Maintenance time.
Old bar thread closed, new one open.
How's that?
Love the new bar name. :lulz:
:thanks:
Spend ten minutes searching for a game to join. Lose connection to the game you finally connect to within five seconds of finding it #firstworldproblems.
Edit: OK, that was a game worth waiting for. Geth Juggernaut player, you tanked like a champ. Never seen anything like it. Could barely see you, given the amount of corpses surrounding you. You drew aggro, and then you stood there and took it like a...uh, giant, networked AI thing. No matter how many of them came at you. You may have gotten the lowest score. Even lower than the goddamn Volus. But as far as I'm concerned, you were an awesome team player.
I can't write about anything but massage now. No rants, no ficiton, no nada. And even the massage writing is meh. I dunno what's wrong.
MEANWHILE, holy fuck, it's amazing what a reasonable amount of opiates does for your perspective. I spent 12 hours just sleeping.
12 hours...of SLEEP. Unfathomable.
Hey guys, you ever feel like you need to pull your head out of your ass even though you're not really shitting in anyone's cereal? Cuz I feel like that all the time recently.
I am definitely feeling a little unmoored. It's as though I've ranted it all out, I don't know how to find that thread anymore. It makes me feel a little distant from this place for some reason.
But you motherfuckers are too fucking cool to walk away from, or go all Charley Brown on anyone, but I have felt unhinged. Usually this place helps me with that, but recently it has made it a bit worse.
It's all this god damned clean living. I wake up at 7am, go to bed at 9-10, eat right, exercise, have fulfilling interpersonal relationships.
WTF? Maybe I just need to STFU and go outside more. It's been a shitty, freezing-ass cold, maybe one weeks worth of snow, winter up here.
Fulfilling interpersonal relationships are for losers with skinny weiners.
Real men die alone and unloved. In the cold. Rain. At night.
Quote from: Cain on March 09, 2013, 02:04:31 AM
Fulfilling interpersonal relationships are for losers with skinny weiners.
Real men die alone and unloved. In the cold. Rain. At night.
:lulz:
All right that made me laugh. You're right. I'm going straight out into the mountains, find a cave full of bears and WIN.
Quote from: Cain on March 09, 2013, 02:04:31 AM
Fulfilling interpersonal relationships are for losers with skinny weiners.
Real men die alone and unloved. In the cold. Rain. At night.
This. My own take is it's an image of a man secure in himself, taken over the top to assuage any homophobic naysayers
Fiction has a few odd archetypes of the male "Winner". That alternatives seem to be global domination with benefits or eternal weird fantasy poly space sex. I'm sure I've missed others.
Quote from: Alty on March 09, 2013, 01:54:32 AM
I can't write about anything but massage now. No rants, no ficiton, no nada. And even the massage writing is meh. I dunno what's wrong.
MEANWHILE, holy fuck, it's amazing what a reasonable amount of opiates does for your perspective. I spent 12 hours just sleeping.
12 hours...of SLEEP. Unfathomable.
Hey guys, you ever feel like you need to pull your head out of your ass even though you're not really shitting in anyone's cereal? Cuz I feel like that all the time recently.
All I really ever talk about anymore is STATS STATS STATS.
It happens.
Go outside. Sleep. It will come around.
Quote from: Alty on March 09, 2013, 02:06:03 AM
Quote from: Cain on March 09, 2013, 02:04:31 AM
Fulfilling interpersonal relationships are for losers with skinny weiners.
Real men die alone and unloved. In the cold. Rain. At night.
:lulz:
All right that made me laugh. You're right. I'm going straight out into the mountains, find a cave full of bears and WIN.
Both of you :lulz:
I discovered that if you drink alcohol gluten and sugar free, there is no hangover. I started drinking on the weekdays thinking "Shit. I won."
Then I drank close to an entire bottle of Hendricks Gin, woke up 10 minutes before I had to meet my publisher, and showed up wearing what I thought was a scarf. After 5 minutes of pleasantries, I was asked "Are you ok?" To which, I replied "I really think it would be in both of our best interests if I go somewhere and throw up." He smiled politely, and agreed to go through the patches with me via Skype after I "have had a chance to take a nap."
Woke up in the handicapped bathroom by the executive wing with my cheeks on fire, a towel over my head, and the smell of vomit everywhere. Thank God I had the wherewithal to grab a towel instead of an actual scarf, because it was a bit nasty. Two nights later, rep and I Skype and I apologize for my irresponsibility. He tells me his boss (the Dev) ordered him to keep me "... As drunk as possible. Get [me] on H, if production dips."
What the hell is the matter with these people? The book is about the Tran Dynasty, if you care.
What thread am I in?
Quote from: Richter on March 09, 2013, 02:53:44 AM
Quote from: Cain on March 09, 2013, 02:04:31 AM
Fulfilling interpersonal relationships are for losers with skinny weiners.
Real men die alone and unloved. In the cold. Rain. At night.
This. My own take is it's an image of a man secure in himself, taken over the top to assuage any homophobic naysayers
Fiction has a few odd archetypes of the male "Winner". That alternatives seem to be global domination with benefits or eternal weird fantasy poly space sex. I'm sure I've missed others.
I'm starting to think this might be the most reasonable place on the internet in disguise.
Quote from: I_Kicked_Kennedy on March 09, 2013, 04:52:20 AM
I discovered that if you drink alcohol gluten and sugar free, there is no hangover. I started drinking on the weekdays thinking "Shit. I won."
Then I drank close to an entire bottle of Hendricks Gin, woke up 10 minutes before I had to meet my publisher, and showed up wearing what I thought was a scarf. After 5 minutes of pleasantries, I was asked "Are you ok?" To which, I replied "I really think it would be in both of our best interests if I go somewhere and throw up." He smiled politely, and agreed to go through the patches with me via Skype after I "have had a chance to take a nap."
Woke up in the handicapped bathroom by the executive wing with my cheeks on fire, a towel over my head, and the smell of vomit everywhere. Thank God I had the wherewithal to grab a towel instead of an actual scarf, because it was a bit nasty. Two nights later, rep and I Skype and I apologize for my irresponsibility. He tells me his boss (the Dev) ordered him to keep me "... As drunk as possible. Get [me] on H, if production dips."
What the hell is the matter with these people? The book is about the Tran Dynasty, if you care.
What thread am I in?
Nevermind.
Today did not suck. I had trouble waking up, even though I went to bed at a decent time (for me), but otherwise it was fairly awesome.
Got done at work early, had dinner out, had plenty of hot water for the shower and now my laundry going . . . have several projects to work on and a great book to read. I am taking slow, deep breaths and enjoying this.
Polish rectified spirit with 95% alcohol in it is STRONG. I fell asleep, woke up at 7 am, can't sleep any more.
Keeping somewhat sober (and awake) is probably the ideal thing when you're hosting a party, but I don't think anyone puked or crushed anything so I was lucky.
Oh well. There's something brown-ish that looks like puke on the bathroom floor. But anyway, my friends are unusually well-behaved.
I just spent an evening getting drunk with my ex-boyfriend, who is both crazy and enamoured of a chick who is never going to work out for him. I feel... unsettled. I wish E.O.T. was here.
I'm drinking Oly, smoking weed, and crushing robots in Go.
I left my sleeping pills out in the car, second time in this week. Not sure if wantt that badly, this is not a particularly nice neighborhood and my car is not parked in sight of my house.
OK, so now that it is not buttfuck-thirty in the morning (and if you feel like pointing out that it is, in fact, seven-something AM on a Saturday morning and that qualifies as buttfuck-thirty in the morning for most of you, SHUT UP I was born this way), I am musing about how I am, perhaps unjustifiably, annoyed with people who tell me that I have "plenty of time" and "might discover something that completely changes" my mind about my academic trajectory. They note, accurately, that I haven't even started upper-division classes.
I feel like people are flashing back to when they were 19 and in college, and how everything was so fucking new and amazing and four years was a long fucking time. I think it's a totally accurate thing to say to a 19-year-old. And derp, I KNOW that I might encounter something I love so much over the course of the next year and a half that I COMPLETELY CHANGE MY MIND about what I want to do.
