OPEN BAR: NO CISNORMATIVE ELVEN PATRIARCHS ALLOWED

[Eater of Clowns]

For those wondering about this comment on FB:

This whole comment section is lail. Not the good kind of lail though. The kind of lail that makes you laugh until your throat is hoarse, and then you feel something like a small piece of vomit at the back of your throat, and you try to swallow to make it go away but you can't stop laughing while you do so and it turns into an almost choke. And then you finally get your breath back, but the feeling is still there at the back of your throat, and no matter how much you swallow or have to drink that small feeling and vague taste of vomit just wont go away.

I'm good.  My metaphors just get...strange when I'm on odd sleep patterns.

In the context of the thread it was the most sensical reply.

"No I am not comparing progressive liberals to Nazis. I'm just saying that they do a bunch of Nazi things. I don't know how much clearer I can be."

[Prelate Diogenes Shandor]

The snarky side of me said, "at least we won't have to see any more posts about the color of that damn dress."

That dress is a sacred relic

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

The snarky side of me said, "at least we won't have to see any more posts about the color of that damn dress."

One of the students I was tutoring said something about this "dress problem" yesterday. I told her she should bring it up in class; after all, it's a Perception class.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

What colour was the dress Leonard Nimoy wearing while he died watching 50 Shades of Grey?  You wont believe what millenials said!  Click here for the listicle.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

So I went on an epically lovely date with the old man tonight, and then woke up and made him take me home at 3 am because I have a horrid sore throat.

That, and his dogs are a bit crowdy. Between the two factors I was not sleeping at all. At least it was a lovely date, though.

[The Wizard Joseph]

So I went on an epically lovely date with the old man tonight, and then woke up and made him take me home at 3 am because I have a horrid sore throat.

That, and his dogs are a bit crowdy. Between the two factors I was not sleeping at all. At least it was a lovely date, though.

Glad to hear the date went well at least.  I think it's a fair sign of a good thing when the practical issues like not being able to sleep well with a sore throat and a bunch of dogs can just be handled practically and not spoil previous pleasantries.

Also, I'm about to start the write up on CT recovery and my concept of spiritual agnosis. Hope to be done sometime today or tomorrow. Decided not to open a new thread and add it as an entry to the 'on your lawn' thread instead as I realized explanation would require context from my life and the journey into weirdness began around the time I left off in that thread. This would be around 1998.

[Sung Low]

This person lives near me...

A neighbour added: "There was a lot of noise in the morning around 10am. There was a lot of police outside in the close causing a lot of commotion. There were about 12 police officers in the close, six of them in riot gear.

"I didn't know what was going on at the time, so I went outside to ask them to quieten down. I soon realised something serious was going on with the guy who lives upstairs."

Awards for insight are sure to be on their way.

[Cain]

"HEY FUCKFACES, THIS IS MEANT TO BE A POLICE ACTION, NOT A GODDAMN DISCO.  GET ON WITH IT!"

[Chelagoras The Boulder]

First day free of the prehumans. A lot of the kids were really broken up about me leaving the YMCA, which I didnt expect. Got a lot of nice goodbye notes from the kids and a surprising number of them actually burst into tears. Even one of my worst students was sad to see me go, and we practically had a Wile E. Coyote and Roadrunner kind of relationship.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

First day free of the prehumans. A lot of the kids were really broken up about me leaving the YMCA, which I didnt expect. Got a lot of nice goodbye notes from the kids and a surprising number of them actually burst into tears. Even one of my worst students was sad to see me go, and we practically had a Wile E. Coyote and Roadrunner kind of relationship.

Aw, that means you're a good teacher. Way to go!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

So the grad student who taught the last couple of weeks of neurophysiology decided last-minute that since she was giving us material that was way beyond the biology knowledge of most of the class, instead of having an online multiple-choice final, she would just basically have us write 250-word answers to five questions.

Problem: The only way to pad out some of these concepts to 250 words is to talk about them as if you're explaining them to someone who has never taken a biology class and doesn't know what DNA is.

I've just gone right ahead and gone there. It's snarky as fuck, and I don't even fucking care.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

1900 words, lady. And a whole lotta snark.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I feel completely insulted. I hope that the end result is that she does too.

[Chelagoras The Boulder]

^THIS. I greatly approve of this.

Also thank you.

[Sung Low]

"HEY FUCKFACES, THIS IS MEANT TO BE A POLICE ACTION, NOT A GODDAMN DISCO.  GET ON WITH IT!"

They don't get the opportunity to do this often and were probably just a bit overexcited about getting the chance to dress up. It sounds excessive for apprehending one man, but hey, he might have been a fully greased up Charles Bronson motherfucker.