, which reminded me of what it was, and then offered as a "suggested for you" a story headlined "Jennifer Lawrence wore this dress because she had her period" and the mouse pointer darted there but before I clicked I had the time to think "What the fuck have you turned into?" I didn't click. Dear Mineshaft, did I do right?
The difference between the people in the OP and us, apart from media age, is that when they ask for advice, their pretend internet friends seem to offer considered, concerned advice which they take, whereas we wait for everybody to stop taking the piss and then do the opposite. But it's a small distinction.
When I was pursuing a Masters in CS, so long ago that most of the languages people discuss here hadn't yet been written, one of the faculty said something to the effect of "Programming is coding; software development is elegant coding; software engineering is making your elegance appropriate to its context."
54 as with planking I'm just waiting for the first nutscaping fatality.
54 - I didn't click either. I presume it was a snappy answer to a stupid question such as "why did you pick a red dress?"
My dad was having some polyps removed, which involved various episodes of laxative use, and on those days he would wear brown trousers to work.
I like "Software Engineer." It makes me sound important.
58.1. That would be my guess. Because she was bored of, "It was on top of the Oxfam pile."
''Do you know who . . . I am?'' McDowell asked in disbelief when nosflow corrected him: ''I am a world-renowned philosopher.'' ''And I perform little bitchery at an ecelectic web magazine,'' nosflow answered politely. ''We are both pre-eminent in our field. I suggest that we talk about this like rational men.''
The thing I don't believe about the facebook group is that they manage to avoid drama magnets for whom everything is a crisis, which has made most of the secret facebook groups I've been a part of get super annoying. I also don't believe that no one shares anything. But maybe cool LA women are more morally evolved than a bunch of foster/adoptive moms.
The unspoken message is that it's moderated like a motherfucker.
Which is curious, since 1500 posters is a lot to keep an eye on.
After a while, they begin to censor themselves.
True, I guess. The other thing I don't get is that it's all real names. This applies to modern social media in general, and I don't comprehend people at all. Surely everyone knows by now that everything always leaks?
I think people under 35 probably know that everything leaks and don't care, because everybody they interact with is in the same position vis a vis porosity. Optimally, the outcome within our lifetimes will be the end of scandal, but I've no doubt the successors to the yellow press are working on ways to keep it going.
I am under 35 and still don't get it*. As to the end of scandal I think the values have shifted: instead of getting fired for promiscuity, you get fired for something the twitter-mob interprets as sexist.
*I realise I'm in a small minority there.
And 75 is the new 65. Middle age is now really, really long.
75 is the new 65 because nobody can afford to retire any more, not because they're any younger.
54, 58, 60: It was more that the dress was loose-fitting. (Someone I follow on Twitter linked that post and I actually found it worthwhile.)
(Someone I follow on Twitter linked that post and I actually found it worthwhile.)
After all, there's a slideshow of the "Jennifer Lawrence: 100 sexiest pics" at the end.
31: The traditional formula would be, "Neb Nosflow is an independent scholar."
I looked up the HuffPo Lawrence article. According to the photo caption:
Lawrence won a Golden Globe for best actress in a comedy or musical, in this dress, while menstruating.
That sounds like one of those job postings that's so specific only one person qualifies.
"Neb Nosflow has a high school diploma."
"Neb Nosflow is a dependent scholar."
"Neb Nosflow will work for cheap and promises not to shoot heroin on the job."
"Unfortunately no guarantees can be made regarding non-intravenous use."
I was going to second 74. Or you could say you're an "independent scrawler."
"Neb Nosflow is an independent writer with core interests in the human-machine gestalt and the anonymization of the digital Other."
"In this timeline Neb Nosflow has yet to be bitten by a radioactive spider."
I'm honestly strongly tempted by "dependent scholar".
"Who's the white codependent scholar who's like a sex machine to all the chicks. Neb! Neb!"
Also, congrats on the paper being accepted.
Neb Nosflow declares a interest in the affairs of the Mind known as ROU Psittacosis, owing to a contractual arrangement whereunder he serves from time to time as its meat-avatar, but is forbidden under same arrangement from disclosing whether he is in fact serving such function at any specific moment.
I'm honestly strongly tempted by "dependent scholar".
Who's your patron, baby?
"Works in the software industry as a Code Pendent Scholar"
You mean "Code Pedant Scholar"
"Neb Nosflow is an independent scholar. He has been told that his testicles are unusually large."
A NEB ther was of Unfogged also,
That unto logyk hadde longe ygo.
