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Morph is late to the gang bang.

what can you do?

lube up and jump in.

Welcome, Morph!

This is the boring part, I'm afraid. In the next 3 weeks I'll need to trim down many years of accumulated stuff, so that the remainder will fit into a rented econoline-size van. I have a lot of furniture to get rid of, and tons of clothes to donate. I also have 5 bookcases worth of books that I need to pare down to 2. That's going to be the hardest. I love my books.

There's a problem in this spot with trying to be organized and keep a list, and it's that the list keeps growing faster than it can be addressed, and the stress level increases to accompany the list's reverse progress, until it becomes overwhelming, and the desire to respond to it by doing nothing but playing video games and ****posting on the Internet grows nigh irresistible.

Im stopping by to say that moprhprh is too old for your sexy games. Behave yourself ****ers.

I’m a big lover of books but it will help to sell them off to a used bookstore or donate to a library, but an amazon fire and load all your favorite books onto it. After you move buy hard copies of the favorites you had to part ways with. Surely you have enough room to keep a box of the books you have notes in or have truly special origins to you.

I invited my parents and my brother and sister-in-law out to dinner tonight. My dad told me that he'd like to ride out with me to Las Vegas, then fly back home to New England once I'm moved in.

"That would be really cool." I told him. Then I surprised myself by starting in with the tears. I'm not a crying person, so I clamped down on it, and I believe I was able to escape notice.

Both of my parents are alive and healthy and both are coming up on eighty. Part of me being middle-aged is knowing that they're going to grow feeble and incapacitated, and that both of them are going to die, and that it's going to happen soon in either a real or a relative sense. My dad had three brothers and one sister, and all of them were alive and well until two years ago, when he lost all four of them within a ten month stretch.

I realized, I think, that I've been sort of mourning my folks in advance--which is plain stupid. They're right here, walking the Earth, and they're fine, and I'm very lucky for that.

Some of these qualms involve me carrying a bit of guilt about sticking this impending responsibility--of dealing with my aging parents--on my brother and sister in law, but I'm getting older myself, and I have to get going on this dream. In any case, getting to spend some quality time with my dad is going to be a bonus.

Thanks tbh! I'm going with the tolerance break route for now. I'm kind of leery about crossing the line and becoming a cannabis aficionado and getting into all the concentrates and gear and whatnot. I'm sure there's a middle ground, but with stuff like this, finding the middle ground is itself an effort.

Thanks Colin!

I'm keeping two bookcases, if at all possible, so it's going to fall short of the Ragnarok of my books. Regarding the fire or kindle, I still haven't reconciled screen reading and book reading. They're two different modes for me, different postures and means of thinking and processing. I don't know if I ever will make the crossover. It's probably a part of getting old.

If both your parents are almost 80, does that make you almost 50?

Yes--late forties.

Why did I think you were in your 30s?

I thought it was just Morph and myself as the old farts.

Do you member smoking on planes? I member!

I don't think I come across as being particularly mature. The last time I acted my age, I was maybe 18.



Yes! I smoked on a plane when I was 15. Smoking section was in back, but of course the smoke got everywhere. They didn't use the algorithm yet that filled up every seat on every flight, so you could pop back to an open seat for a smoke, say, if your parents had booked you in the non-smoking section.

Edit: Yes I know I'm answering South Park content with a Simpsons meme. Now get off my lawn!

Pagers, bag phones, conversion vans, MTV, the WalkMan, walking to school, are just some lost memories for me, in my mid 40’s as well.

sj and morph went to school together?

It was the first ever school.

The dad of my best friend in school made a good living selling custom 70's and early 80's vans, all tricked up with captain's chairs, futons for makin' it in the back, and the Led Zep angel-type murals painted across the sides.

Correct. We went to PS#I. I majored in fire and minored in Sumerian tablet engraving.

hahaaha I majored in fire was funny

if only sammy could see that.

#cuck

Backwards, uphill, in a snow storm?

Well, in places that get a lot of snow, school is open during a snow storm. This reminds me....


MOON BOOTS !!! That was awesome...

One more bit of nostalgia and I'll quit, as I'm sure we're boring the young bloods.

Freshmen year of college, I ran into a guy wearing a well-preserved, original Dark Side of the Moon concert tee shirt. I stopped him and said, "Oh my God, dude, I love the Floyd. That shirt is ancient!" He smiled at me a bit and told me that he didn't wear it that often, so it stayed in decent shape.

Today going through my old clothes, separating them into keep, donate, and toss piles, I found my old Porno for Pyros tee from their Good God's Urge tour. I was at the show where one of Perry Farrell's topless fire-eating dancers accidentally lit her skirt on fire, and then she fell ten feet off the platform on to bassist Mike Watt and somehow shorted out part of the sound system.

Amazingly, no one was seriously hurt. After the smoke (literally) cleared, the band came back out and played an acoustic set, including some Janes Addiction songs, and it was fantastic.

Anyways, that shirt is in good shape and it is currently five years older than that dude's Dark Side of the Moon shirt was when I commented to him on its age.

mid ground is just buy a disposable vape pen. you can hit it anywhere and throw it away when its dead.

Thanks tbh. I will investigate this avenue. It might be best for the shorter desert hiking expeditions, from which I'll want to drive home sober afterwards.

Today I started cleaning the apartment, commencing with scrubbing windows that haven't seen a spray bottle in 12 years or more. The paper towels have been pulling off a dung brown-orange residue that looked familiar to me for some reason. Then I recalled that it looked like the crap layer on the bottom of a heavily used ashtray. It wasn't long before I started feeling a little woozy, and I remembered that I had smoked a pack a day in this place for 7 years before I quit.

I'm pretty sure I've given myself a mild case of nicotine poisoning, and I'm feeling pretty mellow. It's time to get some gloves, though, before this progresses any further.