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Post by Jake Jortles on Dec 7, 2018 14:08:06 GMT -5
Random dark thought: What is the worst age for someone to die? I'm looking for the age that I would feel the worst for the person who died. Not considering the people around them (especially parents). I'm not being thorough at all with my thinking here, so some of this might sound fucked up. Obvious disclaimer that it sucks when anyone dies.
1. I think you can safely eliminate anything beyond 30 because those people have lived fuller lives with more experiences than the kids younger than them. This makes me want to keep diving down lower and lower to find the worst age for someone to die. I think even someone at age 20 has lived enough longer than someone at age 15 to where I'd feel worse about the 15 year old.
2. Hopping over to the other end of the spectrum. Sometimes when I truly think about why I don't care if people get abortions, one of the variables I consider is that the fetus has 0 understanding of what life or death is. I think I want to extend that concept up to 3 years of age for starters. Not that I don't care if a 2 year old dies, just that I might care slightly less than a 4 year old. Nobody remembers anything from when they were 3 or younger. 3 year olds don't comprehend death and I just don't think there is quite as much of a loss there. No goals. No concept of what the hell is going on.
My instinct is that the worst age for someone to die is somewhere in the 6-8 range, but I could see an argument made for an older age where the person has an idea of what they want to do with their life and they die before they can achieve any of those goals. Like maybe 16-20. Still think they have lived so much more than an 8 year old.
Random dark thought: What is the worst age for someone to die? I'm looking for the age that I would feel the worst for the person who died. Not considering the people around them (especially parents). I'm not being thorough at all with my thinking here, so some of this might sound fucked up. Obvious disclaimer that it sucks when anyone dies.
1. I think you can safely eliminate anything beyond 30 because those people have lived fuller lives with more experiences than the kids younger than them. This makes me want to keep diving down lower and lower to find the worst age for someone to die. I think even someone at age 20 has lived enough longer than someone at age 15 to where I'd feel worse about the 15 year old.
2. Hopping over to the other end of the spectrum. Sometimes when I truly think about why I don't care if people get abortions, one of the variables I consider is that the fetus has 0 understanding of what life or death is. I think I want to extend that concept up to 3 years of age for starters. Not that I don't care if a 2 year old dies, just that I might care slightly less than a 4 year old. Nobody remembers anything from when they were 3 or younger. 3 year olds don't comprehend death and I just don't think there is quite as much of a loss there. No goals. No concept of what the hell is going on.
My instinct is that the worst age for someone to die is somewhere in the 6-8 range, but I could see an argument made for an older age where the person has an idea of what they want to do with their life and they die before they can achieve any of those goals. Like maybe 16-20. Still think they have lived so much more than an 8 year old.
I know you are speaking in terms of the deceased, but as a parent any age before the parent is too young. And for some women who struggle to carry full-term, for those women, miscarriages are the worst. I believe that since we do not know what happens once you are dead, that the only people that matter are those close to the deceased and any age is devastating. And the closer the person is to the relative the worse the pain is.
Speaking of dying, we are trying to come to grips with our dog’s last days. She is a boxer (no surprise) and would be 15 in April. They typically only live to about 9-10. Mine is a relatively small boxer (45-50 pounds) and smaller dogs tend to live much longer on average. We got her in 2004 when she was only a few weeks old. She made it through hurricane katrina and the numerous places she lived after that until she got the semi permanent home back with her mom and best friend (my daughter).
We know she has brain cancer, liver cancer renal failure, arthritis and otherwise needs to sleep a lot. She still gets up when anyone comes over to say hello and is now eating mostly people food - rice, chicken, pork, sweet potatoes or pumpkin and is on a few medications to treat immediate issues. We won’t put her down out of convenience because she is considered a family member in multiple households. The ex says when the bad days outnumber the good ones, it will be time. The line I drew was on suffering. If she gets to obvious suffering, I am going to make that call. One problem with dogs and especially boxers because the are so pack oriented and pack up with their people like they would with other dogs, is that they usually don’t want to show weakness and get shunned from their pack which is what would happen in the wild. I think the best we can do is just carry her down the stairs whenever she has to go and just let her live out her last days happy. If we do make the decision, I will break every rule there is. She’ll get a steak and bone, ice cream, milk and all manner of unhealthy delicious shit that will send her off happy. It’s still gonna be a mother fucker though. The only dog we ever had to put down was my childhood beagle. She lived to be like 17 and was kept alive by the vet who eventually told my mom that while they could still keep her alive, at some point it’s just better to put her down because she was about out of quality of life. I guess in an ideal world, your dog would just pass in their sleep. The shock of finding them would come with a certain finality to help you get over it. In an elective move, you know you’re doing the right thing but I feel like I wouldn’t want to do it too early or too late. Shit still sucks because after this amount of time, she’s been part of many people’s lives for a long, long time. That brings up the idea of being humane. We can’t be as humane with humans because of moral and religious considerations. But our pets hopefully get the benefit of us being able to make sound decisions for them.
