curious old fart
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a bit of advice...when you argue with a woman always get in the last words....and they are 'yes dear'...it'll make life a little easier on you.
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GreenThumb2k10
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lol, you not met my Mrs.....................wish it was that simple.a bit of advice...when you argue with a woman always get in he last words....and they are 'yes dear'...it'll make life a little easier on you.
cof
curious old fart
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...in that case you better duck.
is she like the irate customer that you are trying to please?
Yes mam'm, I realize you are unhappy. How about I'll give you another one, refund your money, close the store and shoot the manager. Will that satisfy you?...and in most cases that's not enough.
cof
GreenThumb2k10
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...in that case you better duck.
is she like the irate customer that you are trying to please?
Yes mam'm, I realize you are unhappy. How about I'll give you another one, refund your money, close the store and shoot the manager. Will that satisfy you?...and in most cases that's not enough.
cof
sounds about right mate, nothing is ever good enough but i love her to bits so will keep trying.......
jigfresh
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You know you're doing something right when theres a twat talking shit. Too funny, would love to see him say it to your face. Happy to hear the new job is moving along. Good luck tomorrow. May the crawl spaces be big enough and free of critters. Don't forget your flashlight!
genuity
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im so ready,i been sitting in my grow room to dam long>>>>its been about 3 yrs,of no work for me,and that sucks ass.
im ready for the crawl space,lucky i get to go threw a realator company,so should be no people around.
DoobieBrother
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And really, I'm not a grumpy person.
At all.
I'm more "happy-go-lucky" than most any I've met.
My wife included (she has a temper).
When I was younger, in grade school and junior high, I would never let shit slide when someone offended me or someone else who couldn't or wouldn't defend themselves, so I got into anywhere from 3 to 6 fights a day.
I learned to use words very effectively to push the issue with dudes until they lost their cool and took a swing.
I know every button to push with someone to make them go over the edge with anger and turn it into a physical confrontation, all while remaining as cool as a cucumber to their verbal onslaught as they try to push my buttons.
In high school I was to the point of knowing it was just a matter of time before I killed some stupid fucker.
I'd already came close a number of times, where I had to make the choice to finish him or let him go after I made sure he understood how close he was to ceasing to exist.
Personal honor, family honor, clan honor, and tribal honor is held in VERY high regard where I'm from, and I was damned if I was going to let people get away with pulling bullshit.
But I had to pull inward and learn to let almost every little thing, and big thing, roll off me and move forward.
I'm FAR from perfect, and never in my life have I ever felt I was even close, or will ever be close.
But if someone is being a dick to me to me, or someone else, I won't hesitate to call them on it, to their face and demand to hear their reasoning.
Most people whom I do this to know they've been caught acting like a Little Miss Pissy Pants, and have no good excuse or reason for their dick-ish behavior, and I'll pick apart every excuse, reason or accusation they spew until they have nothing to fall back on.
On the flip side, when I screw up, I realize I've been a dick as soon as the words roll off my tongue, and I'll apologize for it right after, and feel shame for being a dick.
And when I'm wrong in an argument with the wife, I admit it very quickly and apologize.
We disagree on many things, but we rarely ever get to the point of an actual argument and, when we do, we hash it out with reason.
And believe me guys: my wife is an excellent arguer. She majored in Law in college, and is currently a fraud investigator.
I rarely stand a chance unless she is actually wrong and is arguing based on assumptions or opinion.
So I end up apologizing a lot, after I admit that I was the one in the wrong.
And I've seen & done things in my life, horrible things, that really help put perspective on just how fragile and short all of our lives can be.
I had to let the anger go so I could find joy in all things in life.
Every little thing.
I just don't show it on the outside, so people think I'm cold, or joyless, or angry, when the opposite is true.
I'm as close to a Vulcan as you can get.
More Romulan, but no longer as outwardly aggressive.
Calm, cool and collected on the outside, but roiling with emotions on the inside, but held in check with reasoning and moderate intellect.
Music makes me cry.
Sometimes just the instrumentals, sometimes just the lyrics, sometimes both.
Sometimes just listening to it, other times when I sing to some favorite songs.
Some movies & documentaries make me cry.
Certain passages in books do it.
Beautiful little moments of life that I just happen to witness in a billion to one chance do it to me too.
Witnessing the Human Condition, in all it flavors does it to me.
Moments out in Nature do it to me.
But for those things I cry out of joy, not sadness.
There is always an appropriate time to feel and express sadness.
Sometimes more than there is for joy.
When I laugh it's a guffaw from the belly and my face splits wide with a huge smile.
When I'm angry, I express it without unbounded rage.
Since, for me, it does no good to express those emotions all the time, I keep them to myself.
The Book of Ecclesiastes and Pete Seeger had it so right:
To everything, there is a season, and a time to every purpose under Heaven.
