TNET 39: Jelle’s Marble Runs

Previous thread.

I never was into sports of any kind, neither watching nor doing. But about two months ago I stumbled across this YouTube channel and I did watch quite a few videos of theirs. They are strangely captivating in their resemblance to real sports events, despite being decided solely by chance.

And yesterday I was reminded about its existence when watching John Oliver. He mentioned that if you are starved for sports events right now, then this might be something to satiate that hankering somewhat.

Open thread, talk whatever you want, just don’t be an asshole.


  1. chigau (違う) says

    My mother has tested positive.
    She had a fever a couple days ago but that’s gone and she has no other symptoms.
    Doctor seems optimistic not pessimistic.

  2. says

    Chigau, fingers crossed that it’s a mild case and your mother recovers quickly and fully.

    My daughter is getting back to normal finally, after her (assumed by the NHS doctor; they didn’t test) mild case. I could tell she was recovering when her morning bird walk photos increased massively. Edinburgh looks so beautiful, with all the flowers and the nesting birds. We, on the other hand, have nesting mockingbirds and a couple of very silly tomcats singing at our doors. The mockers keep bopping them, but they keep coming back. No, you silly boy, Shadow’s not interested! She’s a retired ladycat and 19.

  3. says

    Fingers crossed and best wishes

    I’m glad to hear. I only spent a few days in Edinburgh ages ago and I really liked it.
    Hehe, I remember when our neighbours had a female boxer dog and once when she was in heat a dachshund escaped his owner and tried to court her and I’m still wondering about how they’d have worked out logistics if he’d managed to get over the fence…

  4. Jazzlet says

    I hope your mother has been as ill as she is going to get.

    Good news about Emily.
    Our neighbours once called the police on my parents when our bitch was in heat with several noisy admirers singing her praises outside. The police came, but were not much impressed by our neighbours’ complaint, our dog was of course curled up by the stove, and it wasn’t her making the racket, but her voluble admirers; they did take the admirers away, but this was back in the 60s and people did let their dogs roam so I don’t suppose the owners learnt anything from the experience.

    I have been continuing with the therapy for recurrant depression, it is bringing up things I had forgotten all about. In particular my father telling my that I couldn’t go home after university, I am feeling hurt and angry at the memory, he had plenty of room -- he never moved from the house where all six of us had been brought up -- I don’t know why he did it, but uff …

  5. says

    @Chigau, let’s hope your mother’s case is a mild one. At the end of this, most of us will know someone who got it directly.

    @Jazzlet, fingers crossed for your therapy doing what its supposed to do and doing it well.

  6. lumipuna says

    (The following may amuse the teachers among us)

    My university occasionally sends the staff invitations to teaching demonstrations (which are public events) by new lecturer applicants. Now, those are held virtually like everything else.

    In my email message thumbnail, the invitation’s headline is shortened, displayed as “Virtual teaching demons…”

  7. says

    I think I want that as my official job title now.

    I’m in the last days of home office now. All our students return to school on a rota system, 2 days a week for 14 hours each, and I’m not looking forward to enforcing social distancing among the grades 5-7. Also my job becomes almost impossible. Instead of 4 classes in grade six we now have 10 with an absolute number of 8 hours a week. I cannot mix children from the different groups to form a remedial maths group, so this is not going to be much use. Those small groups mean that we need many more teachers now. Everybody and their dog is in school for all the hours every day, but since the kids are only here for two days we have to do homeschooling for the other days as well. One day next week we’ll have the leaving cert exams and we’re stretched so thin that our “back up” in case a teacher gets ill is the caretaker and the secretary!

    I remember that pain from my own time doing therapy. It wasn’t like a pain killer that you take and it gets better, it was more like having to dig out splinters. For some time I was a lot worse in therapy than I was before, because before you’re some kind of numb, just trying to make it through the day, but then you’re actively working on it and then you’re able to feel pain again and there’s a lot of it waiting to catch up. But at least for me it helped.
    Mind you, I’m not “cured”. Those unhealthy mechanisms still exist, but most of the time I’m able to catch myself and stop myself from going into a full downwards spiral. One thing that really helped me was accepting that as a part of me as well. I can’t undo my history. I can’t undo the fact that yes, something was damaged beyond repair. But I don’t have to and that’s ok. You’re still a full wonderful person.