HOWEVER.
At almost-42 not only have I already had some exposure to most of the concepts I'm studying, but also TIME PASSES LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER. I mean, I just started school maybe three weeks ago and all of a sudden I'm halfway done with my undergrad. If I want to change my major I had better get on it in the next five minutes, because otherwise it might slip my mind and then I'll be done and it will be too late.
And, yeah, actually I do know what program I want to get into and what I need to do to make that happen, and here's the suck part; it's THE ONLY program of its kind in my area, and because I'm a settled adult with kids and I can't move, I don't really have the option of applying to, say, the next five neuroscience programs of my choice. So when I'm talking about backup plans, I mean, "programs I can do locally that will be pale, disappointing alternatives if I don't get into OHSU".
Which, frankly, sucks.
Also, hungover statistics homework sucks even more than normal statistics homework, and about a million times moreso because the FUCKING HOMEWORK SOFTWARE WAS CLEARLY WRITTEN BY ASSHOLES who for some reason assume that I'm doing each problem one step at a time and rounding in an unspecified manner each step of the way LIKE A FUCKING MORON rather than plugging the whole equation into my Classpad, which they CLEARLY KNOW EVERY STUDENT HAS because the final step involves using the probability function, which means that even though my z is COMPLETELY FUCKING ACCURATE the software thinks it isn't due to UNSPECIFIED ROUNDING FUCKING STUPIDITY.
FUCK THIS.
Also, LEARN TO FUCKING GRAMMAR, ASSHOLES.
Academics is fun.
I have to provide an academic referee for my application. Given I've been out of the academic world for five years, this may be....tricky. I've found one of my old professors, working in South Korea, and I may drop him an email. He'd be a good choice, he taught on the particular subject I want to study, he taught me in my final year, and did his PhD at the University I want to go to.
Unfortunately, that was, as I said, five years ago. I'll drop him an email and see if he's willing to vouch for me, before putting in my application. If not, I have a couple of other suitable choices...but urgh. And since they may not remember me, I may need to provide a sample piece of work, just to prove I'm not a complete moron.
I certainly do like the learning part.
THE REST OF IT CAN SUCK MY DICK.
Also, my favorite is when I get unsolicited advice from people I regard as more or less complete failures in life. I'm like, are you serious? Because when I wanted help with this I asked someone I admire.
AWKWARD EMAIL TO MY EX-PROFESSOR TIME!
Today I started making plans for starting an independent record shop. It's absofuckinglutely unrealistic, but a goal that might just help me get through the last three months of high school, which I've been lacking motivation for completely lately.
LMT's are some of the dumbest, mealy-mouthed, soft-minded, wishy-washy, nosy, over-opinionated, under-educated, overconfident, SLACKJAWED, SHITFUCKING UNRELIABLE DUMBASSES ON THE PLANET!
HAAAAAAA!
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on March 09, 2013, 10:17:19 PM
Today I started making plans for starting an independent record shop. It's absofuckinglutely unrealistic, but a goal that might just help me get through the last three months of high school, which I've been lacking motivation for completely lately.
That's badass, man. Goals.like that make the difference sometimes, plus some people never even try shit.
Quote from: Cain on March 09, 2013, 05:25:08 PM
AWKWARD EMAIL TO MY EX-PROFESSOR TIME!
WOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on March 09, 2013, 10:17:19 PM
Today I started making plans for starting an independent record shop. It's absofuckinglutely unrealistic, but a goal that might just help me get through the last three months of high school, which I've been lacking motivation for completely lately.
I dated a guy briefly last year who runs a record shop. It's doing well enough to support him and he's happy as a clam.
YOU PEOPLE ARE RUINING PD!
(No, seriously, THAT needs to be a "core values" newsfeed item)
I don't intend to ruin PD, but I gave up nicotine for Lent and I'm not even Catholic.
Quote from: I_Kicked_Kennedy on March 10, 2013, 03:10:31 AM
I don't intend to ruin PD, but I gave up nicotine for Lent and I'm it even Catholic.
Fucking autocorrect. AMIRITE?
I edited it, so now people will think you were trying to make me look like a nincompoop.
Where's your Latter Day Buddha, now?!
:lulz:
So my evening has consisted of working with a colleague to write a formal "fuck you" response to some legislation that has been offered up by the Guv. I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm going to be asked to read the reponse at the hearing this week. Should be fun since the Guv himself is supposed to be there.
My Star Trek Online character is an Admiral now. Admire me.
Quote from: I_Kicked_Kennedy on March 10, 2013, 03:28:39 AM
I edited it, so now people will think you were trying to make me look like a nincompoop.
Where's your Latter Day Buddha, now?!
You're it...even CATHOLIC.
Soooooo . . . I MAY be a complete sad sack. I just spent the last two hours organizing my crochet pattern pdfs . . . as a way to de-stress. It's five AM.
Pretty sure it's muumuus and fuzzy navels over bridge and cribbage at the HOA clubhouse from here on in.
I dead tired. Organising kink-conferences is hard work. But it was a roaring success. Huzzah!
Well, my ex-professor does remember me, based on the line I can see of his email without opening it in Gmail.
Now, I just need a coffee or two to work up the nerve to open it...
I'd be surprised if it's not pleasant news.
Count of Monte Cristo printed and bound in covers labelled "ISO 9001 STANDARDS GUIDE"
I've been re-reading this all morning snarling at any who approach. This is going to radically increase the amount of time I have to read.
The consul general of Israel is at my university today, and I'm going to the reception thing for them. Not sure what's going to be talked about, but we'll see.
I just ditched my yoga class and signed up for online writing instead.
It means I'll be taking 17 credits next term, but FFS I just don't see the value in taking 50 minutes of yoga 3 times a week when I could get the same workout just by walking to school. And if I take yoga, I'll more or less be forced to drive because it's "bring your own mat" and I'd need a change of clothes as well.
I'll try this online thing. Hopefully it won't be too much of a drain.
Quote from: Junkenstein on March 11, 2013, 02:50:32 PM
I'd be surprised if it's not pleasant news.
Twas indeed. Just need to scan some documents for him. Also, and I find this amusing, I emailed him almost a full day after my boss. He lives in Seoul, my boss lives 40 minutes away. Still no reply from my boss.
Right now though, I'm putting my time to good use: by making the tards on BSN cry. "You can't use the Geth Plasma Shotgun off-host. It'll lag." Top of the scoreboard, against those tricksy little Collector bastards, three times in a row, says you're all wrong. OK, so freezing them before hand isn't sporting, but, guess what? Its called "clever use of game mechanics".
Suck it, you Harrier and Claymore worshipping idiots.
I'd forgotten how much I love the count. The original Keyzer Soze.
Nice going as well Cain.
Quote from: Juana Go? on March 11, 2013, 03:19:06 PM
The consul general of Israel is at my university today, and I'm going to the reception thing for them. Not sure what's going to be talked about, but we'll see.
I hope you asked some really fucking difficult questions about the wall and settler compounds. Those guys are like Texas rednecks, just Hebrew. If he's not related to one, try and get him on the record about them being fucking crazy. It seems the general consensus of those in developed areas but there's very little negative statements from high up.
And tell him Bassem was your friend.
Or, you could ask the Consul-General if he is balancing himself (http://coreyrobin.com/2013/02/12/israeli-ambassador-i-balance-myself/) in this talk.
Quote from: Junkenstein on March 11, 2013, 06:28:48 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on March 11, 2013, 03:19:06 PM
The consul general of Israel is at my university today, and I'm going to the reception thing for them. Not sure what's going to be talked about, but we'll see.
I hope you asked some really fucking difficult questions about the wall and settler compounds. Those guys are like Texas rednecks, just Hebrew. If he's not related to one, try and get him on the record about them being fucking crazy. It seems the general consensus of those in developed areas but there's very little negative statements from high up.
And tell him Bassem was your friend.
I want to. We have a pretty large Palestinian population here, so they might have me beat on that front if they elect to show. We'll see.
