Speed limits, at least on state and federal roads, are often governed by a set of rules that basically look at sight distances, entrances to the roadway, and some other factors. So there are rules to them. I think the highway speed limits are generally fine.

Putting all that aside, entitlement is absolutely a thing, and this post does a good job of nailing it. There’s a speed limit. If you go over it, you are taking a risk. If you get pulled over for 70 in a 65 and you bitch about it, you’re an entitled idiot. I say this as someone who exceeds the speed limit, it’s just how things operate over her. But if I get tagged for doing so, I will eat it, because I was knowingly breaking the law. Now, if it were more regularly enforced, I might not do it, but it seems to be that 20% above the posted limit is acceptable, and so that’s how I operate (except I do 25 in residential areas because there is no reason to speed on streets people are walking and kids are riding bikes).

Yeah, I’m from New Jersey but took French in middle and high school, and eventually, at 19 say let’s do this thing, and I go to Montreal, and imagine my surprise when I have no idea what the fuck they’re saying. And I make friends with a couple on a cruise from Gatineau, and my god, it’s even harder to understand. I was failed by my education!

And when I go to Paris and speak French they’re like “Okay you can stop,” which to me means good enough! The New Jersey accent is quite unlike the French accent, it seems.

I dunno about where you are, but there’s a few different methods for transporting patients who are not ambulatory:

Stair chair. It is a wheelchair type device with tracks on the back. You get to a flight if stairs, you fold the tracks out, and the patient leans back on about a 30-degree angle (not sure what that is in metric (that’s a joke) sorry), and you basically slide down the stairs on the tracks. Great device for patients who can be in a seated position, like Tanner Hall.

Backboard. Everyone knows the backboard. Not great for stairs, but can be used in a pinch, especially if suspected c-spine or potential for hypotensive events.

Scoop. Scoop is a backboard is concave and splits apart down the center longitudinally. Great for folks who are down and cannot get up and cannot tolerate being moved; I.e., broken hip. You bring it to them, open it up like a scissor, come down, and close it around them. It does not touch in the middle so you don’t need to worry about pinching. Downside is you’ll need to use cravats to secure them, or use the scoop and put them direct on steetcher. Not ideal for going down stairs.

Reeves. It’s a flexible stretcher. If you need to carry someone a long way with moderate ups and downs and lefts and rights, reeves is good. Have used it in tight homes, down half flights of stairs, and in the woods. Easy to clean for when people are bleeding or shit themselves. Lightweight. Really cradles the patient in there too, like a little cocoon.

That’s all I got for now, but there’s more, like high/low angle rescue. But for a broken ankle, I’d generally tell you to man up and hop down your stairs.

Shout-out to Mena Abrahim, who I trust not with my own health but with my kids, which is more important than me.

His name or how he looked (except his resemblance to a good friend of mine) was never of import. He was a good doctor, still is although we are fortunate enough to not see him too much anymore. Which is kinda sad, unless you’re a PCP, you’re there for people when they’re suffering, and then you disappear off their radar. But when I get a sinus infection, I’ll hit him up.

A mantaur?

Same boat. And my work laptop just got fucked by OneDrive again, very frustrating. I have no other qualms with windows, honestly, but stop moving my folders. My desktop is no longer my desktop, despite me reverting back and all that. And it’s far from a big deal, it’s just an annoyance at this point. But I’m stuck because of my incredibly niche software.

You better come with some jokes then. When I’m moving some bulky furniture upstairs and really not having a good time, sometimes a well-timed joke is exactly what we need to drop it and injure ourselves.

I have a friend who’s done very well with the AI boom, he works for some startup, has for the past six or seven years. He moved into an apartment like 10 years ago, he was working for a pharma company, just building their servers I’ll say, because I don’t know what the fuck he does. When he moved into the apartment, he hit me up, I rounded up another friend or two, we took care of it.

He bought (had built) a new home about six or seven months ago. He did not call me to help him move. He’s moved beyond that, because to him, he doesn’t want to be involved. You don’t call someone to help you move and then not take part. For him, it’s a no-brainer to just pay to have it done. And that’s fine, and I just kinda wanted to give an example of this divide.

My neighbor is the guy with the truck. He feels the same way you do, says he just can’t imagine not being available to help folks out. He’s helped me out. I help him out (not with a truck, of course). He has a truck because he is big, it’s comfortable, and because he can help people move shit or get mulch or whatever. He lives for it.

The crazy part is it doesn’t matter who you voted for, everyone on both sides would generally love to help their neighbor and would offer a hand. It’s just when people get involved in the macro sense that they get filled with hate and anger. Makes me sad. Let’s just all move couches.

Yeah, this is how I do it. Computers are more than capable of handling the three-letter abbreviation for months nowadays, versus some bygone era where perhaps we needed just numbers. This is how I date anything that I need to out a date on.

Yeah, I definitely intend to crack a few open, take off work, that kind of thing.

And then I’m going to put his name in the past and let it stay there.

Peal means concede? I think peal only refers to a sound, I’ve never heard it used to mean concede. I may have misinterpreted what you meant though.

Can’t refute what you said because you didn’t say anything.

I like to think I did my 20s right, if that means anything. Partied often, built my career, worked on my established, longstanding friendships. I lived a bit wildly, but I also think that I gradually wound those things down. I have been in my career since I was 20, but in my mid-20s, my friends would show up to my jobs at night, I’d change out of my suit in the bathroom, and we’d all take a train into Manhattan, on a Tuesday or Wednesday. It’s something I couldn’t even consider. Our nights started at 1030, 11. Now, that’s essentially when they end for me.

I’m now in as late as your 30s get, have kids, and that lifestyle is a very distant past, which I’m happy about. I have friends who still like to live it, and that’s cool. I’ll hang out with them, but I also have no problem tapping out early, and they also don’t care that I do. We’re all past the point of “uno mas,” which is funny because it’s been the name of our group chat for the past 15 years, and it’s okay. I had fun, it’s no longer what I want to do for fun, and that’s cool with me and everyone.

It’s nice to all grow to a point where peer pressure has seemed to finally met it’s demise, although I do always say peer pressure is a great motivator of youth, and I wouldn’t change my youth for a second, because my present is great.

Nice one! America Bad! Clever, edgy, sexy!

Peal is a loud ringing sound.

Otherwise, I agree.

So that wood wall is not wood, it’s like 1/8th" veneer. So of all the things, I’m okay with that going. Granted, don’t paint it, rip it out, apply new walls where necessary, and then paint those.

That being said, we moved in 1997 to a house with the wood paneling, and as we were ripping it down, there were a million large holes everywhere, so we put it back up and painted it. White.

Yeah, painting the old wood and painting the brick is just too much. My home is pushing 100 and I have big old molding everywhere, but I’ve seen other houses in my neighborhood where folks have painted the big old molding - white obviously, because that’s apparently the only “color” - and to me it just begs to be burnt to the ground.

People actually paint bricks, and it disturbs me. Bricks are so porous, and so unpainting them is an ordeal to say the least. I never understood painting brick. Brick looks nice. They made them look nice right from the brickyard.