gigantic primitive trying to keep anxiety level down

[franksolich]

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Oh my.

Ege Bamyasi    

Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 7:23 am
Location: Las Vegas, NV    

Nothing much to report, other than Sen. Harry Reid's office sent us the necessary release forms for them to look into Jeanette's birth certificate problem, and we got them back out in the mail the very next day. It's been more than a week already and we haven't heard anything yet, though we do expect it will take a while given the holiday season and so on. We just wish it wouldn't.

I'm trying to keep my anxiety level down, and to that end I'm going to begin exercising again, regularly, beginning in the next couple of days once the room here gets a good cleaning. I have a lot more endurance on my feet now, but it still hurts to move around for too long -- especially in the hips and knees. I will be using the recumbent as much as I can, provided it doesn't worsen any of that. I'm hoping it will make things better, but then I thought that all the weight I've lost would lessen my hip pain, but instead it's been getting a bit worse lately. So, we'll see.

I haven't weighed myself in a while, because it's easy to eat more than I should, even of healthy foods like rice, when I'm worried and anxious all the time. I'm still hoping to be in the 300 neighborhood by March, though.

On a final note, I hope some of you got to see that total lunar eclipse last night! It was actually totally overcast and drizzling here, so we missed it completely. It was the first time since like 1634 or thereabouts, that a total lunar eclipse took place on the same day as the winter solstice. I bet the Wiccans had a real ball with that!

What's with this room needing a good cleaning?

The gigantic primitive spends all day long in the apartment, which gives him plenty of time to keep things clean.

One suspects the hip pains would decrease once the gigantic primitive gets a job; hips after all need exercise, vigorous exercise, to stay unstiff and unsore.

[Randy]

This should be good. I'll bet it takes months before they hear anything. Maybe with luck less than 6 but we'll have to see. 

[franksolich]

This should be good. I'll bet it takes months before they hear anything. Maybe with luck less than 6 but we'll have to see.

Okay, I'm not God, and can't see the future.

However, this is how I see it based upon both observation and experience.

Having been recently re-elected via machine politics and other shenanigans, for another six years, the senator's staff isn't going to worry so much about constituent problems than they would have, during the rather nervous campaign--no need to any more, at least until 2016.

The senator's staff is busy repaying favors done him, favors much more important than the simple black "x" the gigantic primitive used to vote for him.

Jeanette's problem is not exactly high priority with the senator's staff.

The senator, being a Democrat, is not as sympathetic to constituents' personal problems as his Republican counterpart would be.

Sometime in February, the gigantic primitive's going to get a form letter telling him, sorry, but it's a state matter, not a federal one, and so the senator has no influence in resolving it.  If the senator's staff is more conscientious than usual, they'll offer a couple of paragraphs about possible ways and means of addressing the issue with the appropriate state authorities, never minding that the meddling gigantic primitive's already done that.

The gigantic primitive did this all the wrong way.

It was franksolich who first suggested to the gigantic primitive that he approach the senator for help.

But franksolich didn't mean for the gigantic primitive to do it this way, the bureaucratic going-through-channels stuff.  The gigantic primitive is no stranger to corrupt dirty Democrat machine politics, and knows exactly the right way to do it, outside of channels.

Probably best had the gigantic primitive let Jeanette deal with this herself without any meddling from him; Jeanette is obviously competent and surely brighter than her husband, and on her own, without any meddling from the gigantic primitive, probably could've resolved this a long time ago.

I still think the gigantic primitive being involved in this problem is simply an excuse for his not going out and getting a job himself.  One notices there's a big demand for bellboys in hotels in Las Vegas, and the tips are good.

[GOBUCKS]

One notices there's a big demand for bellboys in hotels in Las Vegas, and the tips are good.

Yeah, but you're overlooking that pesky hip pain, and those big running sores on his legs, and the plantar whatsis, or whatever it is, that combine to keep  the whale in dry dock. Since the birth certificate snafu keeps Jeanette from doing her share, along with the taxpayers, to support the whale and keep him comfortable and fed, she could at least keep the crib neat and clean. Sounds to me like Jeanette is slacking off, unless she's just too busy shagging the roommate.

[true_blood]

What's with this room needing a good cleaning?
The gigantic primitive spends all day long in the apartment, which gives him plenty of time to keep things clean.
One suspects the hip pains would decrease once the gigantic primitive gets a job; hips after all need exercise, vigorous exercise, to stay unstiff and unsore.

The gigantic primitive needs someone to pick up the empty cheeto bags and empty soda cans. Somehow, I'm think the gigantic primitive is hoping the room doesn't get clean so he has an excuse not to exercise.
I bet he can't wait for his wife to go back to work. More privacy for the gigantic. Plus, someone needs to pay the bills.

[Boudicca]

My God, this man takes the phrase "big fat loser" a whole 'nother dimension.  At least put out some resumes, since you're so darn smart :whatever:and try to support your wife like a man should.