Quote from: Cain on March 11, 2013, 06:31:07 PM
Or, you could ask the Consul-General if he is balancing himself (http://coreyrobin.com/2013/02/12/israeli-ambassador-i-balance-myself/) in this talk.
:lulz:
I learned a valuable lesson yesterday.
No matter who you are, no matter how talented you are or how much you've accomplished in the culinary world...
you are NEVER too good to jam the blade of a mandolin slicer 3/4 of an inch into the fat pad of your thumb.
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 12, 2013, 04:49:05 PM
I learned a valuable lesson yesterday.
No matter who you are, no matter how talented you are or how much you've accomplished in the culinary world...
you are NEVER too good to jam the blade of a mandolin slicer 3/4 of an inch into the fat pad of your thumb.
This is getting silly. First Waffle and his buddy compete to see who can slice the biggest chunk off of their respective hands, and now this.
*WINCE* :x :x :x
Quote from: Juana Go? on March 11, 2013, 06:38:54 PM
Quote from: Junkenstein on March 11, 2013, 06:28:48 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on March 11, 2013, 03:19:06 PM
The consul general of Israel is at my university today, and I'm going to the reception thing for them. Not sure what's going to be talked about, but we'll see.
I hope you asked some really fucking difficult questions about the wall and settler compounds. Those guys are like Texas rednecks, just Hebrew. If he's not related to one, try and get him on the record about them being fucking crazy. It seems the general consensus of those in developed areas but there's very little negative statements from high up.
And tell him Bassem was your friend.
I want to. We have a pretty large Palestinian population here, so they might have me beat on that front if they elect to show. We'll see.
Quote from: Cain on March 11, 2013, 06:31:07 PM
Or, you could ask the Consul-General if he is balancing himself (http://coreyrobin.com/2013/02/12/israeli-ambassador-i-balance-myself/) in this talk.
:lulz:
Shook hands with the consul general before being shuffled away by teachers who wanted him to pay attention to students with an interested in Jewish history. And then had to leave before I could ask him awkward questions. d:
(http://cdn.newsthump.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/Abu-hamza-spork.jpg)
Coming Soon!
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 12, 2013, 04:49:05 PM
I learned a valuable lesson yesterday.
No matter who you are, no matter how talented you are or how much you've accomplished in the culinary world...
you are NEVER too good to jam the blade of a mandolin slicer 3/4 of an inch into the fat pad of your thumb.
I'm terrified of those things, for that reason.
Today I found out that my writing professor knows Alison Gopnik.
<sound of Nigel geeking out>
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 12, 2013, 04:49:05 PM
I learned a valuable lesson yesterday.
No matter who you are, no matter how talented you are or how much you've accomplished in the culinary world...
you are NEVER too good to jam the blade of a mandolin slicer 3/4 of an inch into the fat pad of your thumb.
I just shrieked inside my head. FUCKING FUCK. :eek:
Luckily, it was a clean cut. I taped it back together pretty tightly. Hopefully it will heal before the tip of my thumb goes necrotic from lack of circulation.
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 13, 2013, 12:18:55 AM
Luckily, it was a clean cut. I taped it back together pretty tightly. Hopefully it will heal before the tip of my thumb goes necrotic from lack of circulation.
GHARGH.
So, I have learned that if you stay ahead of your homework all term, when you get to finals week there isn't really all that much to do. I turned in my writing assignment this morning and now I'm done with that class. I'm done with my psych reading and am waiting for the big review for a chance to comb the book and take notes, so mostly all there is to do now is stats homework. I am a little worried about stats, because I have been holding a weak A for most of the class. I think I could have pushed it up to a middling A at the second midterm, but I was sick and just barely got 90%.
SO ANYWAY.
I am going to try out taking three classes face to face and one easy class online, which nips my remaining time in school down by quite a bit, which actually makes it possible to take more classes than I was originally planning on taking, which means that I can take trig and calc after all, yay!
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 12, 2013, 05:58:35 PM
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 12, 2013, 04:49:05 PM
I learned a valuable lesson yesterday.
No matter who you are, no matter how talented you are or how much you've accomplished in the culinary world...
you are NEVER too good to jam the blade of a mandolin slicer 3/4 of an inch into the fat pad of your thumb.
I'm terrified of those things, for that reason.
Onions have it in for me. Plastic guard like a mothafucka. Lots of discarded onion ends.
My neck hurts and I've been unreasonably tired for the last two weeks. I have lortab and a bottle of wine. I'ma fix this shit myself.
Also: I take it as a sign we're fucked when mainstream pop/rock starts trying to sound like christian rock instead of the other way 'round.
Well, two days in a row now I have watched what happens when the sun sets in Scottsdale, and it isn't pretty. All the lights turn on and go blinky, and the elevator music is replaced with the soundtrack to hunting for herpes. Ick. The whole place goes berserk with leathery 43-year-olds acting like teenagers while pretending to be sophisticated. It's like Weekend at Bernie's, except everybody's the dead guy.
Quote from: V3X on March 13, 2013, 02:53:38 AM
Well, two days in a row now I have watched what happens when the sun sets in Scottsdale, and it isn't pretty. All the lights turn on and go blinky, and the elevator music is replaced with the soundtrack to hunting for herpes. Ick. The whole place goes berserk with leathery 43-year-olds acting like teenagers while pretending to be sophisticated. It's like Weekend at Bernie's, except everybody's the dead guy.
I actually *liked* Scottsdale when I lived there. But I was an upwardly-mobile yuppie at that point.
Quote from: navkat: navkat of...navkat! on March 13, 2013, 02:32:22 AM
My neck hurts and I've been unreasonably tired for the last two weeks. I have lortab and a bottle of wine. I'ma fix this shit myself.
Ummmm if I may
I suggest starting every morning with a dose of Vitamin C and calcium with magnesium for the neck pain. It's really the calcium and magnesium you want for muscle pain, the Vitamin C helps you absorb it. And you should seriously look into the "tired blood" thing, anemia is a real bitch. If you like liver pate, working it into your snacks (I am fond of it on toast for breakfast) is a great way to boost dietary iron, as are oysters. I love tinned smoked oysters on crackers. Iron supplements are also an option, but can cause constipation and nausea.
Good luck!
Quote from: V3X on March 13, 2013, 02:53:38 AM
Well, two days in a row now I have watched what happens when the sun sets in Scottsdale, and it isn't pretty. All the lights turn on and go blinky, and the elevator music is replaced with the soundtrack to hunting for herpes. Ick. The whole place goes berserk with leathery 43-year-olds acting like teenagers while pretending to be sophisticated. It's like Weekend at Bernie's, except everybody's the dead guy.
I have spent many an evening sipping cocktails in Scottsdale
I don't want to talk about it.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 13, 2013, 03:34:44 AM
Quote from: navkat: navkat of...navkat! on March 13, 2013, 02:32:22 AM
My neck hurts and I've been unreasonably tired for the last two weeks. I have lortab and a bottle of wine. I'ma fix this shit myself.
Ummmm if I may
I suggest starting every morning with a dose of Vitamin C and calcium with magnesium for the neck pain. It's really the calcium and magnesium you want for muscle pain, the Vitamin C helps you absorb it. And you should seriously look into the "tired blood" thing, anemia is a real bitch. If you like liver pate, working it into your snacks (I am fond of it on toast for breakfast) is a great way to boost dietary iron, as are oysters. I love tinned smoked oysters on crackers. Iron supplements are also an option, but can cause constipation and nausea.
Good luck!
I love your sciency-ass, Nigel. I'll get some Boar's Head Liverwurst at Publix on my way home from school Thursday.
This shit just confirms for me that I really don't find anything fun anymore about most intoxicants. Pain is gone but the opiate side-effects are just annoying. Stop the ride. :(
Interview this morning. Work on Uni application this afternoon.
Bank account is exactly $0.00. Found some charges I don't recognize when I was trying to figure out why I couldn't afford a $3 lunch. Gotta call bank tomorrow. Yet one more fun-filled adventure for 2013.
I'd throw you some money, CPD, but I'm having account issues of my own right now.