As leene was his hors as is a rake,
And he nas nat right fat, I undertake,
But looked holwe and therto sobrely.
Ful thredbare was his overeste courtepy;
For he hadde geten hym yet no benefice,
Ne was so worldly for to have office.
For hym was levere have at his beddes heed
Twenty bookes, clad in blak or reed,
Of Javascrpt and of Assembie,
Than robes riche, or fithele, or gay sautrie.
But al be that he was a programmer,
Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre;
But al that he myghte of his freendes hente,
On hookers and on blow he it spente,
And bisily code for the goals preye
Of hem that yaf hym wherwith to scoleye.
Of studie took he moost cure and moost heede.
Noght o word spak he moore than was neede,
And that was seyd in forme and reverence,
And short and quyk, and ful of hy sentence;
Sownynge in moral vertu was his speche,
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
But al that he myghte of his freendes hente,
On hookers and on blow he it spente,
Stunned applause for 93
Noght o word spak he moore than was neede,
I know some people who might dispute that.
(But, that aside, thunderous showers of applause.)
Ok, I guess it's less impressive than ignorant I thought at first, but still.
93 was great until the "opinionated" signature.
97: I like that you quibble with that but not the hookers and blow.
I wonder if anyone who sees a program at the SF Ballet and thinks "oh that might be interesting, I might go to that" actually does go after seeing what the ticket prices are, or if someone who isn't already a confirmed ballet fan just needs exceptionally high-grade curiosity to make it all the way through the ticket-purchasing process.
I also wonder what this is about: "Standing room ticket holders may enter the Opera House starting one hour and 10 minutes prior to the performance, at the Grove Street doors on the south side of the Opera House, or at any door one hour prior to the performance." What's so special about that ten-minute interval?
The opera sells standing room only tickets?
The ballet, which performs in the opera house, does.
The probably must if they don't carry in folding chairs.
I don't think I've ever watched culture except while seated.
I wonder if you can figure out the ten-minute thing with one visit, or if it takes more than one to see a pattern. I guess you could also ask someone who knows.
I like that you quibble with that but not the hookers and blow.
You know what they say, don't look gift hookers and blow in the mouth.
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So this is pretty crazy. We're on vacation in Portugal, and the minister of culture is forced to resign after posting on Facebook that he wants to slap the faces of the journalists who wrote a critical article about him. Which, in the age of Trump, actually seems pretty mild, but fair enough! Anyway, then last night my stepfather-in-law gets announced as new minister. Now I feel extra embarrassed to not know any Portuguese yet...
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It's just Spanish with a bad accent.
111: Just memorize "Só Danço Samba" from the Getz/Gilberto album. People will either swoon and ask you to dance, or think you're crazy.
When I hear the word "culture", I reach for my German-Portuguese dictionary.
103: Well it's not like you can have a mosh pit right there in the middle of a bunch of chairs. People get get really hurt that way.
Who is the Camoes of the Russians?
Seems kind of more cut-and-dried that I was thinking.
See, if your stepfather-in-law were the culture minister of Portugal you would have already known that.
Who is the minister of culture of Russia?
I was looking for the old thread where Stanley mentioned the Gotye video about the synthesizer (still a good song and video, btw) and came across this aere perennius OG comment.
122: in Russia, culture ministers you!
111
So...any opportunities for graft? Or do you have to lay low until the Panama papers stuff dies down?
The culture ministry doesn't seem like one of the more lucrative parts of the Portuguese government for graft purposes.
128 no, probably not, but maybe he can fund Miguel Gomes' next film.
That seems like the sort of thing the culture ministry could just do itself (if it has any money right now, which I doubt). No need to go through a complex process of embezzlement and money laundering.
All praise to 93. Also yay, Portugal.
I will defer to your expertise on entertainment law and finance.
Just because you live a life of crime doesn't mean the Bundespräsident has to too.
Lawrence won a Golden Globe for best actress in a comedy or musical, in this dress, while menstruating.
HOW THE OTHER FOUR NOMINEES GOT IN MY DRESS I'LL NEVER KNOW.
I don't think I've ever watched culture except while seated.
Let's everyone post the most unlikely posture in which they have watched culture. I'll start: I've attended an opera while up a tree.
As to the question, I just saw* Chinese opera, being performed on an improvised stage on the side of a road. The audience watches from lawn chairs on the other side of the street, traffic whizzing in between.
*Or rather, accidentally gatecrashed while walking home.
