Epic things happened on 11-19-08 and 11-20-08. They burned their way into my brain during an epically tough time, so I'll never forget them. Why are they coming up now? No idea. They just popped into my head.
I'm currently brain grinding through a 3-day Bunnython. That poor kid is so wacked with norovirus, uti, and pink eye (what the heck, let's throw in snotty allergies because tree season is starting early here) that there's just no other way. While I have no brain, I'm doing mundane chores like plowing out a mountain of cobblestone, stripping and tiling over bedrock, harvesting pumpkins and setting up chicken pens, and reorganizing my storage. I'm doing dishes and laundry, too, but that's just real life.
Anyway, I felt curious about what I was up to around that epic time, and of course the only thing public after those events is an old beat up survey, parts of which I'll share because I'm too brain dead to pontificate.
50) If you could go back in time, how far back would you go? All the way. All the dang way.
And of course, there were other fans who were utterly swept up the same way I was. They lifted me up in the dark and carried me through the abyss on their wings of imaginations, techabilities, and obsessions.
24) Have you ever had a panic attack? It lasted about 4 1/2 years.
We still find each other in the deep dark. We follow the light into our glowing monitors and see each others' souls.
16) Did you have a dream last night? It had me. They wait for me in the night. I fear them. I try to stay awake as long as I can, but they come after me, hunt me down. They grapple me, taunt me, abuse me against my will. And they never, ever turn out like I wish they would.
What we find saves us in ways people around us can't even imagine.
12) What TV show could you watch over and over again? Even I have my limits. And I think we all know I can far outlast anyone I know in the over and over department.
And we go there. We step over the lines, leap off the cliffs, reach for stars we can barely see, and hope someone out there cares.
10) Do you believe in God? I think it’s amusing that people feel compelled to announce a *disbelief* in God. If you have to go out of your way to make sure someone knows you don’t believe in God, it’s quite possible his existence is bugging the crap outa you, and that alone is making him a little too real for you to handle. If you don’t want God to exist, stop saying his name and fighting against it. I, for one, attempted atheism and failed miserably, because every time I flop on my face I find myself thinking of God and begging and making deals with the guy. If you haven’t faced imminent horrible death, don’t worry, you’ll have your chance to test this.
11) Have you ever thought about converting your religion? “Pure and undefiled religion before God and the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their trouble, and to keep oneself unspotted from the world.” James 1:27
Now that we’ve defined ‘religion’, I see no reason to change it. Maybe the problem with people changing their religions is that they have no idea what it means in the first place.
*I* care.
6) Can you handle the truth?
People can’t handle me being truthful. Most people don’t want the real truth. Most people want to find out they were Egyptian or famous or a sheepdog in their past lives, I’ve never heard of anyone thinking they might have been Plato. Personally, I think I know the guy. Like Einstein has said, All times are now.
And isn’t it a bad thing to be deceived about the truth, and a good thing to know what the truth is? For I assume that by knowing the truth you mean knowing things as they really are. (Plato)
The philosopher is in love with truth, that is, not with the changing world of sensation, which is the object of opinion, but with the unchanging reality which is the object of knowledge. (Plato)
Truthfulness. He will never willingly tolerate an untruth, but will hate it as much as he loves truth. … And is there anything more closely connected with wisdom than truth? (Plato)
What is at issue is the conversion of the mind from the twilight of error to the truth, that climb up into the real world which we shall call true philosophy. (Plato)
The object of knowledge is what exists and its function to know about reality. (Plato)
The underlying truth to all reality, though, as such, is represented in this one super condensed realization...
5) Last myspace message you received?
Egads, I keep forgetting about myspace.
So my brain is enjoying *trewth*. I hope your brains enjoy things this weekend.
the metaphorical cornerstone of what will soon be Yablo's Evil Lair
My brain was so flatlined last night that I didn't even think about putting coffee grounds in. This morning I got a pot of hot water. I went back to bed while Scott made real coffee.
Sometimes I wake up and think things like "I haven't had french toast in five years." A couple of you just ran off to make french toast. I could feel smug about those 6 pounds staying off, but I'm afraid I'll jinx myself.
Have you ever made a mistake just so you could feel miserable?
Recrimination is not my strong point. I suck at baiting myself psychologically. People who feed off their own emotions like a drug mystify me. I’m terribly Vulcan in that regard.
