My point is you can know your stuff without having to read the entire book. Just being able to point out that (for example, in Meyer's case) an author's vocabulary is hideously small, or that the plot is almost nonexistent, or (in Rand's case) that the plot contradicts the ideals she claims to uphold in addition to being thoroughly implausible, is a pretty unassailable position I think.Nah, I think if you want to argue you'd better know your stuff.
I think a lot of Twilight anti's don't want the implication that they like something only on principle without knowing what exactly is going on ala Laura Mallory.Ⓐaron;218604 said:Though really, you're doing it wrong. You don't have to read a book to be able to make a good argument about why it's crap. For example, I know many reasons why Atlas Shrugged is a steaming pile of dog shit and the only part of it I've ever read is about two pages of John Galt's speech.
...For a minute I thought you said the water kept April's Fooling you...FUCKING ANNOYING WAITER kept April's Fooling me.
Time zones, love.When IS April Fools' Day anyway? It's on April 1st, right?
It's April 2nd here now though. Or was that part of the joke?
That would explain it, as I asked for TEA.Yeah us bakers make some terrible coffee.
That would explain it, as I asked for TEA.
I really am sorry to hear that. If you need someone to talk to, don't hesitate. We're all here for you.Finding out my dad only has one year left to live.
This may not be the right thing to say right now, but as someone who also has a dying parent, you need to hear it from someone.Finding out my dad only has one year left to live.
Finding out my dad only has one year left to live.
If we can be of any help, rather it be from listening or just needing to talk to someone, you have your support group here. Again, I really am sorry.Thanks you guys. Knowing someone cares means a lot to me.
@Vismund: I don't know... he's been diagnosed with cancer. He also had a heart attack when I was 8. Although he recovered, it's unusual to get one around that young of an age. Not to mention, my dad has had a long history of smoking and drinking, even though the whole family has voiced our opposition against it. He never really gave a shit about his health.
Honestly, I didn't feel as depressed about it as I thought I would when I had initially heard about it, but then again... I think I already had a lot of the sadness out of my system way before then. My dad is a really depressing old man and he worried about my future and my brother's future a lot. He always emphasized good grades, a higher education and a job that didn't involve physical labor, which he never got for himself and he regrets it even today. He always said we had to be independent because "there will be a time when your mom and I will die and we won't be able to support you". I remember hearing those words a lot when I entered high school, and even more when I had hit my senior year. I also remember crying whenever he said them. My dad talks about dying a lot. If there's anything I'm going to remember about him most when he's gone, it'll be this. That he wanted to die before becoming a burden on the family. That he wanted to be cremated and have his ashes scattered. That he didn't want any money spent on his funeral. I also remember him making me promise him, that if any of my relatives were to ask about him, that I lie and tell them that he's "away" or that I don't about his whereabouts. Because he didn't want them to feel sad over him. And he sounded so very sure, when he told me they would eventually stop asking these questions and forget about him. He told me this only once, but I still remember how he said it even today. We used to go to family reunions once a year and he used to bring friends over to our house and talk and have a drink, but he hasn't been doing that since two years ago. I'm pretty sure that his actions are related to the promise. I'm not sure if I am going to honor that promise, or if I do... how I will go about it. Even though he had said many times, "I'm probably going to die soon." I didn't really expect it to be this soon. So while I'm not crying nearly as much as I did back then, I think it's because I'm not actually there in the house, seeing him stumbling and going through the symptoms and doing some of the things my brother told he normally doesn't do, so it hasn't fully hit me yet.
Rather than that, I'm more pissed off about the fact that my dad is fucking dying, and he's spending his last moments in life trying to find and keep a job. When really, he should be getting some sort of treatment. Or, at the very least, relaxing and doing the things he wants before he leaves this world. But I'm incapable of providing either of that because of my lack of income. I know I shouldn't feel irritated at myself, that he would want me to continue my schooling (Ironically, I am pursuing a medical career yet what I've learned would do jack shit in alleviating his symptoms.), but he really deservers better. He shouldn't have to work to death like his father before him. I want to go see him, I want to stay by his side but I have to hold off on that until summer break. I'm thinking about going to a university closer to home, going to school part time, and getting a job for the next school year. Or maybe temporarily taking a break from college until my brother finishes his education. Maybe even change my degree because the route I'm going would take me about 5-6 more years from where I'm at until I get a decent job. My brother is graduating high school this year. Paying tuition for two children would be a strain and my mom is going to need all the support she can get.
Thanks you guys. Knowing someone cares means a lot to me.
@Vismund: I don't know... he's been diagnosed with cancer. He also had a heart attack when I was 8. Although he recovered, it's unusual to get one around that young of an age. Not to mention, my dad has had a long history of smoking and drinking, even though the whole family has voiced our opposition against it. He never really gave a shit about his health.
Honestly, I didn't feel as depressed about it as I thought I would when I had initially heard about it, but then again... I think I already had a lot of the sadness out of my system way before then. My dad is a really depressing old man and he worried about my future and my brother's future a lot. He always emphasized good grades, a higher education and a job that didn't involve physical labor, which he never got for himself and he regrets it even today. He always said we had to be independent because "there will be a time when your mom and I will die and we won't be able to support you". I remember hearing those words a lot when I entered high school, and even more when I had hit my senior year. I also remember crying whenever he said them. My dad talks about dying a lot. If there's anything I'm going to remember about him most when he's gone, it'll be this. That he wanted to die before becoming a burden on the family. That he wanted to be cremated and have his ashes scattered. That he didn't want any money spent on his funeral. I also remember him making me promise him, that if any of my relatives were to ask about him, that I lie and tell them that he's "away" or that I don't about his whereabouts. Because he didn't want them to feel sad over him. And he sounded so very sure, when he told me they would eventually stop asking these questions and forget about him. He told me this only once, but I still remember how he said it even today. We used to go to family reunions once a year and he used to bring friends over to our house and talk and have a drink, but he hasn't been doing that since two years ago. I'm pretty sure that his actions are related to the promise. I'm not sure if I am going to honor that promise, or if I do... how I will go about it. Even though he had said many times, "I'm probably going to die soon." I didn't really expect it to be this soon. So while I'm not crying nearly as much as I did back then, I think it's because I'm not actually there in the house, seeing him stumbling and going through the symptoms and doing some of the things my brother told he normally doesn't do, so it hasn't fully hit me yet.
Rather than that, I'm more pissed off about the fact that my dad is fucking dying, and he's spending his last moments in life trying to find and keep a job. When really, he should be getting some sort of treatment. Or, at the very least, relaxing and doing the things he wants before he leaves this world. But I'm incapable of providing either of that because of my lack of income. I know I shouldn't feel irritated at myself, that he would want me to continue my schooling (Ironically, I am pursuing a medical career yet what I've learned would do jack shit in alleviating his symptoms.), but he really deservers better. He shouldn't have to work to death like his father before him. I want to go see him, I want to stay by his side but I have to hold off on that until summer break. I'm thinking about going to a university closer to home, going to school part time, and getting a job for the next school year. Or maybe temporarily taking a break from college until my brother finishes his education. Maybe even change my degree because the route I'm going would take me about 5-6 more years from where I'm at until I get a decent job. My brother is graduating high school this year. Paying tuition for two children would be a strain and my mom is going to need all the support she can get.