That sounds ideal, not least because the traffic noise would probably stop you hearing the music. Bayreuth should try something similar.
Everything you need to know about Florida, the part of the Republican Party that is supposed to be the sane part, Starbucks, and the problems of contemporary journalism*. lRight here.
* Because of autolaunch sound.
Not me, but my mother was briefly posted to Hamburg in 1946, which city had been essentially flattened in the preceding years, including the auditorium of the Stadt-Theater. But some of the stage area had survived, though open to the elements, and they had erected a makeshift stage at one end of the stage, as it were, with the audience standing/sitting on the rest, and were offering a production of Hamlet in platdeutsch. My mother was extremely impressed.
141: One would think so, but this particular troupe has enthusiastically adopted modern amplification techniques. Also, disco lights.
Like usual, the Germans were trying to hard.
"See, we're a land of culture and Goethe and willing appropriators of the cultural fruits of the people who just defeated us. That whole genocide/WWII thing was nothing to worry about."
142: he's still looking good for the 2020 nomination.
I'm voting Hillary in that one also.
The only time I had to address the question "what does a young chap do for fun in central Frankfurt on a wet Tuesday evening in February?" I ended up in an English-language performance of "The Importance of Being Earnest". The audience was full of Germans, all laughing at the jokes. I was impressed.
It's hard not to laugh at a whole play built around a pun.
I should clarify 148 by pointing out that I ended up in the audience. It wasn't that their original Canon Chasuble was unable to appear due to a tragic bratwurst accident and I had to step in at the last minute, or anything like that.
150: With your literary gifts? Disappointing.
IIRC correctly, the happy ending has the guy marrying a woman he raised and somehow that wasn't what struck people as creepy about Wilde.
His propensity for duels with wallpaper was a lot more memorable.
"Sure, you could look around until you find a woman who suits you to be a wife, but it's much easier just to make one."
Victorians were raised on the classics, so were totally used to that story. Wilde was radically progressive in having the woman being an actual person instead of an ivory statue.
152: I don't think you do RC; Jack's ward, Cecily, marries Jack's dissolute friend Algernon. Jack himself marries Gwendolyn. You're getting confused by them both ending up being called Ernest. Marrying one of your wards was frowned on in late-Victorian society:
The Law's the true embodiment
Of everything that's excellent.
It has no kind of fault or flaw-
And I, my lords, embody the Law.
The constitutional guardian I
Of pretty young Wards in Chancery,
All very agreeable girls - and none
Is over the age of twenty-one.
A pleasant occupation for
A rather susceptible Chancellor!
CHORUS OF PEERS: A pleasant occupation for
A rather susceptible Chancellor!
But though the compliment implied
Inflates me with legitimate pride,
It nevertheless can't be denied
That it has its inconvenient side.
For I'm not so old, and not so plain,
And I'm quite prepared to marry again,
But there'd be the deuce to pay in the Lords
If I fell in love with one of my Wards:
Which rather tries my temper, for
I'm such a susceptible Chancellor!
CHORUS: Which rather tries his temper, for
He's such a susceptible Chancellor!
And every one who'd marry a Ward
Must come to me for my accord:
So in my court I sit all day,
Giving agreeable girls away,
With one for him - and one for he -
And one for you - and one for ye -
And one for thou - and one for thee -
But never, oh, never, a one for me!
Which is exasperating for
A highly susceptible Chancellor!
CHORUS: Which is exasperating for
A highly susceptible Chancellor!
You're getting confused by them both ending up being called Ernest.
My bad.
NOT AS PROGRESSIVE AS ME!
SHAW'S PREFACES ARE SO LONG THAT THEY ACTUALLY ACHIEVE THE REMARKABLE FEAT OF MAKING ONE EAGER FOR HIS PLAYS TO START.
"Sure, you could look around until you find a woman who suits you to be a wife, but it's much easier just to make one."
See 1985's Weird Science* for the definitive take on this.
*Although Real Genius from the same year is a much better film in the Wacky Young Science Nerds genre.
What's so special about that ten-minute interval?
If you assume that there are a limited number of primo SRO spots--good sight lines, something to lean on, near the intermission bar--then it makes perfect sense: people in the know will get to the side entrance promptly and get to the good spots, while the uninitiated will enter via any entrance 10 minutes (or more) later, and end up in lesser seats.
Granted, the fact that they advertise the ten minute interval makes the knowledge a bit less esoteric, but it probably still works as a way for cheapskate regulars to get a leg up on hoi polloi.