Actually scrolled through an article about why Adam Sandler sucks before I could make myself get up again this morning, and that's after the real coffee was ready. They're right, I hadn't even heard of the other movies he made last couple of years. He's got his own little rat pack going. That's cute, isn't it, a Hollywood rat pack. I still liked Pixels, though. Someone needed to do that.
srsly, how stupid is this? I can't stop laughing
I know, you just caught that, too, right? I couldn't get out of bed this morning. That's about the rarest thing that ever happens to me.
I have been a very mixed up person on Minecraft. I have a Mojang account, a Minecraft account, a MoCreatures account, a MoCreatures wiki account, and then there are realms and multiplayer and singleplayer and two different IDs I toggle between. Somewhere in all that, several weeks ago when the new 1.9 came out, it was buggy and I reset back to 1.8.9 and lost being able to get back into Kai's realm, so yesterday, during the lowest IQ day I've had in possibly a couple of years, I accidentally fumbled around and got that all back in order and got back into the original Rivyndell. I didn't get any snips or vids, but I went through the portal behind my temple and was just wowed, and the whole time I was thinking I have a friend who does this cool stuff. I was missing so much all these years. I have so much to catch up on and catch up to.
Most of my life has been about winding up with the wrong people in the wrong places doing the wrong things. I see other people doing what they love with people they love and feel mystified by how that happens. Kai said it best- You just have to meet the right people. It's easy to get sucked in by an emotional vampire. And then I nailed why it keeps happening- I was raised to feel guilty and serve others, perfect pairing. Disentangling and disengaging are as hard as addictions to deal with, live with, and continue with. The whole behavior modification thing has gone multidimensional with internet connections now. Our social mapping extends so far into virtual space now that real space takes a back seat.
We both circumvented the Pit of Despair in different directions and met back around on the far side.
Fans continue to blow me away with the depths of their souls, but the ones who create aren't usually the ones who connect. I get more out of FANS than I do out of the industry itself.
Imagine if we'd had internet back in the beginning... This is pretty much how I came away from The Force Awakens.
It's gotta be about more than watching other people create TV shows and movies. We're here to create ourselves, not to be molded by someone else's ideas of sales gimmicks.
One of my fave games ten years ago was Hell of Sand Falling. My java is super screwed here on old lappy and I haven't been able to get to it for at least 3 years, but it was the perfect visualization game for anyone who loves thinking about population spread or ecosystem imbalances. You start with four basic elements- sand, salt, water, and oil. You get a list of tools to choose from to create complex interactions, like plant growth (only grows when it touches water, killed by fire), fire (burns oil, put out by salt), wax (impenetrable by oil and water, also burns up in fire), you get the picture, there were more. The elements falling are continual, but you can direct what happens and the ways they might mix with your tools. My fave part was creating pockets of oil mixed with other elements and starting a fire in one corner and watching how the fire moved across the game. The fire can burn only when it directly touches flammable pixels, and as it burns oil or wax, structures collapse and either make it spread faster or actually even put it out.
I felt that happening in my body yesterday.
As long as the crud was staying all in my head and not going too much below jaw level, it was tolerable. Even with exploding ears and a water balloon filling up my brain, it was tolerable. I messaged my doctor on Tuesday just in case. I didn't want to, way too many antibiotic probs and I knew this time we'd be trying a new one. (Nothing like asking your doctor for a holter with an antibiotic that has heart rhythm warnings on it, so he wants me to stop taking it.) Tuesday evening the balance tipped and swallowing water was like swallowing hot razor blades. Not sure how I slept at all.
Yesterday was @bonenado day, lotta x-rays bcuz #felloutofatree, probably really lucky they didn't have him transported to ER. His nurse actually got upset when she saw his leg. No, he won't let me take a picture. I waited to pick my script up along with his after his appointment, and it was like the race was on- I could feel the germ invasion get that toehold and start down my bronchials. By the time I got the first pill down with lunch, my upper chest was on fire. And then the hour after the first pill was like squeezing all my tissues like a sponge and flinging fluid everywhere. A sprinkler shaped like a head would be about right. But it didn't last long, and now I'm on 12 hour counts between doses, feeling the surges and fall backs, and it is World War II in there this morning.
And now @bonenado is getting this on top of all his injuries. I really feel for him. It's not very often we both croak off at the same time. Plus we woke up to snow showers and I'm so glad I cooked ahead Tuesday, because today is going to be long and miserable.
