TICTH social media. Specifically the way any science post - especially astronomy or palaeontology - is instantly infested with the insulting anti-intellectual contributions of creationists, flat earthers, Tartarian conspiracy theorists, ancient giant tree proponents and their fellow travellers, turning the comments into an utter car crash.
It's a horrible celebration of human ignorance, stupidity and ability to take on board complete and utter bollocks.
TICTH social media. Specifically the way any science post - especially astronomy or palaeontology - is instantly infested with the insulting anti-intellectual contributions of creationists, flat earthers, Tartarian conspiracy theorists, ancient giant tree proponents and their fellow travellers, turning the comments into an utter car crash.
It's a horrible celebration of human ignorance, stupidity and ability to take on board complete and utter bollocks.
Is somebody mentioning science? Let me remind you how the Great Tartarian Empire was buried in a Gigantic Mud Flood and monumentally bigly Tartarian architectural marvels such as the Great Pyramids and the White House were only rediscovered centuries later! How can anyone dispute the Great QAnon of Architecture and the brilliance that once was the Late Great Tartaria?!!!!
TICTH social media. Specifically the way any science post - especially astronomy or palaeontology - is instantly infested with the insulting anti-intellectual contributions of creationists, flat earthers, Tartarian conspiracy theorists, ancient giant tree proponents and their fellow travellers, turning the comments into an utter car crash.
It's a horrible celebration of human ignorance, stupidity and ability to take on board complete and utter bollocks.
Is somebody mentioning science? Let me remind you how the Great Tartarian Empire was buried in a Gigantic Mud Flood and monumentally bigly Tartarian architectural marvels such as the Great Pyramids and the White House were only rediscovered centuries later! How can anyone dispute the Great QAnon of Architecture and the brilliance that once was the Late Great Tartaria?!!!!
Oh don't. Every day there's a new "You believe WHAT?!?!?! now?" horror. "Question everything - except what this bizarre person on YouTube says, which is absolutely gospel!"
Oh @KarlLB I am sympathetic and not making malicious fun, but garbage-like spam and wacky conspiracy theories are everywhere across X/Twitter, Reddit, TikTok, Facebook groups and Instagram. I keep my pages as boundaried as I can and don't try to have discussions on controversial topics, book mark links that interest me and delete or block weird posters as far as possible.
Oh @KarlLB I am sympathetic and not making malicious fun, but garbage-like spam and wacky conspiracy theories are everywhere across X/Twitter, Reddit, TikTok, Facebook groups and Instagram. I keep my pages as boundaried as I can and don't try to have discussions on controversial topics, book mark links that interest me and delete or block weird posters as far as possible.
'sfine - I have a weird mix of frustration of the XKCD 386 type and amusement as to what bizarreness is coming next.
I do worry about the obvious anti-intellectualism though.
My daughter-in-law, who tries to control my 19 year-old wayward grandson, who has admittedly more than messed up his life in so many ways.
He recently ordered a credit card, which she straightaway cut up. Naturally he ordered a replacement, which she threw in the bin. Huge row followed. Hardly the way to show trust or allow him to prove he can handle his finances. Ok he may not be able to, but he has a job, of sorts, so ought to manage, and in any case he needs the opportunity to make his own mistakes.
I can sort of understand her not wanting him to have a credit card; I had my first one at about 33, and once I'd paid David's one off after he died, I pretty much vowed never to have one again.
At the moment, I can get along fine without one - long may that last!
Having said all that, I agree with you that he must be allowed to make his own mistakes, as long as he's well aware that he can't rely on the Bank of Mum and Dad (or Granny) whenever things go pear-shaped.
Well yes. They have to stop bailing him out. I was incensed at her thinking she has the right to treat a 19 year old like this- even given his track record.
Easier said than done: his pay rate may not allow him to move out even into a share house; however agree that if he is earning and paying ( some) board to his parents then his mum has no right to confiscate his credit card.
No easy answer but hope things resolve.
I keep remembering how I despaired of my son when he waa that age nearly 30 years ago; it all turned out ok eventually but only after much needless ( and pointless) blood, sweat & tears on my part.
My daughter-in-law, who tries to control my 19 year-old wayward grandson, who has admittedly more than messed up his life in so many ways.
He recently ordered a credit card, which she straightaway cut up. Naturally he ordered a replacement, which she threw in the bin. Huge row followed. Hardly the way to show trust or allow him to prove he can handle his finances. Ok he may not be able to, but he has a job, of sorts, so ought to manage, and in any case he needs the opportunity to make his own mistakes.
Sorry, but our sympathies are more with the d-i-l than the grandson. You say he's wayward, and you also say that he needs to prove that he can handle his finances. That last comment suggests that his past shows that he can't.
It appears that the young man doesn’t manage money and may be “ wayward” ( whose kids aren’t). However chopping up or throwing out his credit card isn’t a smart way to deal with this: it verges on kneejerk heavy handedness and will only cause the young man to hide the blasted thing and worse yet, spend a motza which he can’t afford to repay.
Having done the knee jerk in other circumstances in the past I have largely regretted this. Angry parents are often not rational!