The first opera I saw, I had standing room tickets. La Traviata in Vienna. I was underwhelmed, but that might have been just my annoyance at standing.
Another reason would be to ensure that a queue forms at only a single, peripheral location.
end up in lesser seats.
Or, rather, stands.
Years ago, I saw Sondheim's version of The Frogs performed in a Victorian public swimming baths in West London. It was one of the hottest, most humid summers ever in London, and by the end of the evening the audience were drenched in sweat, quite as wet as the cast but without the relief of being able to jump into the pool.
150: I recently heard one of the best "had to step in" stories ever. The scene is 1944, somewhere in India. A well-known British ballet company [which one suppressed for presidentiality] is touring the CBI theatre of war, entertaining the troops (note: was Keynes somehow involved with this implausibly highbrow program? who knows, I wouldn't put it past him).
Pianist goes sick at the last minute, junior officer who plays is drafted in. Dates are saved. Then it gets weird. Junior officer falls deeply in love with principal dancer. Company moves on, unit deployed elsewhere, our man tries to kill himself for love but fails and survives.
Roll forward a few years. They randomly meet in the street in central London. And get married. And then divorce some years later, because this ain't the movies.
165: I feel that should win, but I don't understand it.
I suppose it is a bit incomprehensible unless you know that Sondheim and Shrevelove originally wrote The Frogs to be performed in the swimming pool at Yale. In London it was put on in some utterly wonderful Victorian swimming baths, with the original changing rooms round the sides used as part of the set. Now, of course, the building been converted into luxury flats.
was Keynes somehow involved with this implausibly highbrow program? who knows, I wouldn't put it past him
It's normally safe to assume that Keynes was involved with pretty much anything that happened in 1940s Britain.
And this doesn't sound implausibly highbrow - remember you had things like the Army Bureau of Current Affairs, going round raising the general intellectual tone by organising discussions among squaddies about the Beveridge Report or the central role of nationalisation in a post-war social democratic state. (Imagine trying to get that going these days. Rock up at Shaibah logistics base, "right, gather round, lads, head-dress off, we're going to have a chat about how Private Finance Initiatives work".)
Ballet's no less accessible than that and also has nice music and pretty girls in tights.
I suppose Keynes being married to a ballet dancer makes his involvement even more probable/possible.
After reading Camille Paglia's chapter on "The Importance of Being Earnest" in "Sexual Personae," I'm convinced she's unaware that the play was supposed to be funny.
Keynes was chair of the wartime CEMA (Council for the Encouragement of Music and the Arts) which became the Arts Council and did organise ballet tours for war workers but not, I don't think troops - I think that was ENSA.
Imagine trying to get that going these days. Rock up at Shaibah logistics base, "right, gather round, lads, head-dress off, we're going to have a chat about how Private Finance Initiatives work"
The problem is surely that if you succeeded in explaining PFI to the troops, you'd be arrested for trying to start a military coup.
173. ENSA was one such outfit. ENSA performers were civilians though (I find to my surprise it was technically organised under NAAFI). Members of the armed forces such as Spike Milligan and my mum were in things like Stars in Battledress (not the band). It's all been streamlined since.
"Only other ranks were allowed to be in the cast. Officers had to be producers."
"Grandpa, how did we beat the Germans."
"Culture and acronyms, son. Lots and lots of acronyms."
I know what people are thinking. The Russians did most of the work, once they had to. But I'm going to assume anybody who calls something SMERSH was the world leader in acronyms.
It wasn't that their original Canon Chasuble was unable to appear due to a tragic bratwurst accident and I had to step in at the last minute, or anything like that.
To to lose a second Chasuble would have been carelessness.
Or coincidence. The third time it's enemy action.
SmerSh was the acronym for Smert' Shpionam - Death to Spies - which is not only a great acronym but a fairly impressively punchy name for something that at other points of its life was called rather boring things like the Federalnaya Sluzhba Bezopastnost or the Narodny Komissariat Vnutrennikh Dyel'.
To to lose a second Chasuble would have been carelessness.
If it had too many orphreys on it, it might be a blessing in disguise.
180 has crossover potential:
"I hope you don't expect me to talk."
"My dear Mr Bond, at this point the only thing worse than having my secret master plan talked about by an agent of British Intelligence would be not having my secret master plan talked about by an agent of British Intelligence."
"I wish I'd said that, Goldfinger."
"You will, Mr Bond, you will."
Deliberately leaking a secret master plan was actually quite an effective British strategy. It wasn't *the* secret master plan, true, just *a* secret master plan, but the enemy didn't know that.
