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Today, for a brief second, I thought of a life without Roger. It was much like my current life, except that this forum was a bit nicer.
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Show posts MenuQuote from: The Good Reverend Roger on May 13, 2014, 12:35:10 AMQuote from: Sir Squid Diddimus on May 13, 2014, 12:33:19 AM
It's like America keeps on getting America-er.
Naw. It's like all the stupid people chose to identify themselves at the same time.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on May 09, 2014, 02:04:04 PM
WOMP/CAPTION, PLS
Quote from: Nigel on April 21, 2014, 09:46:40 PMQuote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 21, 2014, 03:38:06 PM
Hello, I am back. I am feeling entirely too well to be at work, which is never a good sign. Mike the engineer was trying to explain something about maximum temperatures for confined space entry, and I was trying to explain to him that I wrote the procedure. This led Lilly to ask where I got my information because it's very inconvenient that we have to let things cool down for 96 hours, and a 150C shouldn't be TOO bad, if they laid cardboard down to crawl on.
Naturally, I refused. Mike was getting more and more agitated. People were getting information from people who weren't him. He started making a low keening noise, like a starving dog....It make us all look at him in horror. The poor bastard had reached crush depth, and it was only 7:45AM on a Monday. He had blood in his nose, and his eyes were rolling around and around and around, trying to look at everyone at once. Baby Engineer and I were trying to quietly make book on whether or not he was having a stroke, when he suddenly vomited all over the table, killing the PC projector, which shorted to death on his vomit without a single spark or pop. It just quietly died.
Mike began screaming about how nobody respects his knowledge and his PE stamp, with blood streaming out of his nose and vomit caked on his chin and shirt. Then he ran out the door and got into his truck, and roared out of the parking lot, howling all the way.
All of this made dealing with the residual brain flukes easier, let me tell you. I was just a paranoid asshole with a headache. Mike was doing a full-on nervous breakdown wobbler, old school. It's made me like him a little. Almost.
Holy shit, that's amazing!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 21, 2014, 08:06:19 PMQuote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 21, 2014, 08:01:13 PM
I don't have kids, so that sounds kind of fucked up to me.
Remember, I don't have kids, so my perspective is most likely off
Compassion is a learned behavior.