
captain yesterday |
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We should have a "FaWtL Family Tree" event where you list your immediate ancestors, siblings, and progeny in a big chart, all with appropriate nicknames.
That's gonna take awhile for me, especially if you insist on nicknames.
You'll be surprised to find out I've actually collected a fair amount of nicknames, none of which except for maybe a couple, I've even mentioned here.
Edit: Oh, you mean nicknames for other people! That's still gonna take awhile.

NobodysHome |
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...and another institution from my childhood shuts down...
...though in full disclosure, we really didn't start frequenting the Royal Cafe until I was in my late teens or early 20s, but still...
Add to that that tonight we're going out with an old friend who had COVID a year ago and no longer has a sense of taste, and it's just a surreal day.
(According to him, he lost his sense of taste during his battle with the virus and it's not even slowly returning; it's just gone. He can taste a few things, citrus in particular, but little else. Being a foodie, I can't imagine such a fate: Not debilitating, but taking away one of the little joys of life.)

Drejk |
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...and another institution from my childhood shuts down...
...though in full disclosure, we really didn't start frequenting the Royal Cafe until I was in my late teens or early 20s, but still...
It's not like the evidence of our youth is being deliberately erased...
*looks around at changing landscape*
Or is it?

Limeylongears |
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I'll start.
Pops Longears.
His brothers:
Captain Uncle 'Ships' Scotears
Auntie Brussels Scotears
Their kids: Dr. Scotears (plus Porridge Engineer, and Tiny Scotears)
First Mate Scotears
Police Constable Scotears
Uncle Cement Mixer (a teacher, before he retired - he just likes to do heavy construction work)
Militant Psychiatrist Auntie
Their daughter, Disney Justice Warrior
, plus D&D Man, plus little Albertus.
Uncle Rugby
Auntie Nursie
Their daughters, Shining Examples I and II
Ma Longears (neé Sindarin)
Her brother, Uncle Missile Guidance Systems Sindarin
Auntie West Midlands
Their children, Super Detective Sindarin, and Upside Down Sindarin.
My sister, Sylvanian Families Longears, and her husband, Techbot.
Their daughters, Blossom, Gloriana, and Philip.
My brother, Surfin' Trumpets Longears, and his wife, Champion Chakras.
Their two boys, Muesli and Vodka.
Me.

NobodysHome |
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LOL.
Being older, mine is remarkably short:
The Lady Elder Poet (mother in law)
Grizzly Mom (mother)
Flaky Construction Dad (father in law)
Microserf Older Brother
Unfriendly Auntie (sister in law)
Spoiled Nephew
Sports Psycho Nephew
Plane Breaker Younger Brother
GothBard
Impus Major
Impus Minor
If you count remote stepsiblings, GothBard adds:
Reprobate Stepbrother
Comic Genius Stepbrother

NobodysHome |
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And after that unkind list, proof positive that I'm a paladin of Erastil is that if my whole family gets wiped, I'm still leaving the money to my nephews because money stays in the family, even if you don't particularly care for them.
It's not THEIR fault they were raised strangely.
(GothBard still dreams of Spoiled Nephew rejecting his parents, moving down here, and letting her do his black nail polish, lipstick, and eye shadow. Boy'd make a great Goth.)

Drejk |

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...and another institution from my childhood shuts down...
...though in full disclosure, we really didn't start frequenting the Royal Cafe until I was in my late teens or early 20s, but still...Add to that that tonight we're going out with an old friend who had COVID a year ago and no longer has a sense of taste, and it's just a surreal day.
(According to him, he lost his sense of taste during his battle with the virus and it's not even slowly returning; it's just gone. He can taste a few things, citrus in particular, but little else. Being a foodie, I can't imagine such a fate: Not debilitating, but taking away one of the little joys of life.)
Yeah. Having to go for maybe the rest of my life not being able to taste anything... *shudder*

NobodysHome |
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How to recognize an IT person who doesn't understand the industry in which they work:
Wednesday afternoon: NobodysHome submits a refill request through his mail order pharmacy.
Wednesday evening: The pharmacy sends a confirmation, along with a notification that it needs to get a refill authorization from the doctor.
Thursday evening: The pharmacy sends an email: "After numerous attempts to contact your doctor have failed, we cannot refill this prescription. Please contact your doctor to resolve this issue."
Er... you made "numerous attempts" over a 24-hour period and then gave up? Have you ever actually been to a doctor's office? Have you ever actually requested a response from a doctor about something?
The timeout should be set to about a week. Instead, it's set to 24 hours. Someone's got a configuration wrong somewhere.

lisamarlene |
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I've been stressing out over how much things cost right now, in particular getting light-blocking curtains for the massive windows in Val's new bedroom (there were only sheers there before), and finding an online bakery to ship bread and salt to my mom and sister for their new home.
So in both cases, I'm just going to do it myself. Six yards of fabric will make three curtain panels for Val's room, and I'm good at bread, and I can just take the box to the post office for half the money.

Limeylongears |
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Today, I had a political meeting, which I was late for.
Then ALL (DE), Sonic, Shanna and I went to a Big Lake nearby. We had fish & chips, then walked all the way around the Big Lake. The Big Lake had a beach; Shanna decided to go paddling without taking her shoes off, then complained that her shoes and socks were wet, then complained when they dried again. I put some ferns in the hat she was wearing and she cheered up a bit.
After that, I went home. The neighbourhood children have got hold of some chalk, so the pavement (sidewalk, for some of you) on my street is now full of edifying messages like 'Tyler is the best', and 'F!#+ off', as well as a somewhat impressionistic but vigorously drawn set of male genitalia, sketched out in an extraordinarily vibrant shade of hot pink.
Now I'm having a pint of Fuller's London Pride, which is not up to much, and watching an hour-long video about polearms, because I know how to live it large.

Vanykrye |
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Intermission at the Chicago concert. The guy next to me is drunk, really excited, and blind.
He's fallen on me once, and hit me with his cane 6 times, but nothing serious and he hasn't hit anybody else. When he gets really excited about a section of song he raises his cane straight up in the air and starts waving it around and screaming at the top of his lungs.
The concert has been great so far.
This guy's one good whack away from getting an escort out.
It's his favorite band band he's quite literally feeling the music, and nothing he's done has been intentional. I get it, but my patience is not infinite.

gran rey de los mono |
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While I am always glad to not be at work, what I was told happened yesterday is a prime example of why hotel employees hate guests. Apparently while the parents were getting hammered in the lobby, their kids were taking the empty beer bottles and throwing them around the parking lot. Lots of broken glass everywhere, and one of the employees found that his car was covered with broken glass and the front windshield had been broken by a beer bottle. So he's out $500 for a new windshield (I guess he either doesn't have insurance or for some reason it isn't covering it), although the manager has said he will "try to take care of it". I'm guessing that means he's going to see if he can get the hotel's insurance to cover it somehow, but I really doubt that will happen.