By the way, ceftin screws your blood sugar if you're diabetic. Whee.
Everything hurts. Dragging out in my pajamas and laying face down in the falling snow feels appropriate right now.
My ears hurt too bad to care about youtube. You're on your own today. Oh, context. I was telling Scott about the flashbacks of my childhood I've been having this week, and he goes "No wonder you never say anything." One of my eardrums blew out twice by the time I was 6. By my teens I'd stopped mentioning when I felt sick since we didn't go to doctors, and regularly suffering through insanely high fevers and delirium was expected. The worst two flashbacks were my granddad holding my face and force swabbing my throat with iodine, and my dad showing my mom how to dribble olive oil into our sinuses with nose droppers so it would coat the back our our throats and how it was all I could do not to scream the first time I ever felt that, and when I tried to get up my dad held me down and poured more in. We never got pain pills or anything else, and the closest thing I got to comfort at all was ear drops (olive oil and wintergreen) warmed up on a spoon on the stove and drizzled into my ears and then cotton stuffed in. Kids at school with cotton in their ears were treated pretty badly, so I always pulled my cotton out on the bus before I got there. "in pain" survey is POV context what it's like being sick on autism spectrum. Of course, I wasn't aware as I did the survey that I was just starting a massive weeks long slide into CMV hell.
Imagine growing up going through strep and mono and whatever else without going to doctors. This is why I let things get so bad before I go in, sometimes weeks of throbby spikey ear pain before I finally have them checked. You know how in winter they say bring your pets in? People worry about their feet walking in the snow when they go out, so there's little booties for dogs now. We lived next door to a pit bull that was chained in one spot for years, through all kinds of weather, and Scott would take straw over and stuff into his house, and many times would tromp out in the dark with our leftovers and check on that dog. The dog eventually went deaf, I can only assume from the severe cold he made it through. I know my ears have always hurt real bad out in even cool wind ever since I was a little kid. I think about animals outside and the first thing I think of is their ears, and maybe how bad their earaches are from being in miserable below zero wind chills. I see people post pix of cats doing hard faceplants on the couch or against a wall and they think it's funny, but my first thought is massive headache and they don't know what else to do, because I've done that. As an ASD person, I've even bumped my head on a wall over and over during bad headaches. I see people drag toddlers out in cold like this without coats or hats because they're just 'running in' somewhere, but you know they'll be in a clinic later with a screaming kid having earaches. Seriously, nice mom in a down coat got out of a CRV and carried a barefoot child without so much as a sweater through 20 degree weather late one night.
*wrestling the keyboard back from my ears* No! My blog! Go get your own blog! I clearly need an escape plan... I often think of switching bodies with other people when mine is being extra sucky.
Turkey Day unlocked, and now on to the terrifying steepest part of the freefall that is the Holiday Slide before the big fling into the New Year. I have changed my laptop wallpaper accordingly.
Loveliest. Turkey Day. Ever. I got a whole hour of alone time and then probably not even two hours of visitors. I actually saw most of the parade and barely ate a thing. I got the best part of the turkey, after the big bits are cut away and the tenderest juiciest parts are left on the bones. After that I got a real nap and woke up to an empty house. It was an aspienado dream come true.
I feel kinda dichotomized. Part of me is still doing pretty ok, which is fantastic and really unusual for this time of year. The other part of me is ready to go back in time and rip apart the parts of history that inspired the creation of Thanksgiving in the first place. Oh, nothing, just feeling hateful for no reason that I can think of, unless my entire past history of Thanksgivings crowding into my head all at once alla sudden without warning caught me by surprise and being hateful is just a self defense maneuver keeping me from swan diving into the infinite depths of paralyzing depression. Yeah, I like it when I say it like that, that's it. I'm hateful because I'm saving myself from the paralyzing depths of depression. Someone high five your monitor with me. Everyone else #bumpit.
I've got that wallpaper rotating with this one.
Many years ago this was a greeting card someone created.
The original designer is gone now.
Alas.
Festivus was a fun cult thing, now it's becoming mainstream. Raise your hand if you've read, purchased, and given as giftsthe original book before it became a cool thing. (That's right, I'm raising my hand.)
I usually put surveys on Surveypalooza. Well, this is a really old one that was never public. I'm putting it here in public for the first time ever. Surveys have been a really fantastic way for me to focus through all those crazy feelings crashing around through the years.
