Random Rants LXVIII: Burn it all to the ground and start over!

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I've genuinely never met anyone who got their groceries delivered before. I wouldn't even know where to look to get that set up.
Tesco's on-line. Sainsbury's on-line. Waitrose on-line. Well, the list goes on.

I can't say I use this facility myself at the moment. But I have done, when I simply couldn't leave the house due to an orthopedic problem. And very handy it was too.

But it's useful for all sorts of people, not just the house-bound. People who can't manage to carry heavy shopping, can get the heavy stuff delivered, for example.

Groceries are just like any other commodity really.

I do prefer to see and feel the fresh food I'm buying before I buy it, though.
 
My parents get pretty much all their groceries delivered these days. Buying from an online supermarket (here in the UK, pretty much all the major supermarkets have online shopping) is much more convenient for them than going out. I still go to the supermarket as there's one on the route I walk home from work every day so it's very little extra effort to pick up some shopping, but if it was more hassle to do so, I'd switch to online shopping too.
 
So, moving to the UK seems to be the first step.

That's an exaggeration, since clearly there are such services in Canada and even in the US, but the only supermarket chain I found offering such in Southern California responds "sorry, we haven't reached Palmdale yet."
 
Walking out of the grocery with bags in his hand like a commoner!
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Well, yes, the 'Mericans are quite common. There's about 300,000,000 of them.
 
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And what happens if there's a mistake or something's stale-dated?

At least with ordering from a local place, I can return the thing if it's not right. And sometimes, if the store doesn't have what I want, the manager will go to the other store (we have two separate stores for this cooperative; I always order from the downtown one where my family has had a membership for longer than I've been alive) to find it. The other neighborhood is newer, has a demographic of higher-income people, so their store gets some things the downtown one doesn't. Of course everyone gets the same weekly flyer, which means I sometimes get told, "We don't carry it, but the other store might."
 
And what happens if there's a mistake or something's stale-dated?

At least with ordering from a local place, I can return the thing if it's not right. And sometimes, if the store doesn't have what I want, the manager will go to the other store (we have two separate stores for this cooperative; I always order from the downtown one where my family has had a membership for longer than I've been alive) to find it. The other neighborhood is newer, has a demographic of higher-income people, so their store gets some things the downtown one doesn't. Of course everyone gets the same weekly flyer, which means I sometimes get told, "We don't carry it, but the other store might."
As I understand it the supermarkets are heavily competing, and if there is anything wrong you phone up and they credit you the cost of what you complain about with no fuss.
 
I'm supposed to be all packed up and moved out of this apartment that I've turned into a very special episode of Hoarders by noon on Friday. Thus far I've made negative progress. Much of the clutter is half-finished experiments, and of course I have to finish them or come up with new ideas related to them. I'm moving to my father and stepmother's newest place, out of like 4 or 5 in as many years. I have no idea why they choose to voluntarily move so often.

The only positive progress involves hiring/convincing people to help me, so that I rent a little storage space tomorrow where I can dump some of the worst crap, then my dad comes in to help tomorrow which will be emotionally taxing but will at lest reduce the hoarding problems, and then I hire move-out cleaners on Thursday at $110/hr when I already have negative money (positive bank-account money, but net worth of about -$70k), and then I still probably get a bill rather than a deposit back from the landlord because of the extensive damage I've caused, And I'm getting a self-storage place for my chemicals so that I can still have mad scientist time once in a while, but not as an everyday thing.

This damage includes: corroding out the kitchen sink in multiple ways (thiosulfate got the garbage disposal and one half; and then a counterproductive attempt to clean with an acidic (about pH 1 - not sulfuric acid but its milder acid salt sodium bisulfate) solution got the other half. Then there was the time I was trying to clean crucibles with piranha solution, which is exactly as dangerous as it sounds, and some overflowed and damaged the bathtub finishing. There are burn marks and weird stains on the carpet, and unfortunately the apartment came furnished, which means that there is some rudimentary furniture that probably looks a bit different than it used to.

The love of learning is overrated - by a lot. Or at least it is if you follow it in in exclusion to everything else in life, which is something I've got to work on...
 
I'm supposed to be all packed up and moved out of this apartment that I've turned into a very special episode of Hoarders by noon on Friday. Thus far I've made negative progress. Much of the clutter is half-finished experiments, and of course I have to finish them or come up with new ideas related to them. I'm moving to my father and stepmother's newest place, out of like 4 or 5 in as many years. I have no idea why they choose to voluntarily move so often.

The only positive progress involves hiring/convincing people to help me, so that I rent a little storage space tomorrow where I can dump some of the worst crap, then my dad comes in to help tomorrow which will be emotionally taxing but will at lest reduce the hoarding problems, and then I hire move-out cleaners on Thursday at $110/hr when I already have negative money (positive bank-account money, but net worth of about -$70k), and then I still probably get a bill rather than a deposit back from the landlord because of the extensive damage I've caused, And I'm getting a self-storage place for my chemicals so that I can still have mad scientist time once in a while, but not as an everyday thing.

