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By Little Sherri · Posted
I'm starting to have friends who are retired, @Stroller, and @oznl - mostly people who worked as teachers/VP's/principals, or with police or fire departments, where the pensions are indexed, and, I would say, well-earned - those aren't easy jobs. I should have been a teacher. I feel like I'm running a kindergarten some days, anyway. I look at their lives wistfully. And, so far as I know, they're not even in nappies. That could only multiply their happiness, in my regnant theory. Someday, maybe, some of them will discover this. Probably involuntarily, courtesy of the delayed administration of thrombolytics. "It's just a headache. I'm going to go lie down..." I still have kids who expect to start, and/or continue, with their post-secondary educations, so no retirement for me. I console myself with my voluntary use of nappies. Voluntary for now, in any case. I offer you, dear reader, another riveting episode of Do They Know, this one the Mother-in-Law Edition. I worry sometimes that I think, and/or write, too much about this, but it's on my mind, and if it's on my mind, it often ends up on this page. Caveat emptor. To be honest, I've been really lucky, regarding instances where someone in my orbit knows something about the unconventionality of my underpants, for my age, at any rate - If I were two, or one hundred and two, diapers would be par for the course. Where I've known that they know, the outcomes have been entirely benign, and if there are people in my orbit that are up to speed on the topic, that I am unaware of, they've got good poker faces. I can't think of anyone who has conspicuously opted out of the galaxies I visit on my travels, and if someone has, my apologies for not taking note of your absence, but that just confirms the benignity of the occurrence. Fare thee well. So, really, I should stop thinking about it, if it doesn't really matter. It's like thinking about how it would feel, to touch a 5000 volt terminal. It won't matter - either nothing happens, or, I won't know. However, this was a preoccupation of mine, as a kid - I was constantly doing calculous regarding the slip-paths that information could take, should, for example, one of my sister's friends breach security via a Mission: Impossible raid on my closet, and they came across a two-thirds full box of Pampers. Or, far more likely, if she told them. Monika's little sister is in the fourth-grade health class with all the girls from my class, who would then immediately tell all the boys, during French class - they'd have to figure out the French word for "diaper", but that's not hard. I would then have to fake illness, and ask, puis-je utiliser les toilettes, s'il vous plaît? And, from there, sneak out of the school, somehow make it to the airport, and then choose where I'm starting my new life... Presumably, I'm smarter now. Or if not smarter, less naive. You could probably argue that I have less mental horsepower on tap - all that ethanol - but, I use what I have more effectively. Still, my mother-in-law is haunting my halls right now. So, I took note, when my wife threw open our bedroom door, while I was in the midst of changing out of my daytime clothes, and was standing there, in an Inspire+, and, I believe, some black socks. She strode purposely out into the hall, returning moments later with something from the linen closet, but left the door open, and then grabbed a handful of other linens from a laundry basket, and headed out to deposit them in our guest bedroom. I again thought that this a "blink of an eye" mission, but she was gone for more than a few beats, so I gave a glance around the corner, and into the hall, like I was a spy in a cartoon, before striding across the open threshold, to give the door a pull. She then returned to the room, opening the door again, now, while I was pulling a t-shirt on, and then she once again started rummaging for something. So, I whispered in my most commanding whisper, "Uh, pull the door clothes behind you, if you don't mind..." To which she replied with a snort, and, the phrase, "Get over yourself...", before heading back up the hall again. I didn't know what that meant, so I went into the bathroom, to brush my teeth behind a door that I could lock. I suppose she could have meant, "My mom is already in her room and is not coming out, don't worry about it...", although I will say, again, that like a five-foot, white-haired specter with a European accent, her appearances are remarkably unpredictable, and silent. She watches. Or, she could have meant, "There's nobody here who doesn't know you dress like an oversized toddler, you idiot, so don't worry yourself about an errant door lapse." I guess I'll think about this, while I go drink beer at Anne & Dave's house, since I don't need to think about them seeing anything they haven't already been appraised of... -
By ValentinesStuff · Posted
I was going to tell a joke about ignorance, but I don't know any. -
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So, I've been messing with AI training, and I trained a lora to recognize pullups. I think it turned out well, and I can basically tell it to put different images on them as long as it knows what it is.
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