Blue Saturday

Have you got a co op? Rainbow cones are the best ❤️

And a mooli whatever the fuck that is, and some Shaw Brothers DVDs, and someone to come round and set my Wii up so I can play Endless Ocean 2 and Monster Hunter Tri but I cannae be fucked with getting the back of the TV

no i shall be obtaining one specifically for P5 The Royal when the bastards finally release it over here

mooli is like a long radish, is good

yeah i like radishes i keep eyeing them up in Tesco but i'm not exackly cooking much at the moment

and there is no co-op anywhere near me so no delicious rainbow cones :(

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grated mooli good for stir fry, one of the fastest and thus most worthy types of cooking

Did you get your euromillions & cream Eclairs yet?

Nah I just can't be bothered, I'm blue and not v hungry and there's food in the house if I need it, guess I'll have to settle for not being a euromillions ire this week.

just going to plonk myself here for a bit. i can’t really say why, but sometimes i feel like a form of madness is crawling round my brain, or i feel utterly bereft and foolish. lear is about the best portrait of this stuff there is. the childlike and raging. what do you do with these feelings? what a mess. building is so hard and impermanent when you’re a certain type. the requirement of relentless focus. and a slip in concentration sees you back at the bottom of the well again.

a desire both for sociability and to be on a distant rocky strand. or curled up on a sofa.

Lear is a good shout, encroaching incapacity when you're supposed to be travelling in the other direction. Of course we have to assume he was a capable ruler at some point? Whereas I feel like the impermanence you're talking about is tied into a sense of never having had meaningful competence, or always having been too close to the well.

I'm not sure I can do sociable without drink inside me tbh, so the sofa(bed) it is.

just going to plonk myself here for a bit. i can’t really say why, but sometimes i feel like a form of madness is crawling round my brain, or i feel utterly bereft and foolish. lear is about the best portrait of this stuff there is. the childlike and raging. what do you do with these feelings? what a mess. building is so hard and impermanent when you’re a certain type. the requirement of relentless focus. and a slip in concentration sees you back at the bottom of the well again.

a desire both for sociability and to be on a distant rocky strand. or curled up on a sofa.

things are neither as precarious nor as permanent as they seem the important think is the star of this finnish drama is making the whocareswhodunnit very bearable indeed

i think therefore i uh

Having a semi serious freak out about having washed the kitten (who’d got shite in her tail) and whether if she splashed me and got some in my cut) so afraid I am not really participating in the esoteric mood of this thread to the fullest of my ability tbh

but I like it anyway.

we are all in the gutter etc

and some of us are wiping a kittens arse

i’m sorry to hear that gyac. i’ve been struggling a bit for a while tbh. and i shouldn’t disregard the fact that i’ve got some amazing people around me (including on here). so i feel lucky. they love and care for me and i feel like i’m letting them down terribly.

i thought i’d got on top of things in the past week, but i had a massive, almost deranged mental spiral today. hence lear. it does feel like a battle. it does feel dual. but i’m wary of extrapolating my own psychological make-up and specific context to others.

but huge love and support to anyone who feels in that place here. my heart goes out to you all.

i don’t often do this stuff here because my circumstances are largely fine and it feels wrong to come in with it. and as i say i’m extraordinarily lucky with the people around me.

and i can’t rule out what is probably the main reason for these problems which is that i’m a massive bellend.

tbf Fizz this thread is not much to do with fine or not fine but largely predicated on bellendery

:) is why i’m here.

otm

all <3

youre an average bellend at best m8

look at least the nfl game went off well right

at least you ate indoors?

Riddle me this: If every day feels like a blue saturday, does it warrant posting in the blue saturday thread?

at least you ate indoors?

do you know, and i say this in the privacy of this thread, that a couple of days later i found my keys in the bag that i had with me when i ate off the bins.

in the meantime i had three pairs of keys cut and phoned round a handful of pubs in london to see whether i’d left them there.

this is a special sort of parapraxis (which i believe as well as misleading also involves losing stuff)

youre an average bellend at best m8

look at least the nfl game went off well right

i lost my bank, credit and leap cards in berlin last october and got them all replaced

found them in my sunglasses case this may

this kinda shit is constantly "happening to me" ie i am feckless about possessions

same. too long to post here (but i may have told it in anecdote) about the time i accidentally took a spare pair of glass to new york so i could lose my main pair in a basement bar in greenwich village.

