Teh Squeaky Wheel
Happy Industrious Cat Tuesday, Gerbil Nation!
Of course now someone has to clean up all that snow that the cat just shoveled into the house. With cats it’s a mixed bag, at best.
No significant winds overnight, which means Mrs. Paddy got some sleep.
I’m going to meet with my pastor today to tell him my tale of woe. He’s not the same one I had when I first went through this scheisse, so he knows nothing of my situation. It will be good to have another set of ears and moar prayers as I go through this.
Good morning, Paddy. Glad you have someone to discuss this with, outside of your attorney. I’ll add my prayers for a quick and just outcome.
Thanks, Sven. I do appreciate it.
Good morning, GN.
Jordan Peterson was mostly, for me, a disappointment last night. A sold out venue, two nights in a row, with an interesting mix of ages and people -- lot of young adults. The event started with a British classical guitarist playing for 20 minutes, followed by his wife, Tammy, talking for about 10 minutes. Her topic was his Rule 5: Do not do what you hate. She described her role managing Jordan’s appearances and how she began to dislike the whole road life, wondering what was she getting out of it, and her decision to leave his tour and return home. She began praying and meditating about her unhappiness with the situation and what to do about it -- her prayers were answered with the instruction “Get your own room.” She returned to the tour, they got separate hotel rooms, and both were happier.
After listening to Dr. Peterson, I can understand why she needed her own space -- the man must be exhausting and more than a little annoying in normal life.
So Peterson hits the stage to thunderous applause. He begins with something he tweeted earlier that day: “Atheistic hedonists unconsciously worship Pan.” That was the basis of an hours long rambling discourse, little of which I understood. This was followed by answering three submitted questions, all three of which turned into more rambling responses.
The man has boundless energy, is obviously very intelligent, and appears to be fascinated and inquisitive about damn near anything. He has valuable insights, but for me his being all over the map made the event less than memorable. Mrs Sven tho seemed to enjoy it, so points for me for getting the tickets.
you really need serious academic chops--particularly with classics--to follow Jordan Peterson when he really gets going, some of which I have, and some of which I do not have, but he does encourage me to broaden my education.
What was the bowling ball/soccer ball thing?
was that a joke, or a real thing. I sense some broken feet in that story.
Hi dv8 (and Harper!)!
It was yesterday’s thread pic. A child steps up to a soccer ball on the sidewalk to kick it and ends up falling on top of the ball. To me, it looked like the ball had much more mass than the child anticipated, causing the fall. OTOH, the ball moved like you would expect a soccer ball to, not like a bowling ball.
I see. I couldn’t find a news story, but I did find a few prank videos where someone did that.
I had a look at the thread pic. (I’m on TOR again)
why do cats do what they do?
It’s a mystery.
Monday’s short shift was relatively uneventful. But the cottonwood and Camp Verde papers were bigger than they have been in a while. I think because of the guide to local businesses that were in them.
That probably means we’ll have a local business guide in the paper tonight making it pretty big as well.
I went and had a look at yesterday’s thread pic. I see my sweetheart was there.
Also…. I finally got a TOR circuit that allows me to see the thread pix. About 1 chance in 100. I guess if you get the USA and the NL in the final hops, you don’t get restricted.
Here’s a screenshot of the circuit:
it’s getting late, and I’m not feeling ready for work, at least not mentally. Otherwise, I feel just fine.