I prefer time spent outside the country . . . I've traveled enough to start to see things here from the outside looking in, and it ain't all it is cracked up to be, comparatively.
You can live like fucking royalty in Central and South America on less than $1000 / month (and I'm not kidding, you'll be living as high on the hog as you possibly could), most governments are stable and the people are awesome (and the hookers - fuhgetaboutit). . . and certain European are attractive to me also. Had I not had my son so late in life, I'd probably be an ex-pat living on a beach somewhere.
@jqubed I'd miss the little stinker too damn much and I won't take him with me until he's old enough to make a reasonably mature decision to want to go. The Mrs. is down with cutting and running as long as we land somewhere she can shop daily and get Royals baseball on the satellite.
@Pavlov I submitted two so far; one nominated, one rejected, the nominated one is creative property of the OCFF but the other one is probably somewhere; I can dig around and look for it if you'd like.
@Pavlov To be truthful, it's mostly toads (very tiny ones), but they sing the song of their people this time of year. It's the desert. Very few frogs around.
@PurplePawprints Not everyone gets the gene that forces one to dig in the dirt. My brothers didn't get it. Their wives don't have it either, and none of their kids. My daughter does, though.
I'll tell the little finches you all said hello, tomorrow.
I dont have the dirt and grow things gene. Mom did, and i regret my own lack.
I used to love spending time outside, even is bad weather. Walking, running, reading, esp walking. Then came my first pc, then came dialup communities, then came Fidonet, then came dsl, then cable, fiber, lte.
Sometime i might get a book and start birdwatching. I dont have the time to justify a horse. You need lots of hours and $ or it's pointless, unless you live on rural acreage.
@Shrdlu A dear friend of mine recently posted on Facebook:
This week I realized that gardening is playing outside for grown ups.
And, blah blah blah, a bunch of other stuff about why it's so great. Really? Gardening? Play? Play is when you just squish your fingers in the dirt for the hell of it or build drainage systems for an imaginary village or, well, just roll in the dirt. Gardening, by definition, is work damnit. Don't even get me started about "a spoon full of sugar" and "an element of fun" and basically pretending something is what it's not to make it tolerable. Because the key there is that you're trying to convince yourself that you're not doing what you're actually doing. Don't get me wrong: I do that. It's an excellent coping mechanism, IMO, but it only sort of redeems the original shit. And it doesn't actually make the original thing awesome; and the original thing wouldn't need to be made awesome if it already were.
Being outside is okay. Doing nothing outside when the temperature is "between 50° & 65°" (you're brilliant and correct, @PurplePawprints) is good. Actual play (all I can think of at the moment that's got a good cost-benefit ratio for an old lazy man like me is sex) is fine. Wandering, strolling outside can be nice (again, as long as it's not too damned hot, which it sometimes is in February in this God-forsaken place, let alone pretty much unabated between the beginning of April and the end of September). I might open a window on occasion. But let's not get carried away.
So anyway, I wanted to metaphorically strangle my friend, but she's one of the most awesome people I know (let me head you of from where you might be thinking to go: despite this crazy idea about gardening). You seem pretty darned good yourself, so I'm gonna let this pass.
Define outside. I think 99.9998% of meh users enjoy life outside their bedroom but the farther away they get from its entranceway, you'll see an exponential drop in the support of outside life, zeroing out somewhere near the kitchen.
I live in the beautiful rural Sierra Foothills. Everyone loves being outside here: hanging out at the Yuba river, mountain bike riding, skiing 45 minutes away, woods to walk in, trails everywhere, and on and on. But whenever I spend time outside I feel guilty because I think I should be doing something productive instead.
I like to stand on a stool in the laundry room with the window open and put my nose against the screen and feel the breeze over my face. It's my favorite window in the house.
Then there's the old lady cat (22) who loves to lay in the sun. She has a couple of blankets outside and we move them around for her so she doesn't have to lay on the ground. Sometimes she can't make up her mind and I'll sit on a blanket and she'll sit next to me, then lies down and I can leave her to her sunning.
@juststephen@DaveInSoCal I've only ever actually done geocaching as part of a particular local GIS conference, which I attended three years in a row and won with my the geocaching event three years in a row with my shitty-old, consumer-grade, cheap-as-fuck (pretty sure it was the cheapest you could get and it was already a year old the first time I geocached with it), automotive navigation Garmin. Meanwhile my colleagues couldn't keep up, with their fancy Leicas and Trimbles. And don't get me wrong, we use Trimbles in the office (honestly, other people use Trimbles in the office; I don't mess with that shit). I've got stickers and t-shirts and mugs with this stuff on it. It's kind of amusing and fun for a once-a-year but I'm pretty sure I don't get it. And I don't mean that condescendingly. One of the GISers I most look up to is a geocacher. Help me relate.
I prefer time spent outside the country . . . I've traveled enough to start to see things here from the outside looking in, and it ain't all it is cracked up to be, comparatively.
You can live like fucking royalty in Central and South America on less than $1000 / month (and I'm not kidding, you'll be living as high on the hog as you possibly could), most governments are stable and the people are awesome (and the hookers - fuhgetaboutit). . . and certain European are attractive to me also. Had I not had my son so late in life, I'd probably be an ex-pat living on a beach somewhere.
@Pavlov Sure, blame your son
@jqubed I'd miss the little stinker too damn much and I won't take him with me until he's old enough to make a reasonably mature decision to want to go. The Mrs. is down with cutting and running as long as we land somewhere she can shop daily and get Royals baseball on the satellite.
I'd enjoy outside more if the temperature was always between 50° & 65°. Since it's not, I stay inside as much as possible.
Right now:
I spend a lot of time outside because of short film projects and whatnot. Frankly, it's usually annoying but it's grown on me.
