Irrational Bitching
Now that I'm in the middle of nowhere and doing all kinds of heavy physical labor around the property I'm starting to realize how stupid we probably look to our ancestors. They'd have to be thinking we're way lazy to have enough extra energy during the day to spend it accomplishing nothing like we do. And to actually pay someone else to do it.
"... and then I was forced to walk the Trail of Tears." - Elizabeth Warren
This is true, which might be why the thought crossed my mind where as it might not have 6 months ago.
Had to come check email because the creek is out (so no hunting) and it's been raining all day. Went to Paducah and bought some TEOTWAWKI supplies, but needed to come take care of things. Found a company to process my two does, but they seem to waste a LOT of meat. Didn't get back nearly the amount I did from the place that processed them in Memphis. So bought a table and bone saw and meat grinder and will process our future deer myself. Last day of modern rifle season, so might not be able to get any more unless I pick up a muzzle loader or get one with the crossbow before the end of the year.
I've actually been saying, "The crick is out" all day today.
Had to come check email because the creek is out (so no hunting) and it's been raining all day. Went to Paducah and bought some TEOTWAWKI supplies, but needed to come take care of things. Found a company to process my two does, but they seem to waste a LOT of meat. Didn't get back nearly the amount I did from the place that processed them in Memphis. So bought a table and bone saw and meat grinder and will process our future deer myself. Last day of modern rifle season, so might not be able to get any more unless I pick up a muzzle loader or get one with the crossbow before the end of the year.
I've actually been saying, "The crick is out" all day today.
"... and then I was forced to walk the Trail of Tears." - Elizabeth Warren
But seriously, speaking of our ancestors, civilization only got off the ground when technology reached the point where 1 person could produce enough food for 2 people.... leaving that second person free to do things other than produce food, like making pottery, or building houses, or building boats, or designing iPads. We're so far away from that, though, where even 1 in 1000 people need to do actual labor to survive, that we've probably reached some kind of tipping point. If only 1 American in 10k can live off the land if they had to, will there be enough people to survive the time of chaos when the grocery store shelves go bare? Dunno.
"Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid."
The point of civilization is making it so that shit happens less or not at all. I don't have time to learn to be a survivalist, have a job, etc. Just like I don't have time to learn pharma or apothecary to make medicine if that shit goes down. I'm not a professional UO mule.
Edited By Malcolm on 1448761560
Edited By Malcolm on 1448761560
Diogenes of Sinope: "It is not that I am mad, it is only that my head is different from yours."
Arnold Judas Rimmer, BSC, SSC: "Better dead than smeg."
Arnold Judas Rimmer, BSC, SSC: "Better dead than smeg."
So I am doing laps this morning.
Three lanes were roped off for laps, and peeps were using the other "lanes" for whatever.... generally open swim, but a few of us were also doing laps. Two old fat bitches were in the first 2 lanes, just fucking talking across the divider. I kept an eye on the lanes to see when I could jump in them, I get tired of dodging people just floating in the open area, on noodles, bicycling up and down the lanes super fucking slow, pretending to exercise. I saw the same fat old bitch in lane 1 just chatting up 3 different old people in lane 2, one at a time, and I saw her do maybe 2 laps the entire time. She ought to be banned for fucking life.
Three lanes were roped off for laps, and peeps were using the other "lanes" for whatever.... generally open swim, but a few of us were also doing laps. Two old fat bitches were in the first 2 lanes, just fucking talking across the divider. I kept an eye on the lanes to see when I could jump in them, I get tired of dodging people just floating in the open area, on noodles, bicycling up and down the lanes super fucking slow, pretending to exercise. I saw the same fat old bitch in lane 1 just chatting up 3 different old people in lane 2, one at a time, and I saw her do maybe 2 laps the entire time. She ought to be banned for fucking life.
"Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid."
Back when my gym had an indoor track, the bane of my day was trying to pass by the old motherfucking women, and it was ALWAYS exclusively old women moving so slowly that fucking starfish would outrun them, up to once every thirty seconds as they mistook talking for walking. Shit like that is why, "Respect your elders," is laughable. You don't get respect for being old. You might get some if you don't act like an oblivious douche all the time.
Diogenes of Sinope: "It is not that I am mad, it is only that my head is different from yours."
Arnold Judas Rimmer, BSC, SSC: "Better dead than smeg."
Arnold Judas Rimmer, BSC, SSC: "Better dead than smeg."
I've decided that next time fat old bitches are just talking in the lap lanes, they are getting cannonballed followed by some extremely obnoxious lane sharing as I splashy swim past them. It didn't occur to me this morning because being a dick is not in my nature, but it would be probably the simplest solution to the problem.
"Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid."
Went 2 hours later today due to the kid's school having a fog delay, so I got to see all new people in the gym.
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Outside of the track there's an area for pilates and stretching, so 3 4'x6' mats are provided that one can grab, lay down on the floor wherever, and do your stretching or whatever. Some big fat dude had 2 of them laid out side by side so he could have a 6'x8' surface to lay there and be fat. The 3rd mat was in use as well. Fuck you, huge fat guy.
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So I was going to grab a 45 pound dumbbell and hit one of the open benches and do some tricep/lat pullovers, and as I was going to grab it some bald dick grabbed both of them. Fine, I grabbed a 50. It was time to advance, anyway. So I do my first set with the 50, and he comes up and starts grabbing it and says "Dude can I borrow that?" I said, "You want to take the dumbbell I am using right now?" He says, "Yeah I need it for literally one second." Bemused by his dumbass use of "literally" I just let him take it, watched him for about 4 seconds, then just went back and grabbed the 45 I wanted in the first place. When he was done with the 2 50s, I noticed he passed them off to the other guy he was lifting with. "Literally one second." Fuck you.