This damage includes: corroding out the kitchen sink in multiple ways (thiosulfate got the garbage disposal and one half; and then a counterproductive attempt to clean with an acidic (about pH 1 - not sulfuric acid but its milder acid salt sodium bisulfate) solution got the other half. Then there was the time I was trying to clean crucibles with piranha solution, which is exactly as dangerous as it sounds, and some overflowed and damaged the bathtub finishing. There are burn marks and weird stains on the carpet, and unfortunately the apartment came furnished, which means that there is some rudimentary furniture that probably looks a bit different than it used to.

The love of learning is overrated - by a lot. Or at least it is if you follow it in in exclusion to everything else in life, which is something I've got to work on...
:eek:

Wanna borrow my sig? It sounds like you need it more than I do right now...
 
The very definition of a nightmare tenant. :mischief:

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Hey now, no loud parties featuring puking guests, no 3am "band practice", no smoking anything (unless vaping counts, but the smell is pleasant and doesn't last), rent always paid on time, and so on. I cause 'interesting' damage that will be evident in three days, but day-to-day I'm not the worst tenet.

:eek:

Wanna borrow my sig? It sounds like you need it more than I do right now...

I mean, we need it about the same. In my case it's a big hassle of moving to a town I dislike that is an hour away, living with my parents again at 28, and then trying to figure out how to finish my thesis. The state of my apartment is all my fault: I'm a slob and have never been able to change that.about myself, all the while accumulating more crap (and debt) all the time.

One thing that unites us, that "normals" don't get - the sheer amount of energy it takes to move, when you never have energy to begin with. Most people seem to treat all this as a minor-to-moderate nuisance, rather than something damages your psyche for several days as you (or at least I) find out how utterly useless.

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I also have a specific rant about one particular annoying member of the periodic table that featured in one of my distracting experiments. Gallium sounds cool, because it's non-toxic and melts just above room temperature. And if you alloy it with ~20% indium and ~10% tin, you get a liquid metal eutectic that is liquid at room temp - galinstan. I made some of it a couple of weeks ago.

The first time you play with galinstan, it seems cool because it's like mercury but nontoxic. But then you realize that it coats everything, and I do mean everything. Your hands are coated in a thin layer of gallium. Any container you put and then pour it back out of get a nice thick layer of left-behind gallium. I even poured it into a Teflon container and then poured it back out - still a thin layer of gallium left behind! I have no idea how it found a way t adsorb onto PTFE, but there you go. Also, most metals, but especially aluminum, that come into contact with it will be damaged by it, becoming weaker and more brittle. This is a problem if you're writing on a MacBook with gallium-stained fingers. The main way I know of to get rid of it in containers is with a strong base; for fingers I just wash them, which helps a little, and then let it slowly fall off. Can't exactly use NaOH or KOH on it.

Its congeners in the boron group are all pretty interesting. Boron is a metalloid tougher than anything elemental besides diamond, and its carbide and nitride are tougher still. Aluminum needs no introduction. And then I love indium: it does wet surfaces like gallium, but not as bad, and you can make beautiful LEDs with it. It's the softest non-reactive-with-water metal, and you can twist it into any shape you want with your bare hands. You can melt it on the stove in a Teflon-coverered stick-free pan, and make indium pancakes which you can then shape with your bare hands.to surround your neutron source or geiger counter. It absorbs neutrons and has one of the best cross-sections for my low-flux experiment. And then I don't know much about thallium, mostly because it's so ludicrously toxic that people don't use it much, unlike other heavy metals like cadmium and mercury and lead. Even I was brave enough to touch my gram of it once.

But gallium? It's brittle rather than malleable when solid, and wets every surface like whenever Gram-Gram forgets her Depends. The only time it's cool is when it's alloyed with arsenic to make gallium arsenide, a useful semiconductor. Arsenic must have had an excess of cool and felt the need to donate some to gallium, which was clearly struggling.

Mercury is so much better as a liquid metal, in every way. Yes, it's toxic in vapor or compound form, but it doesn't stick to things. It's shiny, and it's by far the densest liquid that exists at room temperature and pressure: We should restore mercury to its rightful place.
 
One thing that unites us, that "normals" don't get - the sheer amount of energy it takes to move, when you never have energy to begin with. Most people seem to treat all this as a minor-to-moderate nuisance, rather than something damages your psyche for several days as you (or at least I) find out how utterly useless.

It doesn't help that it's nearly impossible to explain.

I wasn't always what I am today so I know the difference between tired, exhausted, and whatever "this" is. When you're in a funk, you are less than what you were. There's no perseverance or discipline that conquers it. You're held hostage by the physical drain on your body.

