gigantic primitive rummages through closet

[franksolich]

Frank, are you sure he doesn't go out at all now?

The last outing the gigantic primitive mentioned was in March 2009, when he was near 500 pounds and wanted to celebrate his birthday by dining in a restaurant.  It was one of his classic rants (it's here somewhere); the driver of the special "handi-van" had a lot of passengers, their own purposes for riding being of a medical nature (and hence they had priority over riders out for recreation).

The driver took the gigantic primitive and Jeanette all over Las Vegas, taking care of these other passengers, dropping them off at medical clinics and hospitals and physicians' offices, and so got the celebratory couple to the restaurant long past the time of their reservation.

The gigantic primitive said "screw this," and had the hapless bus-driver drive them back home, where they boiled up a pot of beans or something, for his birthday.

After which the usual standard bitchery about incompetent bus-drivers, physicians, nurses, his mother of blessed memory, and George Bush.

This was one of my first posts about the gigantic primitive; I pointed out he might possibly be headed for trouble, because of his attitude.  When one gets lemons, make lemonade.  The gigantic primitive and Jeanette didn't make it to the restaurant, but they did get an afternoon-long tour of Las Vegas, and Las Vegas could hardly be an uninteresting city.

As I added, once they knew they weren't going to make it to the restaurant on time, since they were on the bus anyway, they should've sat back, relaxed, and enjoyed seeing the city, as if on one of these tour buses going through Hollywood or Beverly Hills, showing off the sights.  When one gets lemons, make lemonade.

Since that time, the gigantic primitive has not mentioned once going out, and it's reasonable.  Morbidly obese people tend to be morbidly agoraphobic, staying inside behind closed doors while others they view as servants do their bidding (the shopping, the errands, the posterior-wiping).

Notice, please, the gigantic primitive never says "we went shopping;" only that "Jeanette went shopping."

(Nor has he mentioned any outings to see any "stupid" physicians; apparently there's a waiting period between when one boards the disability gravy-train and one gets the free medical care, and he's not over that period yet.)

I sense some sympathy for the gigantic primitive, and it's misplaced. 

The gigantic primitive, who's blamed all of his problems on other people, who thinks he's cerebrally superior to nearly all the rest of the human race, and who's never shown an iota, a scintilla, of gratitude to all those who've tried helping him--the hard-pressed taxpayers, the physicians and nurses, his mother of blessed memory, bus drivers, George Bush, doesn't deserve any sympathy from even the most bleeding of hearts.

[Karin]

Great Caesar's Ghost is right!!!  That slipped right by me.  I'm looking at my marriage cert, and my SS card.  Says nothing about my father's last name.  And we still don't know how she got and held that last job she had. 

Frank, I remember your post about window shopping and strolling about as a zero-cost date.  Made perfect sense to me, and it gets a little exercise in as well.  Your avatar still makes me laugh. 

[franksolich]

Great Caesar's Ghost is right!!!  That slipped right by me.  I'm looking at my marriage cert, and my SS card.  Says nothing about my father's last name.  And we still don't know how she got and held that last job she had. 

Frank, I remember your post about window shopping and strolling about as a zero-cost date.  Made perfect sense to me, and it gets a little exercise in as well.  Your avatar still makes me laugh. 

It might vary among the states, the names of the parents being listed on certain documents.

I checked the certified copy of the certificate of marriage of a sister, and a brother, both of them married here in Nebraska, and it does indeed list the four parents of the couple.

I can't find the certified copies of other certificates of marriage, other than that of my own parents (New York)--which does not list the four parents--and so I don't have enough to compare; but I suspect it's different in each of the 50 states.

On the other hand, social security cards, which are the same in all 50 states, at least on mine bears only the nine-digit number and my full name.  Nothing about parentage.

[Evil_Conservative]

It might vary among the states, the names of the parents being listed on certain documents.

I checked the certified copy of the certificate of marriage of a sister, and a brother, both of them married here in Nebraska, and it does indeed list the four parents of the couple.

I can't find the certified copies of other certificates of marriage, other than that of my own parents (New York)--which does not list the four parents--and so I don't have enough to compare; but I suspect it's different in each of the 50 states.

On the other hand, social security cards, which are the same in all 50 states, at least on mine bears only the nine-digit number and my full name.  Nothing about parentage.

Was he married in Las Vegas or any where else in Clark County?

I pulled out my marriage certificate from good ole Clark County and it does not have my mother's or father's name listed.  Just husband and wife.

[franksolich]

Was he married in Las Vegas or any where else in Clark County?

I pulled out my marriage certificate from good ole Clark County and it does not have my mother's or father's name listed.  Just husband and wife.

Nebraska's a little tight on its restrictions for certifcates of birth, marriage, death, whatnot.

Notoriously tight.

It freaks me that only I, or a legal representative of mine, can obtain a copy of such certificates that pertain to myself, whereas I can order anybody's certificates from, say, Washington state.

A person has to be dead for 75 years before someone, for example, merely doing genealogical research (and hence no compelling legal reason for the request), to get a certificate of death from Nebraska.

Comparing with certificates from New York and Pennsylvania, it appears the information on Nebraska certificates is somewhat, uh, more detailed.

[Rufus2010]

Ege Bamyasi and Systematic Chaos, are they the same person or twin brothers?

[Chris_]

Ege Bamyasi and Systematic Chaos, are they the same person or twin brothers?

Same person, different forums.

[Rufus2010]

Oh ok.

[Chris_]

Nebraska's a little tight on its restrictions for certifcates of birth, marriage, death, whatnot.

Notoriously tight.

It freaks me that only I, or a legal representative of mine, can obtain a copy of such certificates that pertain to myself, whereas I can order anybody's certificates from, say, Washington state.

A person has to be dead for 75 years before someone, for example, merely doing genealogical research (and hence no compelling legal reason for the request), to get a certificate of death from Nebraska.

Comparing with certificates from New York and Pennsylvania, it appears the information on Nebraska certificates is somewhat, uh, more detailed.

Speaking of strange restrictions, I was in the County Clerk's office the other year transferring the title for car #1 and overheard one of the clerks lecturing a man who was filing for his fourth marriage license in the state.  Something about the state being very restrictive on handing out multiple marriage licenses to the same person.