I have real money, but I understand posting that is not a secure delivery method. And then you have to pay for it to be changed into pounds and so on...
Quote from: navkat: navkat of...navkat! on March 13, 2013, 03:37:03 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 13, 2013, 03:34:44 AM
Quote from: navkat: navkat of...navkat! on March 13, 2013, 02:32:22 AM
My neck hurts and I've been unreasonably tired for the last two weeks. I have lortab and a bottle of wine. I'ma fix this shit myself.
Ummmm if I may
I suggest starting every morning with a dose of Vitamin C and calcium with magnesium for the neck pain. It's really the calcium and magnesium you want for muscle pain, the Vitamin C helps you absorb it. And you should seriously look into the "tired blood" thing, anemia is a real bitch. If you like liver pate, working it into your snacks (I am fond of it on toast for breakfast) is a great way to boost dietary iron, as are oysters. I love tinned smoked oysters on crackers. Iron supplements are also an option, but can cause constipation and nausea.
Good luck!
I love your sciency-ass, Nigel. I'll get some Boar's Head Liverwurst at Publix on my way home from school Thursday.
You're welcome, dahling. I hope it works for you; you should notice a difference after three-four days, unless you're severely deficient. Check into vitamin D as well (if you start taking calcium, try one that contains it; most do nowadays).
I take an absurd regimen of supplements every day, including shit to help my blood pressure and shit to regulate my heart and shit to help me sleep, but it really does help, considering that for as much as a trainwreck as I should be I'm fairly bulletproof.
Quote from: Cain on March 13, 2013, 03:07:00 PM
I'd throw you some money, CPD, but I'm having account issues of my own right now.
I have real money, but I understand posting that is not a secure delivery method. And then you have to pay for it to be changed into pounds and so on...
I appreciate the sentiment, Cain. I've contacted my bank and AAA, which is what someone used my account to buy. They're going to refund my money if I send them a fax showing it came from my account - in theory. My bank froze my card and is sending me a new one. Today is payday so I'll have money again at some point.
I heard back from someone buying some of my yarn, so I got paid for that today, too. Things are going to work out if I have to jigzaw-ersize the pieces MY OWN GOD DAMN SELF.
So fucking pissed off right now.
Tired of entitled little shits who think they can do what they want, when they want and can't be spoken to like the little shits they are because it hurts their precious feelings, that they can argue back, that they can repeat themselves over 10 minutes, drowing out my any response, and that they can disturb who the fuck they want in the process.
I was undecided about Switzerland today. Tomorrow, if I was offered it, I'd take the job in a heartbeat.
On the plus side, my shouting has renedered my floor entirely silent.
Quote from: Cain on March 13, 2013, 11:30:55 PM
On the plus side, my shouting has renedered my floor entirely silent.
I'm tempted to buy you a Taser for Christmas. It would spare your vocal chords.
I've got my best friend moving in.
YAY.
i put my house on the market yesterday.
we had two showings the first day.
it appears the first couple that looked at the house are going to buy it.
(!)
now i've got to find a house to move into!
Gonna do some writing today.
Just as soon as all the bullshit slows down.
MAKE it slow down. :lulz:
:D
awesome!
Quote from: stelz on March 14, 2013, 02:25:12 PM
MAKE it slow down. :lulz:
There are no controls for slowing down. Only for speeding up.
Laptop I used for work got stolen yesterday. According to my parents, it is my fault that someone jimmied the lock on mY car door and took it, and Hat, whose store I was volunteering for, should buy me a new one, and they should let me use the computer at the register, and I should take my ancient, virus riddled desktop computer.
:kingmeh: all of that is totally more reasonable then letting me borrow yours for three (3) days. Yep.
On the plus side, now I know better than to get a new one myself, and instead I will get refurbished ones with Not Windows 8 on them.
Went and interviewed for a part-time job to supplement my current part-time job. By the time the interview was over, they offered me full-time employment starting $2/hr higher than what they always start cooks at, full benefits after 90 days (medical/dental/vision/401K), and were telling me why it's an awesome company to be a manager for and that they intend to fast-track me in that direction.
THANKS ALOT OBAMA!
Sweet! Nice going.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 14, 2013, 03:51:42 PM
Quote from: stelz on March 14, 2013, 02:25:12 PM
MAKE it slow down. :lulz:
There are no controls for slowing down. Only for speeding up.
It's an EVERYTHING DEFAULTS TO MAIN thing, isn't it?
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on March 14, 2013, 04:43:13 PM
Laptop I used for work got stolen yesterday. According to my parents, it is my fault that someone jimmied the lock on mY car door and took it, and Hat, whose store I was volunteering for, should buy me a new one, and they should let me use the computer at the register, and I should take my ancient, virus riddled desktop computer.
:kingmeh: all of that is totally more reasonable then letting me borrow yours for three (3) days. Yep.
On the plus side, now I know better than to get a new one myself, and instead I will get refurbished ones with Not Windows 8 on them.
Not saying it's your fault, but was it visible to people passing by?
Stelz
a lifetime of shitty neighborhoods
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 14, 2013, 04:47:59 PM
Went and interviewed for a part-time job to supplement my current part-time job. By the time the interview was over, they offered me full-time employment starting $2/hr higher than what they always start cooks at, full benefits after 90 days (medical/dental/vision/401K), and were telling me why it's an awesome company to be a manager for and that they intend to fast-track me in that direction.
THANKS ALOT OBAMA!
Let me touch the hem of thy robe that I may be healed. :lulz:
Congrats!
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 14, 2013, 04:47:59 PM
Went and interviewed for a part-time job to supplement my current part-time job. By the time the interview was over, they offered me full-time employment starting $2/hr higher than what they always start cooks at, full benefits after 90 days (medical/dental/vision/401K), and were telling me why it's an awesome company to be a manager for and that they intend to fast-track me in that direction.
THANKS ALOT OBAMA!
FLAWLESS VICTORY.
Stella, I don't know. It may have been. I don't normally keep it in the car.
But then, passerby would have been having to actively look through cars, since the parking lot is blocked from view.
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on March 14, 2013, 04:55:21 PM
Stella, I don't know. It may have been. I don't normally keep it in the car.
But then, passerby would have been having to actively look through cars, since the parking lot is blocked from view.
They do.
They look for cars that are worth breaking into, like the ones that have a visible laptop, purse, etc.
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 14, 2013, 04:47:59 PM
Went and interviewed for a part-time job to supplement my current part-time job. By the time the interview was over, they offered me full-time employment starting $2/hr higher than what they always start cooks at, full benefits after 90 days (medical/dental/vision/401K), and were telling me why it's an awesome company to be a manager for and that they intend to fast-track me in that direction.
THANKS ALOT OBAMA!
KICK ASS!!! WOOOOOO!!!
Quote from: stelz on March 14, 2013, 05:50:15 PM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on March 14, 2013, 04:55:21 PM
Stella, I don't know. It may have been. I don't normally keep it in the car.
But then, passerby would have been having to actively look through cars, since the parking lot is blocked from view.
They do.
They look for cars that are worth breaking into, like the ones that have a visible laptop, purse, etc.
Yes, this. Not that it's your fault, but now you know. People do that.
Still waiting for an email from my boss re: referee for my Uni application.
Good thing I emailed a previous employer. And he's a PhD, to boot. Will certainly look better.
Hey. HEY YOU. Yeah you. When you PISS and MOAN for 3 days for a tender by e-mail when you haven't even sent out the fucking scope of works, let alone bill of quantities, and your e-mail system cannot handle file sizes over 1MB (FUCKING SERIOUSLY. COME ON) do not be surprised when the following occurs:
- I increase the(already scandalous) price each time I have to split and re-zip INDIVIDUAL FUCKING PAGES
- I don't even give a shit
I look forward to pricing your next project, as just like this one I know no-one else will.
That is all.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 14, 2013, 06:19:22 PM
Quote from: stelz on March 14, 2013, 05:50:15 PM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on March 14, 2013, 04:55:21 PM
Stella, I don't know. It may have been. I don't normally keep it in the car.