I won’t offer any other advice or comment; not for this time and place.
It is a tough one, being a parent of a 19 year old. One the one hand, they need to get off his back, in so many ways. On the other, if they didn’t wake him up, he would be late for work. He has got himself a labouring job, four days on, four days off, long shifts, and does not hear his alarm. If he can’t keep a job, which is agency work, he has no chance of paying his way, let alone of living independently.
My soon-to-be-30 year old messages me "Good morning" at 7am on a work-day morning. If he hasn't done so by 7.05, I phone to make sure he's awake. I fairness, I've only needed to do that once in the last four weeks, but he still needs that safety net re waking / getting up on time.
Many years ago in my church were two gentlemen, lifelong friends. Arthur was married, Len was single (and disabled with arthritis). Each morning Arthur would call Len and let the phone ring three times (this was in the days when one was charged for each call). Len would then ring back in the same way.
One morning Arthur rang but got no reply. He went round, let himself in (he had a key), and found Len on his bed - he had died in his sleep.
My soon-to-be-30 year old messages me "Good morning" at 7am on a work-day morning. If he hasn't done so by 7.05, I phone to make sure he's awake. I fairness, I've only needed to do that once in the last four weeks, but he still needs that safety net re waking / getting up on time.
It might work for him to sit two alarms, one across the room he has to get up and walk over and shut off. I had to do that for myself at one point when I was working odd hours.
I have two alarms - one a conventional clock which goes off about half an hour before I need to get up, after which I do Wordle and mess around on Farcebark for half an hour and the other (which is on my mobile) which I obey. No need to put it on the other side of the room; when it goes off I know I need to get up.
I found one for my son that has wheels. When it goes off, it rolls across the table, lands on the floor, and takes off for parts unknown--still buzzing. It's called a Clocky.
Yes, very much so! I cat-sat for my sister over her honeymoon as a wedding present. First morning, one feline fiend spots my foot sticking out from the duvet and pounces on it to wake me for food. Squawk and reflexive kick from me, producing a squawk from her and a flying cat. Neither of them tried that again, they just walked up to the head of the bed and purred loudly instead (their usual tactic with sister and bloke).
I managed to not be late for work despite travelling much further than normal for the whole time I was there, despite not being good at morning.
The first time we met my sister's late cat, Smudge, we were sleeping on a sofa bed in "her" room (well, where her litter-box was anyway). The sofa bed was rather shorter than David, and he'd fallen asleep with his feet sticking out the end; he was given a very rude awakening when Smudge started eating his toes ...
Staying overnight in my daughter’s house, I needed the loo in the night and left my bedroom door open. The cats crept in and I had to call for help to get them out. I am not a cat lover.
I stayed at Rossweisse's a couple times and the cats absolutely ASSAULTED the door of the bedroom I slept in. Like, hurled themselves bodily at the wood and bounced off. I felt pretty guilty, because I love cats but I'm highly allergic, and there was no way I could let them in.
Delivery person who did not follow my instructions. The first time this has happened in three years. Instead of putting heavy boxes on my large front porch which has a door that swings inward as instructed. He left them at my back screen door with a tiny porch right in front of the screen door that swings out. There was no way I could open the door to retrieve them and they were heavy. I had to go around the house, climb the back steps, balance on the top step and pull the boxes halfway down to open the door, and struggle to get them back up and inside.
Pre-poured cups of tea, usually, but not necessarily, at a church event.
If the milk is in already there is too much, as I only like a couple of drops, but it depends on the strength of the tea. Yesterday two of us had to ask for empty cups for our tea to be poured into.
Even then, the milk was in a big jug making it tricky to pour just two drops.
If drinks are pre-poured, you can’t always tell if it is tea or coffee or how long it has been standing.
I know I am being fussy.
People can be prelactarian, postlactrian, alactarian or conlactarian? (i.e. Milk first, milk poured into the tea, no milk, or tea and milk poured simultaneously).
Or they can have a nice Cappucino (not usually at churches, admittedly!)
People can be prelactarian, postlactrian, alactarian or conlactarian? (i.e. Milk first, milk poured into the tea, no milk, or tea and milk poured simultaneously).
Or they can have a nice Cappucino (not usually at churches, admittedly!)
We find that plain black tea is the hardest to get wrong. Then stop off on the way home, if we've been to the early service, for coffee at a bar close to home.
I prefer to go home for my cuppa after church, but the choir was specifically asked to stay for coffee last Sunday as we never do. By the time we have finished changing and tidying music (and chatting) the tea ladies are clearing up. That’s our excuse anyway.
We have coffee after church some Sundays, and it is a good time for getting tom know each other. I do partake ("half a cup, please") but then have some decent coffee when I'm home (where we never drink instant coffee except in the direst emergency!)
People can be prelactarian, postlactrian, alactarian or conlactarian? (i.e. Milk first, milk poured into the tea, no milk, or tea and milk poured simultaneously).
Or they can have a nice Cappucino (not usually at churches, admittedly!)