[true_blood]

My God, this man takes the phrase "big fat loser" a whole 'nother dimension.  At least put out some resumes, since you're so darn smart :whatever:and try to support your wife like a man should.

A real man would support his wife.

[I_B_Perky]

A real man would support his wife.

H5!   

I bet if she would leave his worthless fat butt he would some weight real quick.

[franksolich]

I bet if she would leave his worthless fat butt he would gain some weight real quick.

You know, the gigantic primitive shows nothing but disrespect for the woman who loves him.

It's grating, how the gigantic primitive will mention that Jeanette's bright--which obviously, excepting in her choice in men, she is--but never without the qualifying "but so am I" or some other reference to his own allegedly genius IQ.

Jeanette never got to more than a quarter of a ton; Jeanette is still ambulatory, going out-and-around in the real world, while the agoraphobic gigantic primitive waddles and wallows inside the tiny apartment.  Jeanette wants to work in an honest job; the gigantic primitive's too lazy to work.

It doesn't take a genius to see who the smart one is, here.

Equally as distasteful has been the gigantic primitive's references to his wife as being, uh, not good-looking.  Well, Jeanette's no eye-candy, but she does have aspects that add pleasantness and niceness and modesty to her countenance, in appearance at least someone one would feel eminently comfortable in her presence.

And then there's the gigantic primitive's disparagement of his wife's lack of confidence and competence (and hence he has to do everything for her), which very well could be true, but the gigantic primitive's neglecting one of his principal obligations to her as his spouse; couples are to help pull each other up, not drag each other down.

Perhaps the gigantic primitive enjoys having her as his "slave," utterly dependent upon him.

I have no doubt that, left to her own devices, free of any meddling from the gigantic primitive, Jeanette on her own could resolve this matter quickly and easily.

About this "a husband should support his wife" stuff, I'm not so sure, but I am sure a husband should never be a burden--and such an enormously heavy one--to his wife.

The gigantic primitive alleges himself to be a genius; in other words, he's smart enough to bring home some bacon himself.

Again, it's blatantly obvious the gigantic primitive is using his wife's problems as an excuse to not get up out of that "recumbent" thing, whatever it is, put some corn starch (available with food-stamps, by the way) on his sores, and hit the sidewalks, looking for a job for himself.

A six-month stint as bellboy in a hotel would melt away those pounds, lubricate the hips, heal the sores, de-escalate the blood sugar and the blood pressure, and he'd do so well in tips--remember, women think fat little bellboys are "cute"--they could probably move out of that little apartment, ditching Joe, and the gigantic primitive could afford to give Jeanette a dozen red roses every Friday or something, to show he truly loves her.

[Karin]

I think he has drifted down into agoraphobia, which compounds all problems even more.  I was also alarmed when I read "going to start exercising again, within the next few days, after the room gets a good cleaning."  Procrastination!  I thought he'd never stopped.  What the hell else is there to do?  How do these people actually fill their days, in such a way as to be tired again by night? 

[Celtic Rose]

I think he has drifted down into agoraphobia, which compounds all problems even more.  I was also alarmed when I read "going to start exercising again, within the next few days, after the room gets a good cleaning."  Procrastination!  I thought he'd never stopped.  What the hell else is there to do?  How do these people actually fill their days, in such a way as to be tired again by night? 

Chronic lack of activity leads to tiredness as well, but I think when somebody isn't active their sleep quality tends to suffer, which leads to more fatigue, and it just ends up being an awful cycle until they get some sort of consistent activity going. 

The idea that the room is so messy that exercising in there is not possible is rather horrifying, unless he is strictly using it as an excuse to not exercise.

[Evil_Conservative]

I think he has drifted down into agoraphobia, which compounds all problems even more.  I was also alarmed when I read "going to start exercising again, within the next few days, after the room gets a good cleaning."  Procrastination!  I thought he'd never stopped.  What the hell else is there to do?  How do these people actually fill their days, in such a way as to be tired again by night? 

I agree!

All of my exercise is done in the living room.  It's our largest room.  Since we have a toddler, there are toys EVERY WHERE most of the day.  When it's my exercise time, I push all the toys out of the way, move one of the couch sections and start my routine.

It doesn't take two or three days to clean my home JUST so I can exercise. 

Is this guy and his wife hoarders or something?

[franksolich]

Is this guy and his wife hoarders or something?

No; the gigantic primitive's just a lazy fat slob, and his wife Jeanette is oftentimes too tired and discouraged from attending to his personal needs--his personal hygienic needs--that one can't blame her for letting things go.

One imagines the interior of the apartment reeks to high heaven, and that after the gigantic primitive starts bringing home some bacon and the two of them can afford to move, the landlord's going to have a massive clean-up and deodorizing job to do.

