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I would think a lot of this depends on the tattoo shop and the people working there. You could always go to a local artist and have them design your tattoo, then have it done by the parlor. I’ve known a few people to do that, and it’s worked out well
Yes, now I just need to find an artist. I might try designing it myself. If I do, I’ll be sure to post a picture.
I want to get a tattoo of my daughter’s name in a few weeks. I have the design in my head, but not on paper. Will most tattoo parlors talk with you and design a tattoo like they did on Miami Ink? I’m also not sure exactly where I want it. I’ve been thinking my arm, but now I’m wondering if it might look better somewhere else. Do tattoo artists ever give advice about stuff like this?
yep. many consider them a hazard, others just unaesthetic. I think you can get a collapsible bike stand that’s about the size of a Topeak Road Morph pump that fits in most bike bags, but most just lash the bike to a tree/railing. What model you got?
I’ll have to look at the bike stand option. I think it’d help us since we have baby seats attached. I haven’t tried it yet, but I can see how it might be difficult without a kickstand.
My wife and I both got Giant Cypress STs. Might be more than we need. We’re mostly just going to bike around our subdivision, but we do have some hills.
Shit. I need to be in bed and I just realized O Brother, Where Art Thou? is on TV. Damn, damn, damn.
And yeah, sure, I could just google all this stuff. But I like talking to all of you.
There’s a bias against kickstands. Weight, etc. I had the shop add one, because seriously.
Yea, I just had no idea. So, people just lean their bikes against something I guess? I think I may have one added as well. Thanks!
Okay, here’s another question for you bike folks: why do people roll up one of their pants legs? Do pants get caught in the chain or something?
I’m sure I’ll have many more basic bike questions in the coming days and weeks. Bear with me, y’all. Or bare with me. Whatevs.
Okay, I’m new at this biking thing. Is it normal for bikes to not have kickstands? Can’t even find one on the Giant website.
I’ve just recently come to the realization of my own mortality. In the time before I fall asleep, it absolutely terrifies me thinking not about how it will end, but that it ends, period. I know you’ve given this sort of advice before, but I can’t even get past this fear to the part where you realize, “This is it, enjoy it while it lasts.” I feel trapped by the inevitable, and I’ve been trying so hard to channel you, Coquette, so I just have to ask, will the fear subside? Will I eventually be able to fall asleep without having a near panic attack over my mortality?
When your head hits the pillow, your mind begins the process of winding down after a long day of nonstop thinking. It’s dark. It’s quiet. The day is over, and suddenly it doesn’t have anything left to grind and chew.
Of course, your mind is built to grind and chew, and it isn’t ready to stop processing thoughts for the day, so what does it do? It reaches back into the dark and sticky parts of your brain to pull out whatever low-level anxiety it can find.
Your mind doesn’t know any better. It just wants to think, so you go ahead and let it gnaw away on your basic fears. That’s when your spine turns to glass and your ears become refrigerator coils and your guts squeeze dry and you’re filled with the warm oily horror that one day, yes, in fact, you are going to die.
We’ve all been there. It’s terrifying.
You allowed your mind to trigger what is essentially a fight-or-flight survival response when there isn’t any actual danger. It just wanted to play a game of chess, but instead, your mind started playing a game of global thermonuclear war.
If you don’t have a Xanax prescription handy, the best way to handle this kind of situation is to give your mind something to do while the rest of your sympathetic nervous system ratchets back down from Defcon 1.
Read a book. Turn on the television. Find an activity, and do a little deep breathing. Don’t worry, it doesn’t take much to distract your mind.
Once you’re done freaking out and you’ve relaxed enough to fall back asleep, stay aware of your mind’s tendency to grab on and chew inappropriate anxieties. Stay apart from it, and don’t let it keep chewing.
The trick is in separating yourself from your own mind. Allow yourself to stop thinking, and you’ll fall asleep peacefully every time.
Been there. Many times. Coquette is right, as usual. And I loved the part about Xanax. That’s good stuff.
Deficit of trust. I like that.
All of this is true.
Poppy is still too little to sleep in our bed but I can totally see this coming a mile away
There are some contraptions that make cohabitation pretty easy at Poppy’s age. We have something called a Snuggle Nest that has worked great for us. We used it with Soleil and now we’re using it with Granger.
A small piece of ice lived in a erlenmyer flask and fell in love with a Bunsen burner.
“Bunsen! my flame! I melt whenever I see you” said the ice.
The Bunsen burner replied “It’s just a phase you’re going through”.
“We don’t allow faster-than-light neutrinos in here,” the bartender says.
A neutrino walks into a bar.
- Knock Knock!
- Who's There?
- To Who?
- To Whom!
So … it seems that there are too many people who don’t realize that it is totally possible to be funny without also making fun of ths disabled or a certain race or sexual orientation or gender or whatever. Also I think everyone has the SADDs pretty bad today. So incoming joke spam it is!