I haven't had a proper addiction before. I may require training.
Sometimes it actually is the coffee (taste, smell, etc). My stepmother is downright addicted to Gevalia chocolate decaf. If she doesn't have at least 2 per day stay clear, for sure
Can I walk like a penguin? Perhaps one with windows.
Certainly not a penguin *on* Windows.
Disney (100HE[tm]) has announced that they are shutting down Club Penguin at the end of next month. No surprise there, as it runs on Flash and is not douchey enough to support Disney's marketing/merchandising efforts at a sufficiently overkill level.
For those under a certain age, or more likely, with kids a certain age, this is disappointing. My kids have outgrown it but they remember it fondly and were frustrated when it started going downhill over the last couple of years (starting
I'm trying to remember my password so I can log in one more time and get kicked off properly.
and it does not look bulky at all!
Never heard about that, not even in the Ubiquitous Computing seminar I once attended, which was pretty much covering all the old school stuff.
Me either! One of my staff dug it up. Can't believe it had a fingerprint scanner, even! My first thought was that the little slot looking thing at the bottom must be an SD card and hen realized that no....it was a fingerprint scanner. Dunno how you lose a head start like that.....
I remember that. It was during the heyday of "we know Linux is big now because even IBM is using it."
The product was simply ahead of its time. This was before everyone had mobile data.
Ha...and yet now we have degenerated first back to Lenovos - and now down to Macs. Sow slide of death.....
12:45pm : Simsalapoof! I open the front door and accidentally hit an Amazonopoly box at *just* the right speed and angle that it rolls down the front steps, picking up enough speed to cross the front walk and continue rolling down the hill in the front yard, finally coming to a stop about 30 feet away from the house.
4:30pm : Simsalapoof! My wife is leaving to take the IGlette to her dance class, stops by my office door and says "Be careful with that Amazon[opoly] box. That's your sister's shower gift and it's breakable."
She hasn't opened the box yet but if the contents are broken it is 100% Jeff Bezos' fault.
I've been looking at the room list for a few minutes now and can't figure out where to post this, so I'm selecting a random unused room. This one's kind of a downer, so stop here if you were looking for rainbows and unicorns.
This is about a relative who was diagnosed with a treatable condition when she was young, and spent her entire adult life overmedicated for it, leaving her somewhat numb to the world. Worse, she was treated as a complete and utter dependent her entire life by parents who, inevitably, became too old to care for her. She briefly had a job (wouldn't even call it a career), briefly had the ability to drive before a few accidents made it clear that she couldn't handle it, etc. Never married or had kids, either; in fact I've never heard any stories of even a brief romance at any time in the past.
More recently, she ignored obvious signs of an early stage cancer, let it progress, and died. This raises the question: how do you write a eulogy for someone whose life basically didn't happen? (No, I didn't have to write it.) You can basically say generic things about "beloved [relationship]" etc etc. But where's the *legacy*? I suppose it's easy for people who have offspring, because in that case your family is your legacy, or at least a part of it. Things accomplished in a long career could be your legacy. A life of service can be your legacy. Even if you're a notoriously evil villain you have a legacy.
But for someone whose entire life was basically "failure to launch" ? Where do you go with that? The most inspiring words we heard at the funeral were from someone who had never even met her.
If you're talking about a psychiatric condition... it's sad when doctors just act like pill-pushers. But there are genetic/biological mental illnesses (which *require* medication, such as schizophrenia), and social/spiritual mental illnesses (for which medication is more controversial), and then there are conditions like much of the autism-spectrum where the best answer is "there's no pill that will really help with this, just learn to live with it dude."
Sorry for your loss...
When Melvin's sister dies, I expect we'll have a similar problem.
She's essentially an invalid. She is blind, deaf, gnarled, and stunted, with scant social skills and no prospects for employment. To me, it sounds like the only real difference between these two is that your relative *could* have been more, but was stunted by other people.
So what would I say?
I can speak to her sense of humor, as I've observed that. I could possibly relate some of the traits I've observed in her character, despite her limited ability to express herself, or make something of her life from a conventional perspective. I could talk of her reaction to some of the things done around her.
But I couldn't really say much about conversations with her, as we never communicated verbally, or with any real precision. I couldn't say she accomplished anything particularly amazing, even for her condition. I think she's pretty cool, but that seems a tad brief for a eulogy.