But to qualify what that physical drain is, what that "funk" is, you're left with nothing that is relatable and digestible to someone who doesn't feel it. It's simply not something someone healthy can feel even on their worst day. All you have are inaccurate analogies/comparisons or incredibly elaborate and incoherent explanations.

It's incredibly damaging to self-esteem and your ability to blend in with others. If someone is tired, they can push through it. If we have no energy, well, that's it. You're not doing anything even if you throw everything you've got at it. There is no persevering. There is no pushing through it. There is no model of discipline that grants you the ability to do it anyways. You just... can't.

People don't understand that. Therefore, you're lazy. And the things that impact your quality of life are obviously your fault because hey, if you wanted life to be different, you'd put in the work to change it, right?

Right?
 
I'm supposed to be all packed up and moved out of this apartment that I've turned into a very special episode of Hoarders by noon on Friday. Thus far I've made negative progress. Much of the clutter is half-finished experiments, and of course I have to finish them or come up with new ideas related to them. I'm moving to my father and stepmother's newest place, out of like 4 or 5 in as many years. I have no idea why they choose to voluntarily move so often.

The only positive progress involves hiring/convincing people to help me, so that I rent a little storage space tomorrow where I can dump some of the worst crap, then my dad comes in to help tomorrow which will be emotionally taxing but will at lest reduce the hoarding problems, and then I hire move-out cleaners on Thursday at $110/hr when I already have negative money (positive bank-account money, but net worth of about -$70k), and then I still probably get a bill rather than a deposit back from the landlord because of the extensive damage I've caused, And I'm getting a self-storage place for my chemicals so that I can still have mad scientist time once in a while, but not as an everyday thing.

This damage includes: corroding out the kitchen sink in multiple ways (thiosulfate got the garbage disposal and one half; and then a counterproductive attempt to clean with an acidic (about pH 1 - not sulfuric acid but its milder acid salt sodium bisulfate) solution got the other half. Then there was the time I was trying to clean crucibles with piranha solution, which is exactly as dangerous as it sounds, and some overflowed and damaged the bathtub finishing. There are burn marks and weird stains on the carpet, and unfortunately the apartment came furnished, which means that there is some rudimentary furniture that probably looks a bit different than it used to.

The love of learning is overrated - by a lot. Or at least it is if you follow it in in exclusion to everything else in life, which is something I've got to work on...

Claim the apartment for your own and remove the landlord from the equation
 
@Bootstoots & @Vincour: I've had the "lazy" accusation thrown at me too many times to count. The truth is, there are days when I feel 30 years older than I am. And 30 years ago I never understood my grandmother when she'd say she couldn't promise to do something or go somewhere on a certain day because she didn't know how she'd feel.

Well, now I know exactly what that's like. And my mother was the one who couldn't understand that. She thought I was being a smart<donkey>.

Sometimes I got the impression that she was just setting up scenarios to get to the point where she could rant at me. She'd want me to go somewhere or do something, and would get angry when I said I didn't want to promise anything because I didn't know if I'd be able to keep that promise - not knowing how I'd feel that day.

It sounds like weasel words to someone who doesn't know what it's like when a bad day means barely able to function at a basic level, let alone do something extra. There are some days when the only reason I get up is because Maddy needs to be fed and her water changed. It certainly hasn't helped with all the repairs going on above me, with my suite and the one beside it having to be gutted and rebuilt due to the mold. It's been noisy for the past 3 months, which means usual sleep patterns have been impossible.
 
I know this is four years late, but, see Bioshock: Infinite, and how the game spends the first half making an aimlessly belaboured point about the evils of racism, but then has you spend the second half slaughtering your way through mobs of angry black people? See that, right? Who's idea was that? What executive green-lit that? Did it not occur to anybody, at any point, that there's no point in having us kill all those Nazis at the start if the game devolves into a white supremacist power fantasy by the third act? This was a major, high-budget title, it's not plausible that one third-plus of the game was just thrown in without any oversight.

Still mad about that.
 
I know this is four years late, but, see Bioshock: Infinite, and how the game spends the first half making an aimlessly belaboured point about the evils of racism, but then has you spend the second half slaughtering your way through mobs of angry black people? See that, right? Who's idea was that? What executive green-lit that? Did it not occur to anybody, at any point, that there's no point in having us kill all those Nazis at the start if the game devolves into a white supremacist power fantasy by the third act? This was a major, high-budget title, it's not plausible that one third-plus of the game was just thrown in without any oversight.

Still mad about that.

I'm playing through it right now and have found the story mostly incoherent and nonsensical. Based on your description, it sounds like it's going to get worse...

Gameplay's fun. But my god... the story compared to the first two games is abysmal.
 
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