Has there been a discussion in this thread about how Unlogged has changed from discussing dating lifeguards and sex to old people issues?
We could post about old people dating lifeguards?
Except the old people look young because they're vampires.
Anyway, I'll see what I can do to make the blog more exciting.
I am old but unlikely to date a lifeguard. I deactivated my okcupid account last week because it's all too depressing.
Is there a "Meh, maybe, Cupid" site?
Anyway, there are lifeguards older than me at the city pools.
"Cupid_May_Possibly_Return_Your_Call_When_He_Wakes_Up.com"
Or they look older than me because of all the time in the sun.
Back pain! Am I right??
Good shoes are the best!
Dating someone who has teenage kids.
Insomnia.
Prepaid tuition?
My back is good.
Yes. My feet always hurt.
I'm not supposed to date.
Rarely. I'm usually exhausted.
I'm hoping he tests well.
My back was OK until I was thrown to the ground by an automatic door on a driverless train;
One of my feet has a neuropathy which has defeated medical science;
I no longer feel even the theoretical urge to date;
Exhaustion doesn't prevent insomnia IME;
No kids but niece and nephew need all the help they can get, and they won't get it.
196 is a terrible limerick from the points of view of both form and content.
Maybe it's the drinking that keeps me sleeping well, not the constant state of near exhaustion.
181: The apartheid-era spy agency in SA was the Bureau of State Security, which makes for a pretty boss acronym.
I don't think I've ever had footwear that zippered.
That stuff's piffle, will. The question that cuts right to the heart of anyone 47 and bald is 'what will your personal retirement look like?'
My back will probably be better after a few days (having been tweaked yesterday morning in the process of flinging heavy things around); see above re: shoes; nothing to report on the dating front because dq keeps temporizing on finding someone for me; not an insomniac and not paying for anyone's education, even my own, hooray.
Not being an insomniac doesn't prevent me from being generally exhausted, though.
200: I'm not sure I trust you after the chicken pot pie recommendation, but 201 is a compelling argument.
My retirement looks pretty good and I hope will be better when I'm 47. My back is awful but not bad enough that I want to see a doctor to see if my spine's moving again, just regular awful. I wear these shoes a lot because they make me happy, though I'd really rather have some sort of Liberty paisley probably. Um, what else? I'm not opposed to dating someone with teenagers but also not doing so at the moment. Exhaustion is mostly winning over insomnia, but with plenty of both to go around. I'm not even thinking about college yet, sorry. Supposedly some of it will be paid by the state if our governor hasn't burned all the universities to the ground by then.
Shoes only make me happy if they don't exacerbate chronic ankle pain.
I think I must have a bone spur but don't want to get that confirmed because if I had surgery I would be have limited mobility for weeks and I'm not even a historian.
I don't think I'd want to date a Life Guard.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life_Guards_%28United_Kingdom%29
Violin player, yes. But she's a terrible swimmer.
208.1: tbqh I haven't had a pot pie in ove 25 years, probably.
Retirement? What does that word mean?
Prob very active.
185 I'm definitely middle-aged and after a disastrous divorce followed by a decade-long dry spell I'm now having the absolute best most incredibly mind-blowing sex of my life. But it's not with a lifeguard.
I mean, if you can get your partner to take some water safety classes, they can be grandfathered in.
Or you have to use the pool noodle.
Lifeguard fetish is fine and normal. Water wings fetish is something you prob want to explore in therapy. Maybe that's too judgey.
If it's not interfering with your life, no need for therapy.
My back's great since I started including a little weightlifting for back muscles into my sporadic exercise routine a few years back.
Thick soles and at least a little arch support, basically.
I'm one more for being exceptionally satisfied lately-- I don't see much to write about that though. Jokes about flexibility I guess? Dietary suggestions to mitigate refractory period? No idea. She swims pretty regularly.
Maybe monogamy vs dating more people is a possible discussion-- variety seems nice in the abstract. In practice many people, even kind of attractive ones, are unpleasant or crazy when you get to know them. Also, it takes me a while to be able to relax enough to trust a new person, so frequent change is emotionally exhausting. Moreover, I'm middle-aged, so mostly new people are initially strangers rather than friends of friends or something. That's a change from younger days.
I always wanted so see a credit/disclaimer like, 'Neb Nosflow, the author, wishes to emphasize that the views expressed in the
article are not the views of Neb Nosflow; the views are just stuff he wrote.'
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