March 30, 2008
My Parents Little Secrets!
Lets Start With Me...
My Name Is::I loathe my real name. It's so common that I regularly get my prescriptions, dry cleaning, doctor scheduling, and even my voter registration mixed up with at least 5 other "me's" in the area, and I could never publish under my real name because there are already 3 other people doing that. On top of that, I spent my childhood having the same name as my cousin, who was a couple of years older than me. Now, who in their right mind gives their child the same name as their sibling's child??? Good grief. So, I have made up my own name for myself. And guess what, it's so unique that
You can try this out atHow Many of Me. And no, I'm not going to tell you what that name is because I don't want there to be two of me. Guess I'm a little paranoid about that now.
(Yes, we all know now there is only one Janika Banks because I have this posted in widgets on several blogs. Here on Pinky blog it's in the footer.)
Were You Planned or an Accident?:I was told, after I had my own child, that I was a surprise that cannon balled into existence right after my mom miscarried another child. That really gave me the willies, thinking that another child had died so I could live.
How old are you now?:Too old to run through a sprinkler shrieking with joy. That makes me sorta sad.
Were your parents married when you were conceived/born?:They have always been the most married people I have ever known. I can't even begin to explain how loaded that sentence is. Imagine a rebel Mennonite pseudo-science weirdo farmer and a scattered psycho-nut joining in holy matrimony. Nothing against my parents *ahem*, but that was one strange childhood.
Where do you live?:Next door to a really nice chicken.
Do you hate your parents right now?: I am appalled that you would even ask. Just kidding. No, it's kinda hard to hate old geezer people who honestly believe they are absolutely right about everything, no matter how ludicrous they sound in the face of modern science and the information age. It's funny how me getting older changes all that. I just hope I don't ever look like that to my own kids.
Do u get along with your parents right now?:I let Dad talk to me by the hour about the tribulation starting in the next 3 years. I kinda hope he gets to 'go' before then because he will be so extremely disappointed if it doesn't happen. He's been looking forward to the end of the world all his life. He's 78.
Are you expected to get good grades in school?:Dad was upset when I went to college, said I would be brainwashed. He could have cared less about my grades. My mom rarely even brought it up. I have no idea if she ever had any idea what I even studied.
What happens if you do/dont?:The higher the grades, the more I was being brainwashed.
Do you go to public places with your parents?:Not any more. I still don't know if I'd be able to hang out with Dad very long in Walmart without being embarrassed half to death to find us having a deep discussion about something politically incorrect that he might completely misconstrue and know terribly little about but of course he'd be absolutely right, and passers by would shoot looks at me. Last time I was with Mom in Walmart (after she started having the smaller strokes, before the big ones put her in the nursing home), she threw this weird little fit in the aisle with Nair removal stuff and scared a guy walking through, he practically scuttled away. It's kinda funny to think back on it now, but at the time it was a little unnerving. Kinda iced the ol' psycho mom through my childhood cake, only it turned into psycho gramma in Walmart. All the same, I always enjoyed going out to eat with them. Dad once picked his teeth with one of those long skewers from a sticker pot at a really nice Chinese restaurant. That was probably the closest those waiters had ever come to a genuine cowboy. I could tell we were being watched.
Have they ever embarassed you?:You mean before that when they were sorta saner and younger? Con-stant-ly. I did my best to embarrass my mom right back with subtle but odd mannerisms in public places.
Have you ever lied to your parents? If so.. About what?:It's an interesting bit of trivia that even though aspies are born feeling compelled to be truthful, I learned to lie to my own parents to survive, especially my mom. I'm a pretty good liar. It doesn't come naturally, and I don't like it, but I'm serious about the psycho-nut thing. As for Dad, sometimes you just have to get the guy to stop talking or change the subject. You can't imagine how exhausting it is to talk to someone who really truly believes that the overweight epidemic in this country is because people use too much lotion.
How often do you talk to your parents?:I cringe when Dad calls up and says "Here, talk to Mom" and then hands the phone to her. I challenge anyone on this earth to keep up a running dialogue for ten minutes straight with a parent who never before let you actually do the talking, when you know they are on the other end staring at a wall and don't remember who you are. Between that and Dad's latest obsession with public television channels being a complete and unchallenged source of world information that is severely lacking in UFO research nowadays, maybe about once a week.