Speaking of dying, we are trying to come to grips with our dog’s last days. She is a boxer (no surprise) and would be 15 in April. They typically only live to about 9-10. Mine is a relatively small boxer (45-50 pounds) and smaller dogs tend to live much longer on average. We got her in 2004 when she was only a few weeks old. She made it through hurricane katrina and the numerous places she lived after that until she got the semi permanent home back with her mom and best friend (my daughter).
We know she has brain cancer, liver cancer renal failure, arthritis and otherwise needs to sleep a lot. She still gets up when anyone comes over to say hello and is now eating mostly people food - rice, chicken, pork, sweet potatoes or pumpkin and is on a few medications to treat immediate issues. We won’t put her down out of convenience because she is considered a family member in multiple households. The ex says when the bad days outnumber the good ones, it will be time. The line I drew was on suffering. If she gets to obvious suffering, I am going to make that call. One problem with dogs and especially boxers because the are so pack oriented and pack up with their people like they would with other dogs, is that they usually don’t want to show weakness and get shunned from their pack which is what would happen in the wild. I think the best we can do is just carry her down the stairs whenever she has to go and just let her live out her last days happy. If we do make the decision, I will break every rule there is. She’ll get a steak and bone, ice cream, milk and all manner of unhealthy delicious shit that will send her off happy. It’s still gonna be a mother fucker though. The only dog we ever had to put down was my childhood beagle. She lived to be like 17 and was kept alive by the vet who eventually told my mom that while they could still keep her alive, at some point it’s just better to put her down because she was about out of quality of life. I guess in an ideal world, your dog would just pass in their sleep. The shock of finding them would come with a certain finality to help you get over it. In an elective move, you know you’re doing the right thing but I feel like I wouldn’t want to do it too early or too late. Shit still sucks because after this amount of time, she’s been part of many people’s lives for a long, long time. That brings up the idea of being humane. We can’t be as humane with humans because of moral and religious considerations. But our pets hopefully get the benefit of us being able to make sound decisions for them.
Maya is my first dog, she's 8, turning 9 in March. I don't know what I will do when she starts to demise. I hope that yours goes in her sleep for you and you don't have to make that decision. Puppies are family and that's a rough one. Love on that puppy as much as possible for as long as possible and we're here for you!
For sure. I wouldn’t let her linger if it was hurting her to so so. I mean she’s bad but she still has a fairly decent quality of life for a very old dog. She won’t really eat dry dog food anymore, but we can work around that for a little while with protein and vitamins.
My friend is eating breakfast a table away from Donald Glover. I wish I was there so I could interrupt his meal and bombard him with questions about his plans seven months from now.
Post by piggy pablo on Dec 8, 2018 16:50:18 GMT -5
I saw Aubrey Plaza out eating once at Squirl in LA. A girl I knew was obsessed with her so I had to get a photo to prove it. I managed to get one without her noticing. If she had I probably would have had a panic attack.
I saw Aubrey Plaza out eating once at Squirl in LA. A girl I knew was obsessed with her so I had to get a photo to prove it. I managed to get one without her noticing. If she had I probably would have had a panic attack.
I initially read this as you once saw Aubrey Plaza eating out a squirrel and I was very turned on confused.
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My friend is eating breakfast a table away from Donald Glover. I wish I was there so I could interrupt his meal and bombard him with questions about his plans seven months from now.
I also ran into Donald Glover at breakfast once. He was eating on the patio and I made eye contact with him as I rode my bike up. I almost wrecked when he glanced at me and after I locked up I had to walk right past him to get into the restaurant.
He was with his daughter and both of them were dressed far better than I ever will.
I saw Aubrey Plaza out eating once at Squirl in LA. A girl I knew was obsessed with her so I had to get a photo to prove it. I managed to get one without her noticing. If she had I probably would have had a panic attack.
I initially read this as you once saw Aubrey Plaza eating out a squirrel and I was very turned on confused.
Squirl is some near-vegan hipster brunch place. I got yogurt with jam because it was the only non-vegan thing they had. Needless to say, it was fine.
I’m currently on the indoor track at my local community center and these people are slow as fuck. I hope they know they are being passed by a mature very fit woman listening to Weezer.
I sat on my ho ho ho lazy ass and finished Christmas shopping today. I was down to the last 7 gifts which was 3 grandnieces/nephew, daughter’s bf one son’s gf, family Kris Kringle and ex brother in law. It took about 15 minutes on Amazon. I don’t have prime and don’t usually buy shit off of there, but whatever. My kids and one Son’s gf got 2 night STS9 and 2 night Disco Biscuits run tix. They all would have got a trip to Day for Night and tickets, but Omar fucked that shit up. All 8 nieces and nephews get money. You get 30 for just being a n/n or 50 if you’re a Godchild.
Shits done, and 23 people got their gifts with less than 2 hours worth of effort. I’m pretty happy about that. I should probably be even more slothful and consume processed food with lots of carbohydrates.
I need an idea for a $20 Yankee swap gift. Don't really want to do a gift card or scratch tickets. Was told I can't do alcohol either, since many in the swap don't drink or are minors.