  8. Jazzlet says

    Thank you Charly and Giliell. I am still stuck on my father saying I couldn’t come home, it’s not like there was no room or he couldn’t have afforded to support me -- anyway i’d have got unemployment benefit -- or any other reasonable thing. And then later he would try and guilt trip me for not visiting him much. *sigh8

    I honestly don’t know how you or the teachers here are supposed to manage, of course you will try, but sheesh it will be hard.

    I along with a truly significant percentage of my fellow citizens am absolutely furious with the arrogance of Dommonic Cummings, with Johnson’s and the Cabinet’s defence of his actions, with the whole “one rule for us, another rule for you”. It is sickening, but even the Daily Mail -spit- is livid, with him, and ovver forty Tory MP’s have called for his resignation, so I suppose that’s something.

  9. says

    Jazzlet, *hugs*. As a friend said once when my Aged Mum was laying on the guilt, parents know which buttons to push because they installed them. Good on you for sticking with the therapist! I tried one phone appointment, but the cat wanted to sit on me, and Kitty kept wandering in and out, and it was just too weird sitting in my livingroom anyway. So I’m letting it go for now.

    (Kitty is Katherine, younger daughter. The cat is Shadow.)

    I did everything on today’s schedule plus more, except the thing for myself. Maybe tomorrow, or the day after. I’ve lost all enthusiasm for the other half of that online class anyway.

  10. chigau (違う) says

    I received a letter from my mother.
    She is miserable and whiny.

  11. says

    That’s good to hear. Not the miserable and whiny, obviously (dunno if that’s her usual self. I think you get to be a bit whiny if you get Covid19), but the not dead part.

    I hope you can figure out a more comfortable setting once the current nightmare has passed. I think we should be training lots of therapists now, because they will be needed more than ever.


    Aaaaaand my in laws are broke again. Since we told them that we’d be glad to help but we’d also need to get together, go over their stuff and find a more permanent solution the last time, they went to my aunt in law this time. I guess it’s pretty bad, because after we laid out our conditions they said “no thanks” and somehow juggled it all for another year.
    But I guess my aunt in law will set out similar conditions (she used to work at a bank and has been angry about her brother and sister in law’s financial irresponsibility for about 40 years or so) and on top she’ll lend them money where we usually just bailed them out, which demonstrates exactly why they’re in that position in the first place: they were too proud to let us help them on a more permanent basis a year ago and they’re too proud to ask us again, so they prefer taking out a credit, even one without interest, to simply getting money and advice from us (we’d have involved said aunt in law anyway…)

  12. Jazzlet says

    It is odd doing it over the phone, but I shut Jake dog out, and Paul keeps him quiet as well as bringing me a coffee refill half way through -- I get dry mouth eyes etc. from one of the drugs I am on -- so it’s not too bad. In some way it may be better as I’m not looking to see how my therapist reacts to what I say, also we both have to listen very carefully which is no bad thing. But I am lucky, there are just the two of us and Jake, so there is no possibility of random interruptions, at least while Paul is still working from home.

    *shakes finger at Anne sternly* Do Something For YOU!

    Sorry about the misery and whinning but it’s good she’s well enough to be doing that.

    Oh dear, it sounds as if ructions will be happening :-(

  13. says

    Jazzlet, thank you! I did, sort of -- my walking Birkenstocks are all glued and sealed and ready to go, and today I finally did some personal maintenance I’ve been putting off. The good thing about wearing a mask in public is that no one can see the crone beard. The bad thing is that I let it go way too long, and I really don’t want to be the Bearded Cranky Cat Lady of Brea. So I should be good for a couple weeks, anyway.

    Chigau, I am very glad that your mom isn’t dead. I hope once she feels better, she’ll feel less whiny and miserable.

    Giliell, all the hugs.

  14. Jazzlet says

    Anne that made me laugh, I have been letting my eyebrows grow to see how long they will get. This is because my dad had truly impressive eybrows if left untended, one swept up, the other down, so far down it entirely covered his left eye. Mine don’t seem to be going in any particular direction, but the longest hairs are a good inch at this point, as they are pale they are also pretty much invisible so the experiment will continue!

  15. says

    Hehe, I did my “maintenance” some weeks ago already. I decided that I was not ready yet to go grey. And let’s be clear, I am mostly grey. For my 50th birthday (which is still mostly a decade off) I will go to a hairdresser (I like that as much as the dentist), have them die them grey first and in all colours of the rainbow second.

  16. says

    Jazzlet, that sounds like a fascinating study. My old-lady beard unfortunately grew too well, and we really didn’t need two bearded old fogeys in the family.

