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OldHippieChick wrote


I have some friends who bought land there because Northern California was too expensive. I was skeptical because of Las Vegas, but they love it there and I'm not them.


bloodrose wrote (edited )

I mean, I'm in Norcal and I know I will never own here. So, while I'm a renter and working my job, I will be slowly building up an off-grid haven in Nevada.


OldHippieChick wrote (edited )

Yea, Norcal must be pretty bad right now. :'(


Sympathy and compassion.

I never went back to SB after the fires and could only bear to find out that the fig tree survived a few months ago.

I am so sorry for all that you are losing. :''''(

The cats who must still live on the Filbert steps would be terrified if there weren't people like you and my DIY Pickle Penis Person in this sick dystopian world but my English skills aren't up for the next post I wish I could make.



ziq wrote (edited )

Fig trees always grow back from underground. There's a big one down the road that got totally incinerated 2 years ago and it grew right back to its previous size. Then another fire on the same spot hit it last month and I checked and it's already resprouting. The only other plants around it that survived were prickly pears.


OldHippieChick wrote (edited )

My friend still lives in Santa Barbara, California, USA:

Don The Beachcomber's is gone. The Beatnik Lady no longer writes for the Channel Islands Mensa newsletter because she died of old age over a decade ago. My own alma mater is nothing more than the punchline of a joke about ElliotRodgerville U any more.

Nothing I care about is left, unless you count the CVS on State Street where I used to bellow out "All My Trials", "Gallows Pole", and a new folksong by Cyndi Lauper called "Girls Just Want To Have Fun" along with other folksongs that didn't work out like "When Doves Cry", "What's Love Got to Do With It", "Total Eclipse of the Heart", and one I never sang because I didn't understand it then even though I do now.

No one likes to be defeated.

Sometimes it doesn't matter who's wrong or right. I just need to fucking beat it. Maybe the next person will listen, but if I'm dead, there won't be anyone to tell them what they need to hear when they need to hear it.

thx, Mikey; sorry that "life" shit didn't work out 4 u. not ur fault.