I like to think I'm on my way to properly practicing that in my life.
Maybe I'm wrong?
At all.
I'm more "happy-go-lucky" than most any I've met.
My wife included (she has a temper).
When I was younger, in grade school and junior high, I would never let shit slide when someone offended me or someone else who couldn't or wouldn't defend themselves, so I got into anywhere from 3 to 6 fights a day.
I learned to use words very effectively to push the issue with dudes until they lost their cool and took a swing.
I know every button to push with someone to make them go over the edge with anger and turn it into a physical confrontation, all while remaining as cool as a cucumber to their verbal onslaught as they try to push my buttons.
In high school I was to the point of knowing it was just a matter of time before I killed some stupid fucker.
I'd already came close a number of times, where I had to make the choice to finish him or let him go after I made sure he understood how close he was to ceasing to exist.
Personal honor, family honor, clan honor, and tribal honor is held in VERY high regard where I'm from, and I was damned if I was going to let people get away with pulling bullshit.
But I had to pull inward and learn to let almost every little thing, and big thing, roll off me and move forward.
I'm FAR from perfect, and never in my life have I ever felt I was even close, or will ever be close.
But if someone is being a dick to me to me, or someone else, I won't hesitate to call them on it, to their face and demand to hear their reasoning.
Most people whom I do this to know they've been caught acting like a Little Miss Pissy Pants, and have no good excuse or reason for their dick-ish behavior, and I'll pick apart every excuse, reason or accusation they spew until they have nothing to fall back on.
On the flip side, when I screw up, I realize I've been a dick as soon as the words roll off my tongue, and I'll apologize for it right after, and feel shame for being a dick.
And when I'm wrong in an argument with the wife, I admit it very quickly and apologize.
We disagree on many things, but we rarely ever get to the point of an actual argument and, when we do, we hash it out with reason.
And believe me guys: my wife is an excellent arguer. She majored in Law in college, and is currently a fraud investigator.
I rarely stand a chance unless she is actually wrong and is arguing based on assumptions or opinion.
So I end up apologizing a lot, after I admit that I was the one in the wrong.
And I've seen & done things in my life, horrible things, that really help put perspective on just how fragile and short all of our lives can be.
I had to let the anger go so I could find joy in all things in life.
Every little thing.
I just don't show it on the outside, so people think I'm cold, or joyless, or angry, when the opposite is true.
I'm as close to a Vulcan as you can get.
More Romulan, but no longer as outwardly aggressive.
Calm, cool and collected on the outside, but roiling with emotions on the inside, but held in check with reasoning and moderate intellect.
Music makes me cry.
Sometimes just the instrumentals, sometimes just the lyrics, sometimes both.
Sometimes just listening to it, other times when I sing to some favorite songs.
Some movies & documentaries make me cry.
Certain passages in books do it.
Beautiful little moments of life that I just happen to witness in a billion to one chance do it to me too.
Witnessing the Human Condition, in all it flavors does it to me.
Moments out in Nature do it to me.
But for those things I cry out of joy, not sadness.
There is always an appropriate time to feel and express sadness.
Sometimes more than there is for joy.
When I laugh it's a guffaw from the belly and my face splits wide with a huge smile.
When I'm angry, I express it without unbounded rage.
Since, for me, it does no good to express those emotions all the time, I keep them to myself.
The Book of Ecclesiastes and Pete Seeger had it so right:
To everything, there is a season, and a time to every purpose under Heaven.
I like to think I'm on my way to properly practicing that in my life.
Maybe I'm wrong?
duchieman
Well-Known Member
Good day everyone. Genuity's going back to work. Very cool. Hope things work out well for you there. What are you gonna be doing in crawl spaces, if I may ask?
Haha, I'm the same way Doob. People will think I'm angry at them but I'm just being serious and passionate about the conversation. My wife says it's probably the scowl that comes over my face and that I can get a bit intimidating, but I don't know where she get's that from. I thought everybody knew I was a real nice guy.
I also know, like you, that life is getting on too much for all the small talk, humoring and posturing crap going on, and when people spew obvious bullshit, I now call them on it. I don't know. Is that grumpy? I'd rather be grumpy than someone who cowers from the real issues in life because it's unpleasant or inconvenient, or worse, impolite to talk about.
Ok, back on topic. I noticed that you have a number of Extremas going at around the same time that "I" have a number (14) of Extrema's going. Mine are about 3 weeks old now and I can see a few phenos shaping up. I've already picked out the first going on the chopping block as it has some deformities going on and I'm thinking it's genetic. I'm ready to house a couple of good moms AND pops now so I'm looking for best male and female here. Are you culling all your males? What's you're plans for your X's. Also, I'm growing my last Dog X Extrema right now so whether it's girl or boy, it's probably going to get used for mating. My last one was one of the best of the crop and she went too fast.
