Given my family’s… history of having smokers in it, some people are surprised by the fact that I’ve never touched a cigarette in my life, at least until they find out how severe my asthma is. Some of them are still surprised that I haven’t “managed to find a way to smoke”, as though nicotine is this powerful of a drug. Having no prior history with it, having never smoked in my life, I can’t say either way. And I never intend to have history with it, having seen my own grandmother and mother smoke to the point that they came down with lung cancer, then metastatic lung cancer, then die as a result of it. Some people may think that I’m being a bit blunt saying that, but it is what it is — my mother cared for her own mother, who died from lung cancer, did not stop smoking, came down with metastatic lung cancer herself, did not seem to mind that smoking had heavily contributed to this, and died not seeming to mind. I fully intend on breaking this cycle.
To be honest, I’ve never understood the allure behind something that is a known carcinogen and life shortener. With things like caffeine, there isn’t the drastically increased risk of cancer — there isn’t the surgeon general’s warning, the black box label. There’s only the admonishment that children shouldn’t be drinking it, and the advisement that you should only consume so much of it in a twenty-four hour period (as well as the fact that children should not be drinking energy drinks, which I wholeheartedly agree with, as well as guidance on the consumption of energy drinks within a twenty-four hour period… and as an adult who doesn’t mind the occasional energy drink due to their taste, that is also something else that I actually agree on). If something is a known carcinogen and will shorten my life by my repeated consumption of it, that’s not something that I am even willing to start putting in my body, especially when the risk of cancer drastically increases with use over time, as we’ve seen with cigarettes. And I have family history on my side.
And as I’ve mentioned in here, I’ve also got the “gift” of shoddy lung function, which would not help matters out at all. Knowing my luck, I would develop cancer even sooner, worsen my lung function even quicker, and be even worse the wear for it… and who would that effect? My children. Regardless of their ages, that would affect my children. And I know this now. Why would I even bother doing this to myself if I know all this now?
Maybe I’m a bit naïve (which I would rather happily be), but is nicotine really worth all of this?
Are cigarettes worth coming down with cancer and shortening one’s life by years, maybe even decades?
Are they really?
Quite frankly, I’m aghast that another popular way of delivering nicotine still hasn’t managed to be marketed given that lung cancer is a leading cause of death. The least we can do is find a safer way to imbibe nicotine.
And given what has been on the news about vaping, so far it’s not really the safest alternative.
Quitters never win, and winners never… uh…
Back when I was in high school, attempting to participate in sports while my coaches (and, as it would later turn out, my gym teacher) turned a blind eye to the asthma symptoms that I was blatantly exhibiting, my cross-country team was working on “gearing up” for the mile that almost all of us would “master” running. As it turned out, I would be one of the very few students, if not the only student, that would not ever succeed in running the mile — not only were the symptoms of asthma that I were blatantly exhibiting being ignored to the tune of no one even bothering to tell my parents that I had them or was struggling to perform in athletics or physical education, but during my first, last, and only run, I stopped to help a friend of mine that had tripped over a hidden pit, spraining her ankle in the process. Because both of us had stopped, we were disqualified. My cross-country coach insisted that all of us would “be successful” in running the mile if only we would get over the “mental block” that must have prevented us from doing it, and it still incenses me that not a single adult in a position of power even stopped to recognize the symptoms of asthma that I had been exhibiting, let alone give my parents a phone call to let them know. As mentioned in previous entries, my parents would not find out for more than a decade that my coaches and gym teachers had either turned a blind eye to them or intentionally ignored them. This was another reason that I just hated my high school…
I say this like I do because one of the things that I had wanted to do, and would like to do if my health would allow it, is run. But it is one of the things that my lungs will, full stop, not allow me to do. There’s absolutely no way that my lungs would ever allow me to do that. They have made it abundantly clear over the years that there is no training, or “getting over the mental block”, to successfully run. My asthma is too severe — especially my exercise-induced asthma — to oxygenate my muscles to allow me to run. There absolutely is no training my lungs, my body, or my mind to successfully run any meaningful distance other than an incredibly short one if I have to grab Bub if he makes an elopement attempt. There are no marathons. And that’s something that I have had to make peace with, time and time again, every time that I think about it. But again, for my coaches — in the positions of power that they were in — not to have done something about my asthma, even if it were to recognize that attempting to participate in athletics was not something that I should do, still angers me to this day when I think about it. My school really should have done better.