@legendornothing I would sometime like to see this short film(s) which you speak of . . .
@Pavlov That reminds me I want to send you something. Is codename Pavlov at gmail still good?
@Pavlov I submitted two so far; one nominated, one rejected, the nominated one is creative property of the OCFF but the other one is probably somewhere; I can dig around and look for it if you'd like.
@legendornothing Sure - would be interesting to give it a look!
I love being outside. L O V E.
I put little tiny seeds in the ground, and then I have tomatoes, and carrots, and spinach, and lettuce, and beets, and... You get the idea.
Oh, let's not forget the marigolds, and the wallflowers, and roses, and frogs trying to find a mate, and birds everywhere... I love outside.
@Shrdlu Only the toads are horny??
@Shrdlu You sound like my mom, and well, the rest of my family. If I didn't look just like my dad, I'd swear I was adopted.
@Pavlov To be truthful, it's mostly toads (very tiny ones), but they sing the song of their people this time of year. It's the desert. Very few frogs around.
@PurplePawprints Not everyone gets the gene that forces one to dig in the dirt. My brothers didn't get it. Their wives don't have it either, and none of their kids. My daughter does, though.
I'll tell the little finches you all said hello, tomorrow.
@Pavlov ladybugs too
@Shrdlu
@PurplePawprints
@Pavlov
I dont have the dirt and grow things gene. Mom did, and i regret my own lack.
I used to love spending time outside, even is bad weather. Walking, running, reading, esp walking. Then came my first pc, then came dialup communities, then came Fidonet, then came dsl, then cable, fiber, lte.
Sometime i might get a book and start birdwatching. I dont have the time to justify a horse. You need lots of hours and $ or it's pointless, unless you live on rural acreage.
For now, i am lost....lost.....
@Shrdlu A dear friend of mine recently posted on Facebook:
And, blah blah blah, a bunch of other stuff about why it's so great. Really?
Gardening? Play? Play is when you just squish your fingers in the dirt for the hell of it or build drainage systems for an imaginary village or, well, just roll in the dirt. Gardening, by definition, is work damnit. Don't even get me started about "a spoon full of sugar" and "an element of fun" and basically pretending something is what it's not to make it tolerable. Because the key there is that you're trying to convince yourself that you're not doing what you're actually doing. Don't get me wrong: I do that. It's an excellent coping mechanism, IMO, but it only sort of redeems the original shit. And it doesn't actually make the original thing awesome; and the original thing wouldn't need to be made awesome if it already were.
Being outside is okay. Doing nothing outside when the temperature is "between 50° & 65°" (you're brilliant and correct, @PurplePawprints
) is good. Actual play (all I can think of at the moment that's got a good cost-benefit ratio for an old lazy man like me is sex) is fine. Wandering, strolling outside can be nice (again, as long as it's not too damned hot, which it sometimes is in February in this God-forsaken place, let alone pretty much unabated between the beginning of April and the end of September). I might open a window on occasion. But let's not get carried away.
So anyway, I wanted to metaphorically strangle my friend, but she's one of the most awesome people I know (let me head you of from where you might be thinking to go: despite this crazy idea about gardening). You seem pretty darned good yourself, so I'm gonna let this pass.
@Shrdlu you'll have to give me some pointers! I'm hoping to start a garden in the next few weeks!
Define outside. I think 99.9998% of meh users enjoy life outside their bedroom but the farther away they get from its entranceway, you'll see an exponential drop in the support of outside life, zeroing out somewhere near the kitchen.
I live in the beautiful rural Sierra Foothills. Everyone loves being outside here: hanging out at the Yuba river, mountain bike riding, skiing 45 minutes away, woods to walk in, trails everywhere, and on and on. But whenever I spend time outside I feel guilty because I think I should be doing something productive instead.
Why wasn't "meh" an option?
Ha ha, enjoy your skin cancer and acid rain, suckers!
I'm a four season bicycle commuter... where snowfall is common. >:D
The more I am outside the happier I am...go camping, hiking, fishing etc. every weekend
Some of my most favorite things are snow skiing, sailing, and Ultimate (Frisbee). I'm mostly indoors to make a decent living, and to sleep.
I like to stand on a stool in the laundry room with the window open and put my nose against the screen and feel the breeze over my face. It's my favorite window in the house.
Then there's the old lady cat (22) who loves to lay in the sun. She has a couple of blankets outside and we move them around for her so she doesn't have to lay on the ground. Sometimes she can't make up her mind and I'll sit on a blanket and she'll sit next to me, then lies down and I can leave her to her sunning.
I like geocaching, and there's some nice spots out here for that!
@DaveInSoCal Cool. I'm at 600something.
@juststephen i just did my 112th yesterday :)
@juststephen @DaveInSoCal I've only ever actually done geocaching as part of a particular local GIS conference, which I attended three years in a row and won with my the geocaching event three years in a row with my shitty-old, consumer-grade, cheap-as-fuck (pretty sure it was the cheapest you could get and it was already a year old the first time I geocached with it), automotive navigation Garmin. Meanwhile my colleagues couldn't keep up, with their fancy Leicas and Trimbles. And don't get me wrong, we use Trimbles in the office (honestly, other people use Trimbles in the office; I don't mess with that shit). I've got stickers and t-shirts and mugs with this stuff on it.
It's kind of amusing and fun for a once-a-year but I'm pretty sure I don't get it. And I don't mean that condescendingly. One of the GISers I most look up to is a geocacher. Help me relate.
@joelmw I just use my phone.
@DaveInSoCal
@DaveInSoCal If I get you, I know what to send.
Well, part of what I'll send
@juststephen a million dollars?!
Evil day star is evil
I love photographing nature, you don't find a lot of it inside.
@juststephen Sure you do.
Where is the "Fuck that noise." option?