But then, passerby would have been having to actively look through cars, since the parking lot is blocked from view.
They do.
They look for cars that are worth breaking into, like the ones that have a visible laptop, purse, etc.
Yes, this. Not that it's your fault, but now you know. People do that.
Yeah, I know. That's why I usually bring it inside, but I was distracted and forgot.
Quote from: Cain on March 14, 2013, 06:21:08 PM
Still waiting for an email from my boss re: referee for my Uni application.
Good thing I emailed a previous employer. And he's a PhD, to boot. Will certainly look better.
Sounds like a good way out of an over priviliged hellhole. Good luck and such
Ha, I've had this pervasive melancholy with intermittent paranoia for the past few days, and I finally decided to attribute it to the end of term, but today it resolved into proper auras. Seizure city, here I come! I can't keep track of what I'm doing. My fingertips are black until I look directly at them, the crown of my head feels tight, and everything is stretched and slanting left.
GOOD TIMES!
See you spags later.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 14, 2013, 11:00:52 PM
Ha, I've had this pervasive melancholy with intermittent paranoia for the past few days, and I finally decided to attribute it to the end of term, but today it resolved into proper auras. Seizure city, here I come! I can't keep track of what I'm doing. My fingertips are black until I look directly at them, the crown of my head feels tight, and everything is stretched and slanting left.
GOOD TIMES!
See you spags later.
That sounds uncomfortable and horrible. Take care of yourself.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on March 14, 2013, 11:04:26 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 14, 2013, 11:00:52 PM
Ha, I've had this pervasive melancholy with intermittent paranoia for the past few days, and I finally decided to attribute it to the end of term, but today it resolved into proper auras. Seizure city, here I come! I can't keep track of what I'm doing. My fingertips are black until I look directly at them, the crown of my head feels tight, and everything is stretched and slanting left.
GOOD TIMES!
See you spags later.
That sounds uncomfortable and horrible. Take care of yourself.
Thanks... it happens once in a while, it'll be fine. But I should probably get off the computer. :lol:
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 14, 2013, 11:13:21 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on March 14, 2013, 11:04:26 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 14, 2013, 11:00:52 PM
Ha, I've had this pervasive melancholy with intermittent paranoia for the past few days, and I finally decided to attribute it to the end of term, but today it resolved into proper auras. Seizure city, here I come! I can't keep track of what I'm doing. My fingertips are black until I look directly at them, the crown of my head feels tight, and everything is stretched and slanting left.
GOOD TIMES!
See you spags later.
That sounds uncomfortable and horrible. Take care of yourself.
Thanks... it happens once in a while, it'll be fine. But I should probably get off the computer. :lol:
Very probably. We won't maim anyone while you're gone. We'll wait for you to get back. Wouldn't want you throwing a tizzy and maiming us because we broke your toys . . .
Just noticed that the only one who "likes" my Instagram photo showing a quote about the alienating and obfuscating mass media is a spambot. :fnord:
Also had the first non-school gig with my jazz band from school at a local jazz club tonight. It was fun, even earned a few kroners.
And also, Nigel! I got the package today! Thank you too! <3
Had a patient today who came 'commando' for a test on his legs. He proceeded to take the hospital gown and wrap it around his waist like a belt.
It was an awkward 45 minutes.
An anonymous admirer sent me canes in the mail. I WONDER WHO THE FUCK SENDS ME CANES
Quote from: Junkenstein on March 14, 2013, 07:45:37 PM
Quote from: Cain on March 14, 2013, 06:21:08 PM
Still waiting for an email from my boss re: referee for my Uni application.
Good thing I emailed a previous employer. And he's a PhD, to boot. Will certainly look better.
Sounds like a good way out of an over priviliged hellhole. Good luck and such
Yeah, though it does mean pretty much committing myself to a further two years here.
On the plus side, the workload is significantly less than a traditional college...though so are the headaches.
Like the fire alarm we just had. At 25 past midnight.
Went for a walk today. It seems like no matter what route I take, the walks tend to be about three to three and a quarter miles. Even if I go the really really long way through the Subdivision That Progress Forgot, it's still only three miles. O.o My current theory is that hirley0 has infected Google with some sort logic puzzle that will reset everything to main if it is or isn't solved.
Had the first twinge from my worse-than-the-other-bad knee today. And my arrhythmia tripped at the same time. Need to remember to mention it to the doctor.
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on March 14, 2013, 04:43:13 PM
Laptop I used for work got stolen yesterday. According to my parents, it is my fault that someone jimmied the lock on mY car door and took it, and Hat, whose store I was volunteering for, should buy me a new one, and they should let me use the computer at the register, and I should take my ancient, virus riddled desktop computer.
:kingmeh: all of that is totally more reasonable then letting me borrow yours for three (3) days. Yep.
On the plus side, now I know better than to get a new one myself, and instead I will get refurbished ones with Not Windows 8 on them.
That sucks hind teat, Freeky. Sorry to hear it. I can tell you that when I worked security, I spent more time watching the fucking parking lots on the CCTV because shitheads would cruise up and down every damn row looking for unlocked cars or posh cars - more time doing that than actually securing the facility I was hired to guard. HILARITY!
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 14, 2013, 04:47:59 PM
Went and interviewed for a part-time job to supplement my current part-time job. By the time the interview was over, they offered me full-time employment starting $2/hr higher than what they always start cooks at, full benefits after 90 days (medical/dental/vision/401K), and were telling me why it's an awesome company to be a manager for and that they intend to fast-track me in that direction.
THANKS ALOT OBAMA!
Wow, kick-ass, man. :) Congrats on an excellent interview.
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 15, 2013, 12:21:51 AM
An anonymous admirer sent me canes in the mail. I WONDER WHO THE FUCK SENDS ME CANES
Someone who loves you.
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 15, 2013, 12:21:51 AM
An anonymous admirer sent me canes in the mail. I WONDER WHO THE FUCK SENDS ME CANES
Someone like Kathy Bates in "Misery".
Just did a check.
Yup, still working with incompetents. Thanks for the key which doesn't open anything, I'm sure our new student really appreciates it. And I really appreciate looking like an idiot, because I have to explain to her your failure to do what you are actually paid for.
I am getting married in about 4 hours.
Last night, my Imminent Wife kept me from sleeping, which I really, really needed, by smacking me in the face with your arms/elbow.
This is not the first time such a thing has happened. :x
And I'm just going to take a wild guess and say it won't be the last.
Quote from: Alty on March 15, 2013, 06:05:36 PM
I am getting married in about 4 hours.
Last night, my Imminent Wife kept me from sleeping, which I really, really needed, by smacking me in the face with your arms/elbow.
This is not the first time such a thing has happened. :x
And I'm just going to take a wild guess and say it won't be the last.
JESUS CHRISTO
How did she get Cain's arms and elbow????
(congratulations BTW)
The implications of this are staggering.
It kind of ties in with LOBB. :eek:
I get to return to civilisation for 4 days in a week. Longest week in a damn while.
Human contact! Polysyllable conversations!
I just did something terribly irresponsible for the first time in forever.
It feels so GOOD.
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 15, 2013, 07:54:06 PM
I just did something terribly irresponsible for the first time in forever.
It feels so GOOD.
Well, spill it.
Ve over
I need to start taking fridays off or at least leave by 430. Overhearing weekly pessimistic whispered conversations about funding kinda kills the mood.
For the past, I'd say month, my work week hasn't been stopping at 5 pm Friday afternoons. This weekend I'm finishing up one position statement on legislation and beginning another on a different piece of legislation, I'm reviewing a grant application for another anti-drug coalition, and I have work to do for the new Board I've become president of. Somewhere in there I have to see if I can sneak in my domestic chores.
Oh my goodness.
I can't believe I forgot to tell you.
I mean, it's been busy, but still.
I must say...
TO THE GAY BAR!
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 16, 2013, 02:33:22 AM
Oh my goodness.
I can't believe I forgot to tell you.
I mean, it's been busy, but still.
I must say...
TO THE GAY BAR!
