Hey Brent! They got you too, huh? Weird how it's just us Drunkard's Walk regulars, though no sign of Bob, and yet no one we know at SV/SB that doesn't also post at DW...
Well, I guess that just means we'll be able to network somewhat better.
As for that laptop issue...
I think this is something that's best fielded to Kestrel. He might have some time once he's go HAL debugged and automating a lot of the digital drudgery he has to deal with.
Anyhow, this little bit reminded me...
Rob, it's a REAL long shot, but I'm drop-boxing you an epub of Jonathan Livingston Seagull. Poor kid sounds like she needs it on top of the big brother thing. God knows I did when I was her age - I spent several weeks reading and re-reading the copy my mother gave me, and it was a happy escape at a time that I could have gone to some very dangerous places, psychologically speaking. Looking back on it now... brrrr. I know I'm one of the lucky ones now, even if it doesn't really feel that way.
(I think the main reason things didn't get much worse for me back then was because my Dad was actually happy for once, so I wasn't on his radar as often. There were still some really cringe-worthy moments, though. There's a reason I put off cleaning in the kitchen as much as possible.)
At any rate, keep us posted, Brent. We'll also try and keep you ahead of any planned socials. We're already toying with the idea of a Halloween Social here at my complex because it's got a pool as a courtyard big enough to pull it off. That, and it's pretty comfortable outside this time of year in San Antonio. I know Rob's girls will welcome a chance to wear shorts and T-shirts and skirts without thermal leggings.
(I already know that there's gonna be a few begging to get relocated. Not sure if that's something that should be done or not. We'll have to remind them that it easily hits 42 degrees centigrade down here, and with relative humidity levels of 80% at that. It's hilarious that so many people have this idea that Texas has a desert climate when, really, it's sub-tropical.)
Well, I guess that just means we'll be able to network somewhat better.
As for that laptop issue...
I think this is something that's best fielded to Kestrel. He might have some time once he's go HAL debugged and automating a lot of the digital drudgery he has to deal with.
Anyhow, this little bit reminded me...
(04-11-2018, 12:30 AM)Labster Wrote:Rob Wrote:Does anyone have any ideas how to cheer up a 12-year-old girl who already thought she wasn't anybody special?
Rob, it's a REAL long shot, but I'm drop-boxing you an epub of Jonathan Livingston Seagull. Poor kid sounds like she needs it on top of the big brother thing. God knows I did when I was her age - I spent several weeks reading and re-reading the copy my mother gave me, and it was a happy escape at a time that I could have gone to some very dangerous places, psychologically speaking. Looking back on it now... brrrr. I know I'm one of the lucky ones now, even if it doesn't really feel that way.
(I think the main reason things didn't get much worse for me back then was because my Dad was actually happy for once, so I wasn't on his radar as often. There were still some really cringe-worthy moments, though. There's a reason I put off cleaning in the kitchen as much as possible.)
At any rate, keep us posted, Brent. We'll also try and keep you ahead of any planned socials. We're already toying with the idea of a Halloween Social here at my complex because it's got a pool as a courtyard big enough to pull it off. That, and it's pretty comfortable outside this time of year in San Antonio. I know Rob's girls will welcome a chance to wear shorts and T-shirts and skirts without thermal leggings.
(I already know that there's gonna be a few begging to get relocated. Not sure if that's something that should be done or not. We'll have to remind them that it easily hits 42 degrees centigrade down here, and with relative humidity levels of 80% at that. It's hilarious that so many people have this idea that Texas has a desert climate when, really, it's sub-tropical.)