![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Doing nothing in honour of my rats' birthday
I saw this on Facebook and stole it instantly, for use in M's next Groundhog Day adventure.
"Quit asking if I'm okay. If I'm ever okay, I'll let you know!"
www.facebook.com/photo
I also intend to adapt it to M's perennial, "Are you doing anything interesting/exciting this weekend?" which drives me crazy, because that sounds like something you'd ask a kid on holiday. Also it makes me feel bad because I'm usually not doing anything/can't afford to. If that makes any sense. And I suspect what I find interesting would not at all align with M's ideas.
M asks me that weekly or as often as she sees me, which can be several times in a week. Weekends are usually when I hide, because this suburb is very, very busy on weekends and I don't like that. Same as I go to the beach on weekdays when it's not insanely crowded and you're less likely to be swum over by some gung ho type practising for the Rottnest Swim. Which got cancelled this weekend because of rough weather, so it is in my mind.
My mum has NO clue. When I was talking about this annual event, in which people swim the 20 kilometres from Cottesloe Beach to Rottnest Island, she asked if I was going in it, to which I asked if I looked crazy, by which I really mean that obsessed. I'm an all right swimmer, but I cannot do a distance like that. Has she met me?
In other news:
Google has slowed to a crawl this weekend, so that loading anything took a long time, enough that I finally checked and there was actually a reported problem, cause unknown. Which is preferable to the times when the Down Detector responds with, "No, why do you ask?" That's what it feels like, that I am being humoured by their AI.
It is my rats' second birthday. I gave them some leftover chips from fish and chips. Doing nothing is their favourite thing, so this post is in their honour today.
Somebody tried to take another potshot at Donald Trump. They walked into Mar al Lago, his residence, with a can of fuel and a rifle, when he wasn't there and it was being guarded by the Secret Service. Who shot the guy. Why can nobody come up with a decent plan in that country?
"Quit asking if I'm okay. If I'm ever okay, I'll let you know!"
www.facebook.com/photo
I also intend to adapt it to M's perennial, "Are you doing anything interesting/exciting this weekend?" which drives me crazy, because that sounds like something you'd ask a kid on holiday. Also it makes me feel bad because I'm usually not doing anything/can't afford to. If that makes any sense. And I suspect what I find interesting would not at all align with M's ideas.
M asks me that weekly or as often as she sees me, which can be several times in a week. Weekends are usually when I hide, because this suburb is very, very busy on weekends and I don't like that. Same as I go to the beach on weekdays when it's not insanely crowded and you're less likely to be swum over by some gung ho type practising for the Rottnest Swim. Which got cancelled this weekend because of rough weather, so it is in my mind.
My mum has NO clue. When I was talking about this annual event, in which people swim the 20 kilometres from Cottesloe Beach to Rottnest Island, she asked if I was going in it, to which I asked if I looked crazy, by which I really mean that obsessed. I'm an all right swimmer, but I cannot do a distance like that. Has she met me?
In other news:
Google has slowed to a crawl this weekend, so that loading anything took a long time, enough that I finally checked and there was actually a reported problem, cause unknown. Which is preferable to the times when the Down Detector responds with, "No, why do you ask?" That's what it feels like, that I am being humoured by their AI.
It is my rats' second birthday. I gave them some leftover chips from fish and chips. Doing nothing is their favourite thing, so this post is in their honour today.
Somebody tried to take another potshot at Donald Trump. They walked into Mar al Lago, his residence, with a can of fuel and a rifle, when he wasn't there and it was being guarded by the Secret Service. Who shot the guy. Why can nobody come up with a decent plan in that country?
no subject
Do they have names?