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Outside of the track there's an area for pilates and stretching, so 3 4'x6' mats are provided that one can grab, lay down on the floor wherever, and do your stretching or whatever. Some big fat dude had 2 of them laid out side by side so he could have a 6'x8' surface to lay there and be fat. The 3rd mat was in use as well. Fuck you, huge fat guy.
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So I was going to grab a 45 pound dumbbell and hit one of the open benches and do some tricep/lat pullovers, and as I was going to grab it some bald dick grabbed both of them. Fine, I grabbed a 50. It was time to advance, anyway. So I do my first set with the 50, and he comes up and starts grabbing it and says "Dude can I borrow that?" I said, "You want to take the dumbbell I am using right now?" He says, "Yeah I need it for literally one second." Bemused by his dumbass use of "literally" I just let him take it, watched him for about 4 seconds, then just went back and grabbed the 45 I wanted in the first place. When he was done with the 2 50s, I noticed he passed them off to the other guy he was lifting with. "Literally one second." Fuck you.
"Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid."
I coined an awesome phrase today, but you have to read to the end to see what it was.
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So I've always thought of the ancient, fat people pretending to work-out up in my gym as "zombies," because they lumber from machine to machine (usually cutting me right the fuck off), and pretend to lift stuff, then move on not really having done anything but slow me down. And that's fine. They'll be dead soon anyway.
But today I went in to do my laps in the pool.... and I learned that when the local schools break for christmas vacation, all of their swimming teams meet in my pool to do their training, right at the time when I am coming in for lap swim. Instead of the typical "3 lanes roped off/the rest is open swim," they had the entire pool roped off for lanes, high school kids were kicking ass in all of them except one, and the last open lane was for shlubs like me. And that's kinda fine. These kids were impressive, 5 or 6 of them to a lane, swimming twice as fast as me, and were already at it for 90 minutes when I finally got to the pool, and none of the little shits were breathing hard.
Anyway, "Lap swim" was scheduled to end at 10:30, when it was time for an "old lady water aerobics" class to start.... when the old fat people get in the pool and pretend to exercise while socializing.
Now, I've mentioned this before, the old fuckers will take it upon themselves and start closing off lanes early, usually at about 10:15, even though their class doesn't start until 10:30. Typically they start moving the ropes, sometimes when I am actually in the lane, so they have max space to get in the pool to socialize before their official class/socialization hour starts. But today, they had 6 lanes of kids power swimming, and at 10:15 the old people in bathing suits were just all sort of standing at the pool edge slack jawed, looking stupid as well as old and fat, not quite sure how to take over the pool early. Half of them went to the benches to sit down and wait. About 10 of them decided to get in the pool anyway, in my lane, and just stand there staring at the other swimmers. In my lane. Where I was doing laps. Just standing there.
Mother god damned fuckers. It was at that time I though to myself, "I am overrun by The Floating Dead."
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I'm not sure my anger toward these people is so irrational, anymore.
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So I've always thought of the ancient, fat people pretending to work-out up in my gym as "zombies," because they lumber from machine to machine (usually cutting me right the fuck off), and pretend to lift stuff, then move on not really having done anything but slow me down. And that's fine. They'll be dead soon anyway.
But today I went in to do my laps in the pool.... and I learned that when the local schools break for christmas vacation, all of their swimming teams meet in my pool to do their training, right at the time when I am coming in for lap swim. Instead of the typical "3 lanes roped off/the rest is open swim," they had the entire pool roped off for lanes, high school kids were kicking ass in all of them except one, and the last open lane was for shlubs like me. And that's kinda fine. These kids were impressive, 5 or 6 of them to a lane, swimming twice as fast as me, and were already at it for 90 minutes when I finally got to the pool, and none of the little shits were breathing hard.
Anyway, "Lap swim" was scheduled to end at 10:30, when it was time for an "old lady water aerobics" class to start.... when the old fat people get in the pool and pretend to exercise while socializing.
Now, I've mentioned this before, the old fuckers will take it upon themselves and start closing off lanes early, usually at about 10:15, even though their class doesn't start until 10:30. Typically they start moving the ropes, sometimes when I am actually in the lane, so they have max space to get in the pool to socialize before their official class/socialization hour starts. But today, they had 6 lanes of kids power swimming, and at 10:15 the old people in bathing suits were just all sort of standing at the pool edge slack jawed, looking stupid as well as old and fat, not quite sure how to take over the pool early. Half of them went to the benches to sit down and wait. About 10 of them decided to get in the pool anyway, in my lane, and just stand there staring at the other swimmers. In my lane. Where I was doing laps. Just standing there.
Mother god damned fuckers. It was at that time I though to myself, "I am overrun by The Floating Dead."
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I'm not sure my anger toward these people is so irrational, anymore.
"Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid."
This morning I was looking around trying to decide which of the people in the gym just shouldn't be there. One should analyze one's perceptions and understand why one thinks as one does.
I think if you are older than 65 and more than 100 pounds overweight, it's too late for you and you had decades in which you let yourself go and it is time to accept the inevitable... you are not going to change your diet at this point, you are going to die old and fat, and you should try to not be in other peoples way while on your way out the door.
And while that mean attitude may not apply to all of them, I bet a dollar it easily applies to 49 out of 50. Just stay home, old fat people.
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I think if you are older than 65 and more than 100 pounds overweight, it's too late for you and you had decades in which you let yourself go and it is time to accept the inevitable... you are not going to change your diet at this point, you are going to die old and fat, and you should try to not be in other peoples way while on your way out the door.
And while that mean attitude may not apply to all of them, I bet a dollar it easily applies to 49 out of 50. Just stay home, old fat people.
Edited By GORDON on 1451576129
"Be bold, and mighty forces will come to your aid."