I lost my iPod classic with years worth of music on it two years ago after a particularly bad day & I still miss it, so I get you.

on the flight from berlin i left a particularly nice tablet in the seat pocket

when i rang the hotel that night to see about the cards (after arguing with aerlingus on the phone for an hour- they dont send cabin crew to look for stuff fyi) the very helpful reception guy cheerfully commentated his search of the room finishing rather fucking gleefully "nope no card oh but look- all your shirts are still in the wardrobe!" reader i couldve shit

lol i left many clothes in a hotel room once. how?!

so many kindles, so many airplane pockets. keys and wallets for everyone. come and get them.

the thing that frustrates me is the sense that my indifference to material items is linked in some way to a sense of impermanence. carelessness. about everything. attentiveness to the material world and yourself, as if you were a bicycle or a cherished heirloom, seems a way of establishing one’s place. it’s sort of the reverse of the ship of theseus. people see it as a fable questioning essence. but actually, like the broom and its handle (trigger but also beckett iirc), it’s a question of regular repair establishing continuity. care.

supposedly the seven-year climacteric is also the period of time it takes for all the molecules in your body to replace themselves.

indifference to material items is also indifference to the most important material item - your corpus or corpse.

i feel like, for myself only, that losing stuff is an example of not valuing myself enough. and if you don’t value yourself how can you expect others to.

I was probably just looking for something to panic about last Friday but I was convinced I'd lost my passport. It's usually in one of two spots, and I'm flying out this week and will need it. Did a bunch of tidying and moving stuff around, all while thinking about how I could get an emergency passport appointment and switch my connecting flight.

It was in the third place I'd look, where I'd moved it so I wouldn't forget where I put it.

(it was not actually the third place I'd look, naturally)

ah, the day-before-flight passport panic, been there

one time I left my passport by the sink in an airport toilet, thankfully a rather obscurely situated one and it was still by some miracle there when I noticed its absence 10 minutes later when my gate opened

has anyone seen my bus card btw? that's the most recent lost object. probably due for a top-up so not a great deal of £ if it's gone but I'll have to go into town and plead with them and pay the replacement fee which I only just got out of paying last summer when I managed to snap the card in half clutching it between thumb and forefinger waiting at a bus stop and apparently getting ~a little too tense~ about whether a bus would turn up in time for my appointment

(it did, and I didn't have a bus card to pay for it with because I'd snapped it, ha ha)

<3 to Fizzles and all here btw

yes to the avoidance and forever slipping down, wondering how everyone else seems to manage it when months of careful hard work only keeps you where you are and one bad moment wipes it all out again

oh that buspass story is tragic

(trigger but also beckett iirc

Roger Lloyd-Unpack

the lack of taking care of things we dont care about is imo to be distinguished from the lack of care of things we do care about, which latter is i think what fits what youre saying fizzles

I've been the person who hands in a wallet at the airport (found in the bathroom), glumly aware that this may do more harm than good.

always the right thing to do imo. certainly the first thing i will think is that someone will have handed it in.

As somebody prone to drunken losing of personal effects, somebody handing something in always reduces my anxiety after the fact.

Definitely the right thing to do and I have done this as well.

oh yeah, handing it in would 100% have been the right thing to do, I was just glad on this occasion that it was still where I left it - but if it had gone I would of course have been immensely relieved that someone had handed it in

also if someone had handed it in, probably at the nearest staffed desk = my gate, and it had ended up inaccessible I would be annoyed at the airport procedures rather than the saint who'd handed it in

(maybe they would just check it against the passenger list, call my name and give it back - though I was fearing there would be reasons, probably even sensible reasons, why not)

the times things of mine have been handed in - wallet left at supermarket, phone dropped in the street - have always greatly restored my faith in humanity

The only time I've lost something that mattered* was the watch my father gave me. He was so disappointed.

* I lose umbrellas to the point that I just get wet now and who knows I might end up with pneumonia one day but it's annoying so I'll take my chances. That's more of a grey area.

Pub near work has so many lost umbrellas that never get reclaimed that it’s fairly easy to get one if you’re caught short. I think TFL lost property is like 99% umbrella as well.

think if i put in for another replacement bank card in the next few months they'll start asking me questions tbh

glasses are the weirdest things to lose on a bender, you'd think

in the last 12 months i've been definitely targeted and robbed at least once, drinking to the point of that kind of vulnerability ought to be a lesson but well here we are

somewhere in TFL lost property is a copy of At Swim-Two-Birds that I left on a bus, hope someone just takes it

(i did buy a replacement and finish it)

NV you should invest in a gilet covered in zipper pockets imo

no amount of zipper pockets is drunk me proof i fear

like the idea of stomping round Hull in a Barbour, boots and shooting stick tho