I've chosen the worse seat in the cafe. Beside 2 older Bozos, maybe sixties-something, one, dressed in a black jogging leotard with bright shorts and tanktop, grey beard and goatee, florid, oversized features, his guest, a little calmer, beside me, respectably dressed. 

They're talking about Brexit, the Florid one, loudly, I'm not eavesdropping, I'm trying to read my book, but they're too loud. Talking about Brexit, and it's obvious - within 30 seconds - that they've read some headline off of the Star Metro,, the free daily paper, and they're discussing it, they've got opinions...

...by opinions I mean they neither of them read the article, and for all their ejaculations and questions not one has ever thought to ask it to say their phone or google...and I want to interrupt, interject, see if they've considered the social, political, economic environments, but they haven't, clearly, this is the circle-jerk of "I love to hear me speak and don't you love to hear me too?", and after a few minutes it's too much, they're too old for such stupidity, it's like listening to an 18 year old car salesman tell you all he knows about pleasuring women, 'cause HE knows, but - in the end he's 18, these are men and somehow they're still going at it with their opinions, get up to leave, you want to smack them both, they're not smart enough for opinions, they haven't done their research, just-knee-jerking-off to a headline in a paper they couldn't be bothered to read...

It really pisses me off, but if there were conversational police in Calgary of all places they'd be busy. Real busy.

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An interesting long read on the consequences of  "proving" the existence of ESP: https://slate.com/health-and-science/2017/06/daryl-bem-proved-esp-is-real-showed-science-is-broken.html

A lot there to digest. 

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Dickering with people, answering dumb questions, arranging to be in, forever available for a showing...

If it's not priced to sell. I don't need to sell it. Fuck off. It's priced at a price I'm comfortable parting with it for .  To ensure it goes to a good home. The dolls, for example, they're a symbol to me of love. When I bought them I was in love. Now I am not. But - I remember love and value it accordingly - this is the price. If you don't like it don't buy it. You know, fuck - man- fuck - I recommend against it anyways. You know - almost everyone that has been there would...

The Telescope, it's symbol of curiosity. I used to be curious. I'm already taking a big hit, let's not make it worse...

If I don't sell it I'm glad to live with it. I didn't want to sell it anyways. 

But you know, just so you know, it would have been cheap at double the price.

Another one, Oz, older than I expected given how dynamic his voice was over the phone, and I was picturing the old Aussie firefighter roommate, he's finally here to pick up all his shit, from out of town, I'm gathering it all from all corners of the apartment, cupboards, under, over, behind...tallying it all up:

"$85.00 + $40.00" - $110.00..."bloody hell!..."...doesn't matter, it's gotta go, he's not unfair, but the discounts upon discounts try my patience, the inconsequential misadditions and sums, everything is priced to sell... 

He's asked about a chest, looked it over, lowballed me, I was savagely pleased to sell it to another person that same day, someone with deeper pockets, and I know he'll be looking for it and kicking himself that it's gone and somehow that satisfies me...

 

 

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This looks promising:

'ResponsiveMedia' plugin by Geoff Hayward.

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