:lulz:
On a side note, I wrote a Wrong Side story. We have to write an original short story for class and I figured that ripping myself off counts as original. I used real names, but will switch them when I post it here.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 16, 2013, 02:33:22 AM
Oh my goodness.
I can't believe I forgot to tell you.
I mean, it's been busy, but still.
I must say...
TO THE GAY BAR!
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
Nigel, I hope you feel better quickly.
So, this HAS been an awesome week, indeed! Aside from my laptop being stolen from my car right after I had finished a project that needs to be done by next Friday (and it totally wasn't my fault up until dinner with the folks that I suggested and brought in an effort to make a better relationship with them. Then it was TOTALLY my fault), and then the ex tells me he absolutely will not deal with the monkey outside of his allotted time (directly before telling me he can't take the monkey this weekend AT ALL, which means monkey goes two weeks without seeing dad, for what may be the sixth month in a fucking row), not even a few hours, and I can't think of anything except shooting my fucking brains out and/or ripping the skin off of my face because I just can't fucking stand myself anymore, and it was two days before I managed to find a place cool enough to keep me from getting sick (the emergency room), Monkey has PINKEYE! And I wasn't positive until AFTER I took him to the game store!
Fucking fuck, I just want the conga line of SHIT to end.
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on March 14, 2013, 11:51:15 PM
Just noticed that the only one who "likes" my Instagram photo showing a quote about the alienating and obfuscating mass media is a spambot. :fnord:
Also had the first non-school gig with my jazz band from school at a local jazz club tonight. It was fun, even earned a few kroners.
And also, Nigel! I got the package today! Thank you too! <3
YAY it got there!
Oh, what fresh hell is this? Saint Patrick's day in Oslo?
Fuck. Oh well. I'm gonna do a LMNO.
To the gay bar!
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 16, 2013, 02:16:31 PM
Oh, what fresh hell is this? Saint Patrick's day in Oslo?
Fuck. Oh well. I'm gonna do a LMNO.
To the gay bar!
I am confused by why everyone is acting like St. Patrick's Day is today. It's on E.O.T.'s birthday, which is tomorrow!
I started running again this morning. Running at dawn in the rain.
On the one hand it was kind of lovely, but on the other jesus fuck I'm out of shape.
More importantly...if St Patricks Day is celebrated on a Saturday, what makes it different from any other Saturday?
Once the green beer and obnoxious/dubious claims of Irish ancestery are excluded, of course.
Quote from: Cain on March 16, 2013, 03:55:59 PM
More importantly...if St Patricks Day is celebrated on a Saturday, what makes it different from any other Saturday?
Once the green beer and obnoxious/dubious claims of Irish ancestery are excluded, of course.
EXACTLY.
Did I mention that I recently found out that I'm part Irish Gypsy on my dad's side? There's gotta be an IRL troll I can work with that.
I believe that makes you eligible to take part in My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding (http://www.channel4.com/programmes/my-big-fat-gypsy-wedding).
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 16, 2013, 05:30:40 PM
Did I mention that I recently found out that I'm part Irish Gypsy on my dad's side? There's gotta be an IRL troll I can work with that.
For great justice and :lulz: ?
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 16, 2013, 05:26:55 PM
Quote from: Cain on March 16, 2013, 03:55:59 PM
More importantly...if St Patricks Day is celebrated on a Saturday, what makes it different from any other Saturday?
Once the green beer and obnoxious/dubious claims of Irish ancestery are excluded, of course.
EXACTLY.
This. It's ridiculous.
Besides, there's only about 12 Irishmen living in Norway. The band playing at the pub was Scottish.
I volunteered to help TBSD and his family clean up their late dad's old house in Palmdale this weekend, now that Charro has abandoned it. The house is full of angels, sad clowns painted on marble, old sodas, and TBSD's father had a picture of Oliver North's swearing in framed on the mantle, surrounded by old artillery shells.
Why do people do you the "favor" of telling you stuff that you already basically know goes on, you were just having a pretty good day not thinking about it?
I was having a pretty good week, too. Now everything feels all bleak again. :x :x :x
There is only one way to shut these people up, I think: explain WHY I tune certain things out.
Mary Sunshine doesn't know my history. :lol:
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 16, 2013, 05:30:40 PM
Did I mention that I recently found out that I'm part Irish Gypsy on my dad's side? There's gotta be an IRL troll I can work with that.
OH HELL YES.
I dunno if it's the season, or the marriage, or if maybe Nigel was right and I just needed sleep, food, and outside but I feel ready to FUCK SHIT UP LEFT AND/OR RIGHT.
I feel BETTER. Which is bad news for everyone who wants an intact left and/or right.
If I have an animal totem for FB it would without a doubt be a junkyard dog.
I'm only there to make your experience less pleasant. Which, I am rethinking as it seems even people I don't hate personally are into things that I personally hate. They say things that make me want to punch something in the stomach. All the god damned time. But I can't attack them.
But I like being needlessly aggressive on FB. It lets off a special kind of steam. Maybe I need another outlet.
Quote from: Alty on March 17, 2013, 05:41:18 AM
If I have an animal totem for FB it would without a doubt be a junkyard dog.
Rabid badger. I've met you.
Quote from: Cain on March 16, 2013, 03:55:59 PM
More importantly...if St Patricks Day is celebrated on a Saturday, what makes it different from any other Saturday?
Once the green beer and obnoxious/dubious claims of Irish ancestery are excluded, of course.
NO FUCKING GREEN BEER. NO.
YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK OF FUCKING GREEN BEER?
THIS (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tN9EC3Gy6Nk)
REAL IRISH PEOPLE DRINK FUCKING CARLSBERG.
THIS MAKES ME THINK THAT IRELAND NEEDS A NEW AMERICAN PRESIDENT.
Twid,
Not kidding. The Republic probably owes its existence to a New Yorker, who became president.
FUCKING GREEN BEER OFFENDS THE POPE.
WHY? BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING GREEN BEER AND DOESN'T WANT TO GET HIS GIRLFRIEND ALL HOPPED UP ON CATHOLIC BABIES. GREEN BEER IS A PROTESTANT OF COURSE AND GREEN BEER KNOWS IF HE KNOCKS THAT CHICK UP, HE'LL BE DISINHERITED. GREEN BEER, SURPRISINGLY, IS A PROTESTANT, LIKE THEOBALD WOLFETONE.
HAH. THOUGHT IRISH = CATHOLIC? HAH. NO. IRISH EQUALS EXCUSE TO EXCESS. BECAUSE SHITTY CLIMATE. ALSO FEEL BAD ABOUT IT.
ALSO POO POO POO THE UNITED STATES ON THE ISSUE OF HUMAN RIGHTS WHEN YOU HYPOCRITICALLY SUCK THE POPES DICK AND RUN SLAVE SHOPS THAT AREN'T BASED ON ANYTHING OTHER THAN WOMEN WHO USE THEIR VAGINAS AS THEY SEE FIT AND HAVE AN EQUALLY BAD PRIEST BOY DIDDLING SCANDAL. AND WHILE THAT'S HAPPENING, FUCK THE GAYS. AND DEAD INDIAN WOMEN WHO COULDN'T GET ABORTIONS.
Twid,
How do you set fire to really wet grass?
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 16, 2013, 05:30:40 PM
Did I mention that I recently found out that I'm part Irish Gypsy on my dad's side? There's gotta be an IRL troll I can work with that.
Well, my immediate gut reaction to this reveal is that you're a Traveller not a Gypsy. This might prove some fertile ground. Or it might not. Settled Irish are fairly ambivalent about the Shelta.
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 16, 2013, 05:49:45 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 16, 2013, 05:26:55 PM
Quote from: Cain on March 16, 2013, 03:55:59 PM
More importantly...if St Patricks Day is celebrated on a Saturday, what makes it different from any other Saturday?
Once the green beer and obnoxious/dubious claims of Irish ancestery are excluded, of course.
EXACTLY.
This. It's ridiculous.
Besides, there's only about 12 Irishmen living in Norway. The band playing at the pub was Scottish.