Are your parents cool, or do they suck?:I've got everyone else's weirdo parents beat hands down. Give me some sunglasses and call me cool.
Do you ever start a fight between your parents?:If my parents were somewhat more normal, maybe we'd have had fights. Mostly it was just this mental thumb wrestling with aliens from other planets.
How many brothers/sisters do you have?:I was the oldest and totally displaced by each successive progeny (which other aspies also seem to take personally), so I refuse to count. It's ok, I'm over it now. *walking off without numbering them...*
Do they get more stuff than you?:The more I was displaced, the more attention and goodies the others got. But nowadays it's completely reversed, because I should be showing more support as the oldest child, but I live the furthest away and feel too yucky to get over there. So the others GIVE more of themselves than me. That feels strange.
Let’s get to know MOM & DAD a little better...
How old is MOM?:67, far too young to be completely disabled and vegetablized in a nursing home.
How old is DAD?:He'll be 80 in a year and a half. No medications, doesn't believe in doctors. Has some pretty weird ideas. He thinks the reason he's NOT diabetic is because he lived with Mom so long and became immune. Yes, he believes diabetes is contagious, that's why so many people have it. He's the last of a dying breed...
Do your parents work? What do they do for a living?:Dad drives in to 'work' every day to eat lunch with Mom at the nursing home. All the employees there greet him like one of them. He has a shining reputation for being the only man who has come in every day to see his wife for the last 3 years, practically unheard of. The staff treat him like royalty.
Do they fight about money or anything else?: OH, man, they used to fight. The arguments over every jot and tittle of the bible were ~end~less~, even though they both agreed on 95% of it.
Does MOM hang out with friends?:Dad cruises her around in her geri chair and they 'do lunch'.
Does DAD hang out with friends?:After Mom goes back to bed, Dad chases down the visiting preacher to argue the finer points of Revelations.
Do either of your parents go to church?:I grew up with major debates over what the definition of church was, and whether 'going' to one was actually wrong since God's people are the church. Mom went, Dad didn't. That made Dad bad, and Mom made sure that got hammered into our heads. I think she was evil in a tormented soul kind of way, innocent in her mental illness, although I was the first to break the ice and suggest such once I hit my 30's. In the end, I decided that if the 'good' Christian tortured the 'bad' Christian with anger and accusations for not performing a faith correctly, the 'good' Christian was worse than the 'bad' one. Aspie logic. Whether either one sits on a pew with any regularity is rather irrelevant in that light.
Have either of your parents ever been to jail?:Been TO, or been IN? There is a big difference. They were never arrested for anything as far as I know.
Have you ever drank alcohol with your parents?:I used to drink narcotic cough syrup behind their backs. That's about as wild as it got with my parents.
Would you like to follow in either of your parents footsteps?:Let's see, psycho nut or rebel psuedo-science Mennonite. Tough one.
Have your parents ever taken drugs?:Mom lived on darvocet for awhile and nearly destroyed her nose with dristan. Dad accidentally drank gasoline once. Do those count?
Do they have other children?:Yes, I believe I confessed the problem I had with other siblings showing up in my life. Or this could quite possibly be referring to kids from other marriages...? I couldn't have been so lucky.
Have they ever lost you in the store? Or misplaced you?:This is TRUE. They deliberately walked away from me in grocery stores to see what I'd do, at several different ages. I can't tell you how devastating this is to a child with autism spectrum disorder. Dad wanted to 'experiment'. He wanted to train me to think. I eventually got the point, and I've been very careful to teach it directly to not only my own children, but others as well-- if you are lost, STAY PUT. The more you walk around, the harder it is for someone to find you. Now, how hard was it to just SAY it???
Have either of your parents been divorced or married before?:Nope, there was complete and utter lack of experience on both sides.
Do they complain and nag at you alot?:Not any more. Not sure if Dad's 'advice' should be listed here, though.
Do they support things that you are interested in?:Dad thinks making a chicken blog is crazy. Why in the world would I want to do ~that~??
Do they encourage you to follow your dreams?:See above...
Do you sometimes wish that they would divorce?:I used to *pray* for them to get divorced. Don't get the wrong idea, it never got violent or abusive between them, unless you count Mom throwing something once in awhile. I was just sick to death of the constant seesaw of Dad's really skewed 'logic' vs. Mom's emotional roller coaster.