There was no “mental block” to get over when the problem was a disease that was never going away.
Goodbye, eBay. Goodbye, PayPal.
For the better part of December, I had to screw around with PayPal not wanting to charge the intended funding source for a purchase that I had wanted to make, then attempting to do unauthorized funds transfers on various other funding sources of mine. It was only at the end of December that I was able to amicably “resolve” this in that I was finally able to delete my eBay and PayPal accounts, which was what I decided that I wanted to do after PayPal decided that their repeated attempts to do these unauthorized funds transfers were allegedly “authorized”… rather than attempting to use the funding source that I had wanted them to use in the first place, doubling down on their faulty logic because it padded their bottom line. Over the course of December, Google searches revealed a similar line of logic in that PayPal sided with whoever stood to make them more money in claims and disputes like this, and it was around then that I decided that I wanted as little to do with them or any site that they were owned by as humanly possible.
I think that if I do make another PayPal account, it’s only going to be connected to the bank accounts that are connected to the kids’ ABLE accounts since those can not have funds transfers done on them and the money in those can only be used for very specific purposes. But that is probably not something that I’m going to do right now, although it is something that I will consider on down the line since the money in their ABLE accounts is something that I would like to spend on their behalf at some point. Obviously it’s not something that I would like to spend right now. I would like to spend it on bigger expenses for them later.
Lost Dimension
This was actually one of the first games that I played on the Vita, having received it so long ago that off of the top of my mind, I’m not exactly sure what holiday I received it for… that’s how long the Vita’s been around for (and how many games that we have for the Vita, although I don’t intend on saying anything bad about the Vita when I say that, having already made mention in a previous post to how the Vita is one of our favorite consoles for a number of reasons). It was also one that I played with Bub, that he enjoyed as well.
It managed to combine so many parts of our favorite game mechanics and genres into one without making it seem like it was forcing anything in, and I do have to point that out almost from the start of this review. It’s an action-adventure game (you’re scaling a tower, and fighting enemies as you do so), a classic who-done-it (because you’re scaling the tower with complete strangers, and some of them are enemies working with the game’s final boss against you, and you have to figure out who those are and vote them out one at a time on each floor of the tower based on the clues that you obtain), and it has maximum replayability because the game’s “traitors” are chosen at random at the start of each playthrough, meaning that you have to do the work of finding out all over again who the traitors are with each playthrough. And because each of your teammates have special powers, sometimes this means that the traitor you have to sacrifice at each floor’s pit stop might be someone with a particularly advantageous power that would otherwise make the subsequent floors easier to get through, but… you have to do what you have to do. The character that you control has the ability to “read minds” — that’s the easiest way that I can word it without spoiling too much of the game’s actual plot mechanics — and this is how he is able to “read people” and figure out their true intentions, and figure out whether or not they are traitors. It involves a clever mini-game that you can play to figure out their intentions, and one that I strongly encourage playing as often as possible to confirm things.
Over the course of our first playthrough, we ambled through it with the intention of picking it back up at some point and getting it right, and we only managed to get two wrong, which should really say something. If you get any of them “wrong” (don’t manage to eliminate traitors before you get to the top of the tower), you have to fight them in addition to the final boss), which does make the final boss more difficult, but not entirely impossible if you’ve managed to gear up properly. This is in comparison to other difficult final bosses.
All in all, I would recommend this game to anyone who is looking for an action-adventure “who done it?”.
23andMe gave me my 0.10% back!
When I got my initial results in, 0.10% of my DNA had been read as broadly northern East African, but an update took that away… without changing any of my percentages, so my total percentages only came to 99.9% no matter how you did the math. I wondered about this for awhile, but one of their most recent updates actually gave this 0.10% back to me, although that portion of my DNA is currently allocated to the “Unassigned” section. With any luck, as they continue to update their algorithm and their systems, I will find out what portion of my ancestry that DNA is allocated to, especially since it seems like a comparatively small amount. But it had amused me for awhile that my ancestral composition did not add up to 100% like it was… supposed to, especially since so many of my DNA matches did have their ancestral compositions add up to 100% (although some of theirs, like mine, did not, and that this was to varying degrees), and I wanted to know why this was. But having watched them change what portions of my DNA have been assigned where over the course of their several updates, at least I have an idea where to expect them to assign this DNA at some point whenever it does get assigned, or where it might most reasonably be expected to come from…
This genealogy stuff is kind of wild, especially since I have the two unknown family members that I do.