13. I registered you when you weren't looking. Sorry. You now have obligations. One of which is beating the shit out of that Scottish band. Just because they're ethnically identical and happen to live on a different island even though they were more or less identical to us upstanding Irish-Osloans, and we owe our capital, Dublin, to Vikings. Also, everyone should celebrate St. Patrick's Day. It's the anniversary of the sanctimonious fucker's death. I like a dead Saint Patrick more than a living one. Turns out that he himself was the last snake that was driven out of Ireland. Also, his color is blue, not green, and the fair folk are associated with red, not green.
ST. PATRICK WAS A SLAVE TO THE IRISH WHO ENDED UP ENSLAVING THE IRISH.
SOUNDS LIKE A REASON TO DRINK.
DRINK!!!!!
Quote from: Alty on March 17, 2013, 05:27:44 AM
I dunno if it's the season, or the marriage, or if maybe Nigel was right and I just needed sleep, food, and outside but I feel ready to FUCK SHIT UP LEFT AND/OR RIGHT.
I feel BETTER. Which is bad news for everyone who wants an intact left and/or right.
YAY!
Quote from: Queef Erisson on March 17, 2013, 09:03:06 AM
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 16, 2013, 05:30:40 PM
Did I mention that I recently found out that I'm part Irish Gypsy on my dad's side? There's gotta be an IRL troll I can work with that.
Well, my immediate gut reaction to this reveal is that you're a Traveller not a Gypsy. This might prove some fertile ground. Or it might not. Settled Irish are fairly ambivalent about the Shelta.
Or a Tinker, not a Rom, or something.
Quote from: stelz on March 17, 2013, 04:32:30 PM
Quote from: Queef Erisson on March 17, 2013, 09:03:06 AM
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 16, 2013, 05:30:40 PM
Did I mention that I recently found out that I'm part Irish Gypsy on my dad's side? There's gotta be an IRL troll I can work with that.
Well, my immediate gut reaction to this reveal is that you're a Traveller not a Gypsy. This might prove some fertile ground. Or it might not. Settled Irish are fairly ambivalent about the Shelta.
Or a Tinker, not a Rom, or something.
The word Tinker always makes me laugh.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 17, 2013, 06:51:23 AM
Quote from: Alty on March 17, 2013, 05:41:18 AM
If I have an animal totem for FB it would without a doubt be a junkyard dog.
Rabid badger. I've met you.
I like it. I can
work with that.
Hit refresh. I need a more Altyfied badger though. This one is too..calm.
I've been thinking about sleep/thc depriving myself before coming down in Oct. so as to be in peak condition.
I am ALLERGIC to Palmdale. I legitimately felt way, way better when we got over the mountains and back into the Central Valley. Also, I came away with that pic of Oliver North's swearing in.
Welp, currently had about three hours of sleep. Around midday. :|
Some disturbing dreams too, but given where my research has been taking me lately, none too surprising.
On hold with AAA again. No supervisors are available again. They claim they didn't get my fax but quoted me something from the cover-page I hadn't told this new lackey.
AAaaaaand they want me to re-send the FAX I sent a week ago because they can't find it.
. . .
I have two dollars left to my name. Let's see if it's enough to fax a Fuck-you-gram.
Quote from: Alty on March 17, 2013, 06:24:59 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 17, 2013, 06:51:23 AM
Quote from: Alty on March 17, 2013, 05:41:18 AM
If I have an animal totem for FB it would without a doubt be a junkyard dog.
Rabid badger. I've met you.
I like it. I can work with that.
Hit refresh. I need a more Altyfied badger though. This one is too..calm.
I've been thinking about sleep/thc depriving myself before coming down in Oct. so as to be in peak condition.
Nice.
We'll keep the light on.
And we'll ignore the neighbors when they complain, no matter how many cops and/or exorcists they bring along.
Seriously, that Kevin Reynolds douche in the FB discordian group is a fucking asshole. Posting porn and pictures of diseased cocks is not fucking cool, and the admins evidently do not give a single shit.
Quote from: Cain on March 18, 2013, 07:02:53 PM
Welp, currently had about three hours of sleep. Around midday. :|
Some disturbing dreams too, but given where my research has been taking me lately, none too surprising.
*Tries to imagine Cain's dreams*
*shudders*
Well, this place is empty.
I'll be back around in a few hours.
Guess I'll hang at facebook awhile. It's profoundly disturbing in the way that only things promoted as Nice-N-Friendly! can be profoundly disturbing.
I donated blood! Should I drink now y/n?
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on March 18, 2013, 09:24:10 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 18, 2013, 09:16:44 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on March 18, 2013, 09:16:13 PM
I donated blood! Should I drink now y/n?
No, you should eat a meal.
But where's the fun in that?
I am an old man. Eating a good meal strikes me as more fun that getting shitfaced too quickly to enjoy the booze. Seriously, if they made a non-alcohol whiskey that tasted like whiskey, I'd be a customer for life.
There's a point to drinking other than varying degrees of shitface?
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on March 18, 2013, 09:43:41 PM
There's a point to drinking other than varying degrees of shitface?
Certainly. Personally, I cherish the "burning ball of fish hooks down my throat" more than the drunk.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 18, 2013, 09:46:40 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on March 18, 2013, 09:43:41 PM
There's a point to drinking other than varying degrees of shitface?
Certainly. Personally, I cherish the "burning ball of fish hooks down my throat" more than the drunk.
You are a holier man than I. Or a manlier hole.
You need to drink better alcohol, QGP.
Today I authored a stupid little tweet that somehow went semi-viral (86 retweets/113 favorites at the moment, my tweets usually only get response from my friends):
"I wrote my name in the snow while waiting for the bus and suddenly I was a member of AUF."
This is a reference to AUF (the youth wing of the Norwegian Labour Party, target for the attacks in 2011)'s very dubious recruitment tactics, getting 13-14 year old kids to sign petitions against racism or bullying or whatever and then, without their knowledge, registrating them as members.
Now, to get something not as stupid and silly to the same level of popularity.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on March 18, 2013, 07:21:10 PM
On hold with AAA again. No supervisors are available again. They claim they didn't get my fax but quoted me something from the cover-page I hadn't told this new lackey.
AAaaaaand they want me to re-send the FAX I sent a week ago because they can't find it.
. . .
I have two dollars left to my name. Let's see if it's enough to fax a Fuck-you-gram.
What is up with all these companies that are apparently stuck in 1989? WHO THE FUCK USES FAX MACHINES?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 18, 2013, 09:46:40 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on March 18, 2013, 09:43:41 PM
There's a point to drinking other than varying degrees of shitface?
Certainly. Personally, I cherish the "burning ball of fish hooks down my throat" more than the drunk.
Mmm yessssss
I wish they made a low-alcohol bourbon that tasted just as bad and burned just as much. That's why I ALWAYS buy green label, never black.
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on March 18, 2013, 10:46:42 PM
Today I authored a stupid little tweet that somehow went semi-viral (86 retweets/113 favorites at the moment, my tweets usually only get response from my friends):
"I wrote my name in the snow while waiting for the bus and suddenly I was a member of AUF."
This is a reference to AUF (the youth wing of the Norwegian Labour Party, target for the attacks in 2011)'s very dubious recruitment tactics, getting 13-14 year old kids to sign petitions against racism or bullying or whatever and then, without their knowledge, registrating them as members.
Now, to get something not as stupid and silly to the same level of popularity.
:lol: Nice going!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 18, 2013, 09:46:40 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on March 18, 2013, 09:43:41 PM
There's a point to drinking other than varying degrees of shitface?
Certainly. Personally, I cherish the "burning ball of fish hooks down my throat" more than the drunk.
Quit reminding that I need to make my pilgrimage to Tuscon. :argh!:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 18, 2013, 09:46:40 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on March 18, 2013, 09:43:41 PM
There's a point to drinking other than varying degrees of shitface?
Certainly. Personally, I cherish the "burning ball of fish hooks down my throat" more than the drunk.
I like both effects equally.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 18, 2013, 11:37:44 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on March 18, 2013, 07:21:10 PM
On hold with AAA again. No supervisors are available again. They claim they didn't get my fax but quoted me something from the cover-page I hadn't told this new lackey.
