Today's mood

Great day with the family. Great food, good company and lots of laughs.

Now home and rather horny...perfect day!
 
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I picked up my new glasses yesterday. Very excited to be able to see well again. Well, in particular I love my no line bifocals. Can read again without pushing my glasses down my nose.

I got a large retro two tone pair and a standard black frames pair. Love!
 
Somewhat depressed and full of anxiety about the future here, due to being “led” at the macro level by an orange Cheeto with impulse-control issues as well as at a more micro level by a Vice President for Research who acts much the same way: doesn’t know nothin’ about the area he’s in, but doesn’t consider that an impediment to making multiple (absolutely terrible) decisions that take my university’s research enterprise backward instead of forward.

Which means that I—as a consequence of this horribly bad management, which doesn’t show any promise of improvement within the next 12 months (!!!)—need to find a good way to leave what I’d thought was my dream job: helping faculty write grant proposals at one of the most successful research universities in the state. (As you might expect, I’m going through something of a grieving process.)

And I’m not at all looking forward to being on the job market again, as a graying middle-aged White gay male married to a Hispanic male immigrant in a less and less diversity-accepting country.

NCbear (who’s feeling a bit psychologically sensitive at the moment—and who wonders why bad managers are not only appointed by higher-ups [good god, anyone with a brain can see they’d be terrible at the position in question!] but also allowed to run an organization straight into the ground before they’re removed)
 
Somewhat depressed and full of anxiety about the future here, due to being “led” at the macro level by an orange Cheeto with impulse-control issues as well as at a more micro level by a Vice President for Research who acts much the same way: doesn’t know nothin’ about the area he’s in, but doesn’t consider that an impediment to making multiple (absolutely terrible) decisions that take my university’s research enterprise backward instead of forward.

Which means that I—as a consequence of this horribly bad management, which doesn’t show any promise of improvement within the next 12 months (!!!)—need to find a good way to leave what I’d thought was my dream job: helping faculty write grant proposals at one of the most successful research universities in the state. (As you might expect, I’m going through something of a grieving process.)

And I’m not at all looking forward to being on the job market again, as a graying middle-aged White gay male married to a Hispanic male immigrant in a less and less diversity-accepting country.

NCbear (who’s feeling a bit psychologically sensitive at the moment—and who wonders why bad managers are not only appointed by higher-ups [good god, anyone with a brain can see they’d be terrible at the position in question!] but also allowed to run an organization straight into the ground before they’re removed)
I wish you the best for the future, hope you find a job at a better managed university!
 
I'm feed up with SPH'ers trying to manipulate me into feeding their pathology.

A sexual assault is when someone removes the option of consent in engaging in sexual activities.

THAT is EXACTLY what SPH'ers are doing in a "E" form.

They are trying to circumvent consent.

They need to be banned.
 
I always hated having to cut the grass when I was younger. I even had to cut the grass on my birthday. Who does that to their child?

Now that I'm an adult, I still hate it. The end.

This concludes my venting for the day.
 
I always hated having to cut the grass when I was younger. I even had to cut the grass on my birthday. Who does that to their child?

Now that I'm an adult, I still hate it. The end.

This concludes my venting for the day.

Same book.
Same page.
Same chapter.
Same verse.
Same line.

Preach that shit!

I HATE mowing.
It's noisy, petrol guzzling soul destroying activity!
It isn't and never will be considered gardening.

I have a little man who comes in to whippersnip the edges and cut the grass in the house yard.
I have a honking huge lawn tractor.
I STILL fucking hate mowing.

Mowing gets done because in the tropics during the wet season the grass grows at a seriously
rapid rate.
I'd have to use a map and machete to get to the clothes line.
I'd step on Mr Johnny Death the Eastern Brown snake accidentally.( in the top 5 most dangerous snakes in the world).
I refuse to use Roundup on my property at all. As tempting as it is.
So, every 4 days - weather permitting the grass needs to be cut.
The only upside about it is , apart from not dying a violent, horrible death from a Brown snake bit is the
compost bins in the poultry pens are filled and more piles are made.
In the heat and humidity every thing rots down very fast - even faster when the pile is worked by chickens.
 
Same book.
Same page.
Same chapter.
Same verse.
Same line.

Preach that shit!

I HATE mowing.
It's noisy, petrol guzzling soul destroying activity!
It isn't and never will be considered gardening.

I have a little man who comes in to whippersnip the edges and cut the grass in the house yard.
I have a honking huge lawn tractor.
I STILL fucking hate mowing.

Mowing gets done because in the tropics during the wet season the grass grows at a seriously
rapid rate.
I'd have to use a map and machete to get to the clothes line.
I'd step on Mr Johnny Death the Eastern Brown snake accidentally.( in the top 5 most dangerous snakes in the world).
I refuse to use Roundup on my property at all. As tempting as it is.
So, every 4 days - weather permitting the grass needs to be cut.
The only upside about it is , apart from not dying a violent, horrible death from a Brown snake bit is the
compost bins in the poultry pens are filled and more piles are made.
In the heat and humidity every thing rots down very fast - even faster when the pile is worked by chickens.

You have it way worse than I do. I couldn't imagine having to deal with snakes while cutting grass. The only thing I have to worry about are black widow, brown widow and brown recluse spiders.
 
You have it way worse than I do. I couldn't imagine having to deal with snakes while cutting grass. The only thing I have to worry about are black widow, brown widow and brown recluse spiders.

We have a lot of deadly spiders as well.
Kangaroo's and Cassowaries can't get in the yard because it's fenced to keep them out.
Cassowary are fucking dangerous.
 
We have a lot of deadly spiders as well.
Kangaroo's and Cassowaries can't get in the yard because it's fenced to keep them out.
Cassowary are fucking dangerous.

That is intense. Just going in your backyard is a game of survival.
 
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Today sucked.

I took my wife's car to the dealership to get some maintenance done. I handed the service writer all the key. Later on in the day the wife's starts freaking out and saying that someone can make a copy of the keys and enter the house when we're not home.

$65 dollars later, I am replacing all the door locks in the rain.