    Giliell, the summer after I turned fifty, I had purple streaks put in my hair over the grey streaks. As I recall, Emily was blasé about it, Paul was freaked out, and Kitty said I looked like a manga character. It was so fun that when the purple faded, I had it done again.

    I’m taking a self-care day today, aside from the necessary housework. Mostly just sitting and reading, with or without lap cat. Anything else can wait.

  17. voyager says

    I’m sorry your you’re Mom is feeling irritated and whiny. I hope it’s just the end stages of COVID 19 and not a permanent state of mind.

    *Hugs* Being rejected by a parent is devastating, but it’s better to be in touch with what’s broken. Therapy is a lot of hard work, but it helped me to redefine things on my own terms and learn to forgive as a way to help myself. I don’t think you ever forget the pain, but it can lose its power over you.

    I’m glad to hear that Emily is better.
    I hope you can find a way to manage therapy online. It seems like a good idea, but only if you can carve out some uninterrupted time, which isn’t often easy at home.

    Your schedule sounds awful right now. Good luck. I know you can manage it all, but I wish you didn’t have to.
    I don’t know what to say about your in-laws, except that I’m glad your family didn’t get pulled in this time.

  18. StevoR says

    Listen. Just listen. The voice, the lyics, the raw emotion and power :

    (Pretty sure I’ve shared this before but just right now, today with all that’s happeneing over in the States. Again. Seems apt and hope it helps to remind people.)

    Back when that was an extremely swear word, the context of the era. and now.. now.. :-(

    No words adquate.

    “And I must say tonight that a riot is the language of the unheard. And what is it America has failed to hear? … It has failed to hear that the promises of freedom and justice have not been met. And it has failed to hear that large segments of white society are more concerned about tranquility and the status quo than about justice and humanity.”

    ― Martin Luther King Jr.

    Source :

    I know that I don’t know the half of it here and sorry but ..

  19. says

    I hope you are all doing as well as can be expected.

    I’ve managed some self-care two days in a row now. First I run around doing All The Things on the have-to list, then I do something I want to. So far it’s mostly been sitting and reading, with or without Shadow.

    Tomorrow I’m going to reorganize the drawer that all the sticky tapes and glues and gluesticks have been tossed into. I’m going to throw out the dried-up stuff, and find some clear storage to sort things into, and make labels with my label maker. Seriously, this is my idea of a good time, when I’m in the mood. It’s very soothing, and there are visible results I can look at and feel good about myself. Yes, I’m a weirdo.

  20. Desert Son, OM says


    I’m terrible at the Internet, I’m in despair and rage for a nation and for a planet and for so many people, I’m on my second drink, and I miss Caine.

    So—tonight—I remember her and hold that memory. She was one of the finest, best teachers I ever had.

    Her art. Her voice. Her knowledge. Her perception. Her skill. Her community. Her humor. Her resonance. Her caring. Her precision. Her anger. Her hermitage. Her imagination. Her evocation. Her thunder. Her transformative, dynamic, piercing, diamond-tipped consciousness.

    I’m not much use, but I’m glad to see you, and I am reminded that existence is too interesting not to pay attention to it. If you need quiet, I stand outside the doors you have serenely bolted from within, setting stern gazes of admonishment upon the loutish. If you need loudness, I bring you a microphone and an amplifier and the sunglasses that strike fear in the hearts of your enemies.

    Health and respite and wondrous immensity to you all. May you find yourself delightfully surprised by something beautiful.

    Still learning,


  21. chigau (違う) says

    Nice to hear from you.
    I, too, have a large Caine-sized hole in my heart. You help to fill it.

  22. says


    Nice to hear from you.
    I, too, have a large Caine-sized hole in my heart. You help to fill it.

    What chigau said. I miss her fiercely, too.
    Please, nobody mistake my lighthearted posts for indifference. I’m just somebody who’s good at functioning during a crisis. I just wish for a break to properly break down.

  23. voyager says

    Robert, thank you for your words. They echo my feelings.

    Giliell, I hope there is an end in sight for you.

  24. Desert Son, OM says

    Abiding thanks, all.

    chigau, my thanks. Delighted to hear from you. I hope your mother’s health improves with each hour, until her only complaint is a lack of complaints.

    Giliell, my thanks, and all support for you. As I used to write to Caine: [stands with].

    Anne, may your moments of self care amplify and illuminate.

    voyager, my thanks for the kind note. May your days be filled with bright and bounding dogs reminding us of a grandeur of character for which to strive.

    Still learning,


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