Anything else you think your friends should know about your parents?:"They were humans once." HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! I got that from the last survey taker, but you don't know the story. Anyway, I guess after all that I should insert that I had a lot of fun around holidays growing up because Mom kept us busy stringing popcorn or decorating cookies or eggs. I wish it could have been like that all the time, although it was still just busy work, not really interaction on a personal level. And I think you should know that I am so surprised that Dad actually buys and eats pizza now, after all those years he spent growing his own fruits, veggies, and animals, and worked us half to death processing it all to eat on all year. That just cracks me up. It's so weird to even think about, a 78 year old Mennonite farmer eating pizza.
Mom’s weakness?:She really sucked at being a drama queen.
Dad’s weakness?:It never dawned on him that Mom was trying to be a drama queen.
Hmm, nice place to end... No strengths? Oh, well.
I've had this song stuck in my head all day. I am super pro-world sharing because of stuff like this. Too bad my parents couldn't grow up with more.
Now I know what those other people in the med forums were talking about. +_+ Nothing like waking up at 2:30 a.m. wondering what in the world is going on now, and then remembering all the needle test sites. There's no way I'm going back to sleep. Wo, loads of cool stuff in a search for Sally Stitch's leg. If you can't sleep, this is the jackpot.
Youtube land is making my coffee weird. It's waaaaaay too early for coffee. This is going to be a long day.
All this public bloggy stuff keeps pulling me through a soul dredge I never expected. I'm going into the sixth month now.
Sorry, just found my way back out of deviantart. I forgot to bring you back a surprise because I was deep in thought again. Besides wondering why in the world my lips are so chapped alla sudden this week, where the mystery smell in the fridge is coming from, and whether I was too hasty telling @bonenado I'm not ready for a new phone yet (because he ordered one for himself and nyahed me), I keep wondering Why Ukraine? I mean, has someone over there actually cracked the not so stealthy subtext I keep veering madly off into the last 5+ months? Or is this a bot thing? I was really late getting Pinky blog hooked into google analytics, but now that I've got about a month under my belt I'm able to cross correlate a few dots with statcounter (omg statcounter is soooooo much more efficient, ripping out my eyeballs endlessly clicking through the stupid GA menus because I can't get individual synopses in nice little packets imagine me dragging my fingers down my face making my eyelids look creepy), but I'm getting a browser on it, so not a bot.
Ooookaaaayyy, nearly dragging the laptop off the table to get more coffee because headphones still around my neck. Oh, so this is a thing now. There you go, guys, just got your Christmas shopping novelty item out of the way. I think they'd probably take off in the States if those were Baphomet horns because that's so ragey lately. I grew up with goats. The whole idiotic counter Christian movement using goat symbolism thing is so a thousand years ago, you guys know that, right? (He was their Chtulhu du jour, basically.) Anyway, cat ears. On your headphones.
I mean, not to mock your belief system, I know that's politically incorrect. It's just, I know you must realize the whole church and state thing gets tremendously blurred around Baphomet. I know some of you are brainwashed nearly from birth and can't go around telling people you've actually eaten a sacrificial baby because the Jesus freaks all around you really don't get why the other side of the world is calling our country Satan and you'd rather not get beaten nearly to death for wearing a Batman t-shirt in the wrong culty neighborhood (that happened less than 50 miles from my house a few years ago), but if you really wanna be anti-church/state thingy, keep in mind that the pentagrams around your necks really aren't any different from the crosses around theirs. You're all branded cattle from the perspective of the belief system I was raised in.
That is probably where the brazenly stupid thing just kicked in. You guys'll see some awesome brazenly when the book comes out. I cross so many lines that there's no way I'll ever be able to reset my life back to default.
It would be easier just playing a game of chess with me.
Let's see if I can find something to drag me back down out off this trampoline. There is a line in this song that is part of why I disappeared for awhile. ~metaphorically~ But trew.
This public bloggy stuff. Srsly. That was too draggy downy. I need something jaunty. Get it? Johnty.
I am appalled that you would even ask. Just kidding. No, it's kinda hard to hate old geezer people who honestly believe they are absolutely right about everything, no matter how ludicrous they sound in the face of modern science and the information age. It's funny how me getting older changes all that. I just hope I don't ever look like that to my own kids. 
It's ok, I'm over it now. *walking off without numbering them...*
