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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Vent
« on: Yesterday at 06:46:57 pm »

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Vent
« on: Yesterday at 06:44:03 pm »
One of the reasons I play drums. A somewhat socially acceptable way of hitting things with sticks, repeatedly.  Hard.

Or Kill Me / Re: Burgers?
« on: Yesterday at 06:17:04 pm »
Yeah, it's the imposing parts that get to me.

Although, I suppose it could be rightly said that either side could be total dicks about imposing their worldview.  I fall into the "benevolent scientist-king" way of thinking pretty easily, but that has it's own special horror.

"I am become Death, destroyer of worlds."


Even worse.

I feel like spamming every FB group I'm in.


Asshole.  I just lost It.

Ha! The multiverse strikes again!

Whoops. Buried the post. Feel free to delete this.

Or Kill Me / Re: Burgers?
« on: Yesterday at 02:47:06 pm »
Why is it so important to believe in people with superpowers, marching around the planet, zapping people with lazor vision or turning them into newts and shit? This is the bit I just can't fathom. Why is it so important to so many people that, rather than just saying "okay it's a bunch of crap" and drop it, they have to "reinterpret"

Like how come saying "Okay we know Jesus didn't walk on water like it explicitly states in the book but now we believe he maybe stood in a puddle or something and that's what it means", is somehow valid or useful?

I'm really not trying to be inflammatory here, I just can't wrap my head around the value that a lot of people seem to place in this stuff.

Why does what other people believe matter so much to you? Isn't there some point where you go "oh, well, it isn't any of my business unless it affects me"?

In general terms, I suppose it doesn't.  In very specific, political, shapers-of-public-policy terms, it very much does.

For example, Todd Akin: Denies Evolutionary theory, man-made climate change, and Biology (he's the "legitimate rape" guy), and he served on the Congressional Comittee of Science, Space, and Technology.  And he's not the only loon on that committee.  There's also Rep. Paul Broun, R-Ga., who said:  ”All that stuff I was taught about evolution and embryology and the Big Bang Theory, all that is lies straight from the pit of Hell, and it’s lies to try to keep me and all the folks who were taught that from understanding that they need a savior.”

It's when their anti-rational and non-reality-based ideas and beliefs affect me, is when it starts mattering to me.

Whoops.  I missed an edit.  brb.

It was intended to be creepier, but as it progressed... you know how it goes.  You just follow where it takes you.

“Jim, get in here.  Now.”

I sighed, and walked into Phil’s office.  “What’s up?”

“You tell me.  Care to explain this spreadsheet?”

“Which one – Ah, the Chambers account.  I know.  We’ve gone over it seventeen times.  I’ve not just sent it to the head of Accounting to look over it, but we’ve had IT basically rebuild three laptops and scour the system.  It’s clean.”

Clean? Your formulas for calculating Cost Basis on this account uses the square root of negative 1, for Chrissakes!”

“Had to be done.  Was even considering Lattice-KP equations for a bit.  May still have to, if the account kicks into a higher tax bracket.”

Phil just looked at me for almost solid minute, and began massaging his temples.  “What.”

“Let me show you.”  I pulled his laptop around, and accessed the suspense database.  “Here’s the amount of the deposit.”

Phil peered over my shoulder.  “That’s looks fine.”

“Sure it does.” I handed him a notepad and a pen.  “Write it down.”


“Write down the number.”  The pen hesitated over the paper for a second, and he scribbled a figure. “Now, go to a new page, write the number again.”  More scribbles. 

I took the pad from him, tore out the pages, and held one up.  “Is this the same number as on the screen?”

“Yeah.  Mind telling me—“

“Hold on.”  I hid the fist page, held up the second.  “Is this the same number?”

“Yes, of course.

I closed the laptop, and held up both pages.  “Are these the same number?”

“I… What the hell?”

“It took us five weeks to figure that one out.  Paul took a medical leave after three days, and I haven’t seen that newest temp for about a week and a half now.  I think he quit.  I hope he quit.”  I paused, sizing him up.  Shrugging, I said, “It gets worse.  You see these two numbers. Remember them.”  I hid both pages.  “Now give me the average.”

A beat of sweat appeared on Phil’s forehead.  The pen bore down on the page, not moving, just digging into it.  His knuckles were white.  With a crack, the pen snapped in half.  “Dammit!  This makes no sense!

“It’s the economy of the future, Phil,” I said as I walked back to my desk. “By the way, we’re going to need a lot of new pens.”

I'm lucky in that the default PD screen looks remarkably like one of the screens we use at work.

Plus, I politic'd my way into getting a corner cube so no one can see my screen.

High School rules apply: So long as I'm showing results, it doesn't matter what I do with my time.

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Vent
« on: April 22, 2014, 05:35:16 pm »
The winter has been like four months of February™.  It has absolutely sucked.

You're going to be ok.  That's not to be dismissive, it's the only thing I really can say.

Virtual hugs, etc.

Interesting conversation on FB about which subway line in Boston is “the best”: Orange Line or Red Line.  A lot of people are supporting the Red line.  As I live on the orange line, I’m backing that one, but a lot of people are disparaging of it.  However, I noticed something…  Could be coincidental.

Red Line stops: Southie (traditionally white). Kendall  (white).  Harvard (duh). Somerville (white). Alewife (white).
Orange Line stops: Forest Hills (black), Jackson Square (black/Latino), Roxbury (black), Chinatown (duh, part 2).

Ok, there are outliers. The Orange Line does go through Charlestown (working class white) and into Malden (white), and the Red Line goes into Dorchester (black).  Still, it did give me pause.

Wait, what?

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