One envisages serious and heated theological-style wrangling over those terms (rather along the lines of which end of the Egg do you hit?).
In Orcadian churches, as I recall, one of the oversized kettles from whence the tea was poured already had the milk in; I can't remember whether there was another one with both milk and sugar!
Coffee at St Pete's is Proper Coffee™ from plunger-type cafetières, and usually perfectly potable. There is tea available, but at that point on a Sunday morning, coffee is what I want.
In Orcadian churches, as I recall, one of the oversized kettles from whence the tea was poured already had the milk in; I can't remember whether there was another one with both milk and sugar!
I had kale in pottage a while back. Chuck in some onions, garlic, carrots and ham along with the pearl barley, pulses and kale and it does indeed make quite a good soup. I'd buy it more often if it came in smaller bags, but they seem to sell it in small sacks and I never fancy munching on it every day for a week or more.
It amuses me no end that kale is now a superfood, and the new rock n roll. When oi were a leaf, Dad grew it because it would survive anything winter hurtled at it, not for the taste, though I must admit to rather liking the stuff.
I regularly eat fried buttered kale, and add it to stews and curries (and pottage). There’s some in the fridge at the moment. But, yes, it survives in the garden really well over winter.
I have cooked a hybrid Lancashire hot pot/bobotie for tea which I will be having shortly, alongside an alcohol free pink gin. Mr Heavenly is expected back from his jolly around midnight
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It's a horrible celebration of human ignorance, stupidity and ability to take on board complete and utter bollocks.
Is somebody mentioning science? Let me remind you how the Great Tartarian Empire was buried in a Gigantic Mud Flood and monumentally bigly Tartarian architectural marvels such as the Great Pyramids and the White House were only rediscovered centuries later! How can anyone dispute the Great QAnon of Architecture and the brilliance that once was the Late Great Tartaria?!!!!
Oh don't. Every day there's a new "You believe WHAT?!?!?! now?" horror. "Question everything - except what this bizarre person on YouTube says, which is absolutely gospel!"
'sfine - I have a weird mix of frustration of the XKCD 386 type and amusement as to what bizarreness is coming next.
I do worry about the obvious anti-intellectualism though.
Have I ever mentioned I was one of the contributors to the Christian Forums thread on which Poe's Law was first formulated?
He recently ordered a credit card, which she straightaway cut up. Naturally he ordered a replacement, which she threw in the bin. Huge row followed. Hardly the way to show trust or allow him to prove he can handle his finances. Ok he may not be able to, but he has a job, of sorts, so ought to manage, and in any case he needs the opportunity to make his own mistakes.
At the moment, I can get along fine without one - long may that last!
Having said all that, I agree with you that he must be allowed to make his own mistakes, as long as he's well aware that he can't rely on the Bank of Mum and Dad (or Granny) whenever things go pear-shaped.
No easy answer but hope things resolve.
I keep remembering how I despaired of my son when he waa that age nearly 30 years ago; it all turned out ok eventually but only after much needless ( and pointless) blood, sweat & tears on my part.
Sorry, but our sympathies are more with the d-i-l than the grandson. You say he's wayward, and you also say that he needs to prove that he can handle his finances. That last comment suggests that his past shows that he can't.
Having done the knee jerk in other circumstances in the past I have largely regretted this. Angry parents are often not rational!
I won’t offer any other advice or comment; not for this time and place.
One morning Arthur rang but got no reply. He went round, let himself in (he had a key), and found Len on his bed - he had died in his sleep.
It might work for him to sit two alarms, one across the room he has to get up and walk over and shut off. I had to do that for myself at one point when I was working odd hours.
I have a furry alarm clock, who needs to be fed. Feeding time is after the 6 a.m news headlines, but she thinks 5 a.m would be an improvement.
I managed to not be late for work despite travelling much further than normal for the whole time I was there, despite not being good at morning.
If the milk is in already there is too much, as I only like a couple of drops, but it depends on the strength of the tea. Yesterday two of us had to ask for empty cups for our tea to be poured into.
Even then, the milk was in a big jug making it tricky to pour just two drops.
If drinks are pre-poured, you can’t always tell if it is tea or coffee or how long it has been standing.
I know I am being fussy.
People can be prelactarian, postlactrian, alactarian or conlactarian? (i.e. Milk first, milk poured into the tea, no milk, or tea and milk poured simultaneously).
Or they can have a nice Cappucino (not usually at churches, admittedly!)
We find that plain black tea is the hardest to get wrong. Then stop off on the way home, if we've been to the early service, for coffee at a bar close to home.
One envisages serious and heated theological-style wrangling over those terms (rather along the lines of which end of the Egg do you hit?).
Coffee at St Pete's is Proper Coffee™ from plunger-type cafetières, and usually perfectly potable. There is tea available, but at that point on a Sunday morning, coffee is what I want.
Flippin' heck, I think I'd rather have kale soup!
...and omit the kale.
* which included most vegetables
I have cooked a hybrid Lancashire hot pot/bobotie for tea which I will be having shortly, alongside an alcohol free pink gin. Mr Heavenly is expected back from his jolly around midnight