Someone I know died the other day. I just found out.
I’m not particularly sad.
I didn’t know them very well, so I don’t feel bad about that.
A ‘friend’ of mine knew them well, though. (I use the term friend loosely here.)
I debated internally for over five minutes trying to decide whether or not telling them was the right thing to do.
I know it shouldn’t be a big decision, right? Their friend died, so not telling them is just being cruel and unkind to them. (Anyone who knows me knows that I can easily be both at a moment’s notice.)
I hesitated because she’s apparently going through a rough spot with her mother right now, (some internal-family thing that I decided I wasn’t going to get into.)
The other thing is, she just got herself somewhat out of a self destructive cycle, and I’m not sure if yet another friend’s death would push her back over the edge. She’s so independent that she refuses to lean on anyone, or grab an outstretched hand when she slips.
As a result, she falls, and she falls hard, until she hits bottom.
But I sent her a text and told her to get in touch with me. I’ll tell her that her friend is dead.
Then I can look for something else to do.
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So this is my first post from my iPod.
I left Saturday to go visit my Mother. She lives with my Great Aunt and Uncle. They are really nice people and I really like the area. My sister does too. Her fiancé, however, doesn’t seem as thrilled with the locale.
I can’t blame him. The nearest city is quite a drive away, he doesn’t really know anyone here, and it would be a huge change if they decided to move here.
Of course, I can’t move here either. I have a good job where I am right now. (though I may be looking to change that to something better soon.)
Tell you what. I will write more when I get home.
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The Dark Knight: Fantastic. Best Batman movie ever.
Carl, I’m sorry. Ledger was awesome; I should never have doubted you two years ago.
Please forgive me.
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Didn’t go to Chinese food. (She got sick.)
Didn’t meet up at all, actually. (She was sick.)
I’d bought three lilies, not one. She got a picture of them, because we didn’t meet.
No door to open for her.
Couldn’t argue about payment.
No probing questions.
No charm or wit to be found.
Plan failed, much as expected, though not in ways that were expected.
Back to the drawing board.
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From Wikipedia.
Barbecue or barbeque[1] (abbreviated BBQ, Bar-B-Q or Bar-B-Que or diminuted, chiefly in Australia, New Zealand and the United Kingdom to barbie, and braai in South Africa) is a method and apparatus for cooking food, often meat, with the heat and hot gases of a fire, smoking wood, or hot coals of charcoal and may include application of a marinade, spice rub, or basting sauce to the meat. The term as a noun can refer to foods cooked by this method, to the cooker itself, or to a party that includes such food. The term is also used as a verb for the act of cooking food in this manner. Barbecue is usually cooked in an outdoor environment heated by the smoke of wood or charcoal, or with propane and similar gases. Restaurant barbecue may be cooked in large brick or metal ovens specially designed for that purpose.
Also of note:
In British English usage, barbecuing and grilling refer to a fast cooking process directly over high heat, whilst grilling also refers to cooking under a source of direct, high heat–known in the US and Canada as broiling. In US English usage, however, grilling refers to a fast process over high heat whilst barbecuing refers to a slow process using indirect heat and/or hot smoke. For example, in a typical US home ‘grill’, food is cooked on a grate directly over hot charcoal; while in a US ‘barbecue’, the coals are dispersed to the sides or at significant distance from the grate.
Obviously, if I say, “I’m BBQing in the back yard” and I’m using a grill with coals under it, I’m Barbequeing.
Also grilling, but still Barbequeing.
End of fucking story.
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