psion1369

I only wear socks when I have to, and then they have to match exactly. Otherwise, barefoot and flip flops as much as possible.

High sugar makes me tired, and if I don't drink plenty of water, I wake up with a headache similar to a hangover.

My cat rolls off the back of the couch quite often when he sleeps. Usually he rolls onto the seat cushions, but it's hilarious when he goes backward and falls into the stuff we have behind the couch. For reference, we use the couch to help separate the living room and the kitchen, and we keep our cans of soda against the couch. Poor cat falls into them, we laugh, and the he walks around all embarrassed and pissed. Never hurt, though.

Looks pretty good. Got the dot files?

I know you said you can't leave because of family and stuff, but you do need to be somewhere that will get you away from the abuse you are getting. Get an apartment in your town, that's a good start. And travel to the closest city to you. Central Ohio? I was in Columbus recently and was really digging it out there. Take a day trip or two every so often. Get out of that atmosphere.

I will agree there. But the mining and manufacturing potential is rather insane. We could make money back rather quickly.

I'm glad to see that we are moving forward with it, I just would rather it not be by Elon. But he has the tools to get it done.

I think a moon colony was possible at minimum the mid 90's. I only think bureaucracy got in the way along with a very stunted space shuttle.

She is a golem. That is all.

At the time, there were more stories about people abusing Ritalin than success stories. They were trying to protect me from people who would try to get my meds from me, but they realized that I never went out and about as a kid and the school office kept prescribed medicine in a locked cabinet for the students. I'm sure if they knew what it would do to me though, they would have been more apprehensive.

I was diagnosed early, around age seven. At the time, the only real coping mechanism was Ritalin and very distressed parents and teachers. It took a couple of years for my parents to relent and give me the drugs, but no real coping either. Not that I blame them, in the late 80s there wasn't much outside of the drugs. It worked for me in school, but at a cost. No emotional output, no real friends, I was a zombie.

While I'm going on about my problems, what I want to say is that there are now better medications AND coping methods. Productivity managers, therapy, everything I wish I had as a kid. Get the kid into all of it as soon as a problem is forming and don't be afraid to help indulge an interest.

Imagine going to a pizzeria. You've heard great things about it, how tasty it is and how cheap it is. Now once you get in there, there are a ton of people who don't work there, but are telling you that the burger place down the road is bad because they are expensive and lack options. But everyone you know goes to this burger place. So you decide that a pizza is in order, but all these people are yelling and screaming about how their crust type is the best, and then you have people listing every single topping combination and the benefits of each, but nobody has a consensus on any of it. Only then will you realize that they are all waiting for their own pizza order. And once you actually get to the counter, there is no menu board and you are expected to just order a pizza. The voices of what is the better pizza are drowning out your thoughts on what you actually need, so you leave and get back in line for the same burger every other person is ordering. Maybe I can add cheese, but it's still the same cheese. That is what the Linux community is like.