To forestall any imminent whining by the gigantic primitive--it's coming, trust me--franksolich is compelled to issue another disclaimer.

As God knows, there's plenty of really fat people in the world, and on Skins's island.

Decent and civilized people don't make fun of fat people.

The gigantic primitive's the only morbidly obese primitive who's been featured in the DUmpster; the DUmpster generally leaves all obese primitives, on both Skins's island and that Dr. Diet's web-site, alone in peace and quiet.

Why is the gigantic primitive himself, then, having the light shone upon himself here?

Our first spotting of the gigantic primitive was, after all, when the gigantic primitive was blaming George Bush and Republicans for all of his woes, thus politicizing his flabbidity.  The gigantic primitive made his obeseness political.

So it's his own damned fault.

[GOBUCKS]

I had forgotten another obstacle to the leviathan's potential bellboying career, and, indeed, to ever leaving the apartment at all. He mentioned that his enormous weight had caused his feet to become much wider and longer. They've been squashed out, not unlike the result when one steps on a wad of Play-doh. Even in the unlikely event of the leviathan dropping below the quarter-ton mark, it's hard to believe the reduced weight would cause the feet to shrink narrower and shorter, back to human dimensions. Nope, he's stuck with feet of size 15EEEEEEE, roughly the dimensions of the rear flipper on an adolescent walrus. Shoes for human feet don't come in such a size. They would have to be custom made at an expense too high even for the generous tips enjoyed by Las Vegas bellboys. A barefooted bellboy would likely violate the policy at most luxury Las Vegas hotels, to say nothing of the problem posed by the sizzling hot Nevada pavement. What a predicament! Way back in 2000, few of us could imagine that the election of George W. Bush would lead to such a personal calamity for the gigantic, blameless LVL.

[franksolich]

I had forgotten another obstacle to the leviathan's potential bellboying career, and, indeed, to ever leaving the apartment at all. He mentioned that his enormous weight had caused his feet to become much wider and longer. They've been squashed out, not unlike the result when one steps on a wad of Play-doh. Even in the unlikely event of the leviathan dropping below the quarter-ton mark, it's hard to believe the reduced weight would cause the feet to shrink narrower and shorter, back to human dimensions. Nope, he's stuck with feet of size 15EEEEEEE, roughly the dimensions of the rear flipper on an adolescent walrus. Shoes for human feet don't come in such a size. They would have to be custom made at an expense too high even for the generous tips enjoyed by Las Vegas bellboys. A barefooted bellboy would likely violate the policy at most luxury Las Vegas hotels, to say nothing of the problem posed by the sizzling hot Nevada pavement. What a predicament! Way back in 2000, few of us could imagine that the election of George W. Bush would lead to such a personal calamity for the gigantic, blameless LVL.

Oh now, sir, as I said before, don't think of excuses why the gigantic primitive can't hold a job; after all, the gigantic primitive reads us, and as he's running out of excuses, he might start borrowing some offered here.

Think instead of reasons why he can hold a job.

You remember the news story about the fat woman in Ohio with a brain problem, and how it was suggested--really--that since she wouldn't fit into a regular MRI machine for diagnosis, they could use the one at the Cleveland Zoo, the one made for MRIing elephants.

I myself never paid much attention to footwear, having the abysmally-normal and average size ten feet, the common ordinary everyday size, but surely the ancient Native American craft of making canoes could be applied to devise something in this case?

[Evil_Conservative]

I had forgotten another obstacle to the leviathan's potential bellboying career, and, indeed, to ever leaving the apartment at all. He mentioned that his enormous weight had caused his feet to become much wider and longer. They've been squashed out, not unlike the result when one steps on a wad of Play-doh. Even in the unlikely event of the leviathan dropping below the quarter-ton mark, it's hard to believe the reduced weight would cause the feet to shrink narrower and shorter, back to human dimensions. Nope, he's stuck with feet of size 15EEEEEEE, roughly the dimensions of the rear flipper on an adolescent walrus. Shoes for human feet don't come in such a size. They would have to be custom made at an expense too high even for the generous tips enjoyed by Las Vegas bellboys. A barefooted bellboy would likely violate the policy at most luxury Las Vegas hotels, to say nothing of the problem posed by the sizzling hot Nevada pavement. What a predicament! Way back in 2000, few of us could imagine that the election of George W. Bush would lead to such a personal calamity for the gigantic, blameless LVL.

Maybe our hot pavement out here will help his feet shrink... if that's possible?

But since he does read here.  This might help.

lasvegas.jobing.com
careerbuilder.com
monster.com

[Ballygrl]

He needs to get out of the house more to get his anxiety level down, maybe go for a walk everyday.

[true_blood]

He needs to get out of the house more to get his anxiety level down, maybe go for a walk everyday.

Too much work for the primitive.
Then he'd probably lose weight and be able to,......(gasp), get a job.