My book-multiplexing is only getting worse. Read a few dozen pages of vojagxoj. Cue all those who want to say "I told you" so to say they told me so.
This nasty painful mysterious cut/infected thingy on my chin that arrived a week and a half ago is finally going away, I think.
I forgot that Sprecher's root beer is available here. Got some today. Mmmm.
I keep having these conversations with my mom that end like
me: Some people claim that X.
mom: [in a completely agreeing tone] Yeah, like Y.
me: Well, actually, that's completely contradictory to X.
mom: But don't you think that Y?
me: Well, Y is certainly a valid point of view, but there's this
long-standing argument between X and Y. It's not as if they're
compatible.
mom: Right, exactly, that's why I think Y.
me: Okay, whatever.
Or occasionally the notion of 'diametrically opposed' is replaced by 'barely connected at all' but the structure of the conversation remains. I think the root cause, though, is we rarely both care about the same questions in an argument. Everything turns into a sociological question with her --- not that turning everything into a particular