Haha, I'm the same way Doob. People will think I'm angry at them but I'm just being serious and passionate about the conversation. My wife says it's probably the scowl that comes over my face and that I can get a bit intimidating, but I don't know where she get's that from. I thought everybody knew I was a real nice guy.
I also know, like you, that life is getting on too much for all the small talk, humoring and posturing crap going on, and when people spew obvious bullshit, I now call them on it. I don't know. Is that grumpy? I'd rather be grumpy than someone who cowers from the real issues in life because it's unpleasant or inconvenient, or worse, impolite to talk about. Ok, back on topic. I noticed that you have a number of Extremas going at around the same time that "I" have a number (14) of Extrema's going. Mine are about 3 weeks old now and I can see a few phenos shaping up. I've already picked out the first going on the chopping block as it has some deformities going on and I'm thinking it's genetic. I'm ready to house a couple of good moms AND pops now so I'm looking for best male and female here. Are you culling all your males? What's you're plans for your X's. Also, I'm growing my last Dog X Extrema right now so whether it's girl or boy, it's probably going to get used for mating. My last one was one of the best of the crop and she went too fast.
DoobieBrother
Well-Known Member
Speaking of Joy:
Strawberry-rhubarb PIE!!!
Strawberry-rhubarb PIE!!!
DoobieBrother
Well-Known Member
'Morning, duchie!
I've got 13 Extrema's going right now, and I think they're about 32 days old now (planted the germed seeds in party cups on August 01).
I topped them yesterday to slow down growth so my flowering closet will be empty by the time they're ready for 12/12.
I have 3 pheno's that I could see.
After they've recovered from the topping and are back to growing I'm going to sex them out and cull the males as I have no space to do any breeding without risking pollinating the females in my line up.
I think I've pre-identified 3 that are males (they grew about 50% taller than the rest, and had long spacing between nodes).
So they are either males, or Super Females.
I'd try to keep any males, but just not set up for it right now.
I've got 13 Extrema's going right now, and I think they're about 32 days old now (planted the germed seeds in party cups on August 01).
I topped them yesterday to slow down growth so my flowering closet will be empty by the time they're ready for 12/12.
I have 3 pheno's that I could see.
After they've recovered from the topping and are back to growing I'm going to sex them out and cull the males as I have no space to do any breeding without risking pollinating the females in my line up.
I think I've pre-identified 3 that are males (they grew about 50% taller than the rest, and had long spacing between nodes).
So they are either males, or Super Females.
I'd try to keep any males, but just not set up for it right now.
DoobieBrother
Well-Known Member
Well, I do have some chocolate ice cream in the freezer.
Hmm... strawberry-rhubarb and chocolate... you might be on to something!
Hmm... strawberry-rhubarb and chocolate... you might be on to something!
DoobieBrother
Well-Known Member
Maybe we should wear t-shirts that say "No, really: I'm a nice guy!"I thought everybody knew I was a real nice guy.
*edit: or how about t-shirts that say: "No, really: I'm a nice guy! Now go fuck yourself."
DoobieBrother
Well-Known Member
Me too. (according to my Better Half)
Or how about: "No, really: I'm a nice guy! Why, you wanna make something of it?"
Or how about: "No, really: I'm a nice guy! Why, you wanna make something of it?"
DoobieBrother
Well-Known Member
And congrats, gen!
I hope your first Monday back to work goes smoothly, and hope you keep busy with more & more inspections!
I hope your first Monday back to work goes smoothly, and hope you keep busy with more & more inspections!
duchieman
Well-Known Member
I have butted heads with my new neighbor more times than I can count and it hasn't even been 2 months yet. The thing is, the guys an ex champion boxer, lightweight of some sort, who's suffering from some brain complications right now, most likely boxing related, and has been forced into sick leave by his doctor, (He's been lying to me and telling me he's laid off but his wife told my wife the real scoop. How twisted is that?) He's also got a serious drinking problem to boot. Even knowing that, I can't resist calling this guy on the idiocy that comes out of his mouth and telling him what I really think his problem is. This is NOT me, usually. I've never been a fighter. That is not to say I've never been in fights, but I tend to avoid them, but there's something about this guy that I can't keep my mouth shut. It's just the tip of the iceberg with what's happened here in the short time but for some reason this guy now wants to be my friend more than ever and thinks I should be a therapist because he's "never seen things that way before" yada, yada, yada!!. Oy vey!!! I went from having an asshole, racist hick for a neighbor, to a psychologically unstable, lost puppy who's found a new friend in me. FAAAAAAAAACK! I'm just a nice mellow introvert who wants to be left alone to be with my own drama. That's all I want'.