AAaaaaand they want me to re-send the FAX I sent a week ago because they can't find it.
. . .
I have two dollars left to my name. Let's see if it's enough to fax a Fuck-you-gram.
What is up with all these companies that are apparently stuck in 1989? WHO THE FUCK USES FAX MACHINES?
OSHA was still using them a few years ago. I remember having to go to the library and fax a complaint at $2 a page. :P
Quote from: stelz on March 19, 2013, 12:25:16 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 18, 2013, 11:37:44 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on March 18, 2013, 07:21:10 PM
On hold with AAA again. No supervisors are available again. They claim they didn't get my fax but quoted me something from the cover-page I hadn't told this new lackey.
AAaaaaand they want me to re-send the FAX I sent a week ago because they can't find it.
. . .
I have two dollars left to my name. Let's see if it's enough to fax a Fuck-you-gram.
What is up with all these companies that are apparently stuck in 1989? WHO THE FUCK USES FAX MACHINES?
OSHA was still using them a few years ago. I remember having to go to the library and fax a complaint at $2 a page. :P
I've used faxes working for Dr. S. I faxed things to my college a couple of weeks ago. It's still a reasonable enough tech, though admittedly, PDFs and Emails do make more sense.
My sister is attempting to leave Tucson. Is this even possible?
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on March 19, 2013, 01:37:06 AM
My sister is attempting to leave Tucson. Is this even possible?
No. You always come back. Sooner or later.
Details:
http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php/topic,28577.30.html
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 18, 2013, 11:37:44 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on March 18, 2013, 07:21:10 PM
On hold with AAA again. No supervisors are available again. They claim they didn't get my fax but quoted me something from the cover-page I hadn't told this new lackey.
AAaaaaand they want me to re-send the FAX I sent a week ago because they can't find it.
. . .
I have two dollars left to my name. Let's see if it's enough to fax a Fuck-you-gram.
What is up with all these companies that are apparently stuck in 1989? WHO THE FUCK USES FAX MACHINES?
The MACHINE
TM uses whatever technology it deems to be the most degrading, cost-inefficient, and difficult to access for those it torments. Be careful lest a requirement for your mortgage agreement to be carved into a stone tablet become mandatory.
Quote from: Queef Erisson on March 19, 2013, 12:28:18 AM
Quote from: stelz on March 19, 2013, 12:25:16 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 18, 2013, 11:37:44 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on March 18, 2013, 07:21:10 PM
On hold with AAA again. No supervisors are available again. They claim they didn't get my fax but quoted me something from the cover-page I hadn't told this new lackey.
AAaaaaand they want me to re-send the FAX I sent a week ago because they can't find it.
. . .
I have two dollars left to my name. Let's see if it's enough to fax a Fuck-you-gram.
What is up with all these companies that are apparently stuck in 1989? WHO THE FUCK USES FAX MACHINES?
OSHA was still using them a few years ago. I remember having to go to the library and fax a complaint at $2 a page. :P
I've used faxes working for Dr. S. I faxed things to my college a couple of weeks ago. It's still a reasonable enough tech, though admittedly, PDFs and Emails do make more sense.
It's not reasonable at all in a nation where less than half of all households still have a land line. It's ridiculously archaic. I can understand why many organization still accept them... what I don't understand is why they will not accept an email of a scan instead when it's literally THE SAME FUCKING THING only without involving the phone line.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 19, 2013, 01:39:48 AM
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on March 19, 2013, 01:37:06 AM
My sister is attempting to leave Tucson. Is this even possible?
No. You always come back. Sooner or later.
I have some concerns she'd bring Tucson with her.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 19, 2013, 01:46:21 AM
Quote from: Queef Erisson on March 19, 2013, 12:28:18 AM
Quote from: stelz on March 19, 2013, 12:25:16 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 18, 2013, 11:37:44 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on March 18, 2013, 07:21:10 PM
On hold with AAA again. No supervisors are available again. They claim they didn't get my fax but quoted me something from the cover-page I hadn't told this new lackey.
AAaaaaand they want me to re-send the FAX I sent a week ago because they can't find it.
. . .
I have two dollars left to my name. Let's see if it's enough to fax a Fuck-you-gram.
What is up with all these companies that are apparently stuck in 1989? WHO THE FUCK USES FAX MACHINES?
OSHA was still using them a few years ago. I remember having to go to the library and fax a complaint at $2 a page. :P
I've used faxes working for Dr. S. I faxed things to my college a couple of weeks ago. It's still a reasonable enough tech, though admittedly, PDFs and Emails do make more sense.
It's not reasonable at all in a nation where less than half of all households still have a land line. It's ridiculously archaic. I can understand why many organization still accept them... what I don't understand is why they will not accept an email of a scan instead when it's literally THE SAME FUCKING THING only without involving the phone line.
I agree. But, sometimes publications prefer it. Sometimes colleges nominally accept them. It's ridiculous, because I would have to get authors from across the world to sign a piece of paper and fax it back to me, and then refax it to the publication. Most inefficient. Dr. S, when I started working for him, asked me what my home phone number was. I told him I only had a cell phone, and he laughed and said I was one of those modern people. I am almost consistently behind the technological norm, due to not wanting to spend money on new tech.
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on March 19, 2013, 01:52:33 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 19, 2013, 01:39:48 AM
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on March 19, 2013, 01:37:06 AM
My sister is attempting to leave Tucson. Is this even possible?
No. You always come back. Sooner or later.
I have some concerns she'd bring Tucson with her.
Make sure she takes all her skin off before you let her in the house.
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on March 19, 2013, 02:01:16 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 19, 2013, 01:56:45 AM
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on March 19, 2013, 01:52:33 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 19, 2013, 01:39:48 AM
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on March 19, 2013, 01:37:06 AM
My sister is attempting to leave Tucson. Is this even possible?
No. You always come back. Sooner or later.
I have some concerns she'd bring Tucson with her.
Make sure she takes all her skin off before you let her in the house.
Flea dip won't work?
No.
I posted a link at the bottom of the last page which may explain things.
She's attempting to find a lab job here. I'm not sure where that'd be or how she even got the current one, aside from the fact it was in Tucson.
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on March 19, 2013, 03:06:49 AM
She's attempting to find a lab job here. I'm not sure where that'd be or how she even got the current one, aside from the fact it was in Tucson.
Then why would she ever leave Tucson? We're doing SCIENCE up in this shit. MAD SCIENCE.
I am kind of tired of not being able to keep my temper with my ex (my fault) when he consistently takes one of his weekends to spend time with his child off every month (his fault) and not even giving me the courtesy I must give him when I need him to take the monkey a little extra time.
Does anyone know about how hard it is to change a parenting time agreement when you must use a mediator and probably it must at some point go to a judge for finalization? We absolutely are bitter and hateful towards each other (both of us are at fault) and there is no way of doing without this legal shenaniganry, but this is fuckng BALLS. He uses up twice as much vacation time as he is supposed to have in half the year, some of that on holidays he specifically requested to have parenting time on, like monkey's fucking birthday, and I have been able to use a day in two years
2 Days remain until HOME.
I know Hollywood likes to reinforce stereotypes and all, but, really.....?
http://www.redbox.com/movies/ooga-booga (http://www.redbox.com/movies/ooga-booga)
:facepalm:
Heh, Stacy Keach. :lol:
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on March 19, 2013, 04:59:04 PM
I know Hollywood likes to reinforce stereotypes and all, but, really.....?
http://www.redbox.com/movies/ooga-booga (http://www.redbox.com/movies/ooga-booga)
:facepalm:
Karen Black? Isn't she like, 80?
How many times is she going to reprise the doll thing from
Trilogy of Terror?
BORED.
FUCK THIS.
GOING TO GO READ THE NEWS.
HO HO HO
http://usnews.nbcnews.com/_news/2013/03/19/17362511-booted-and-banned-former-us-troops-battle-to-come-home?lite
I've had this crazy random burst of euphoria for hours now, and I don't really know why. I just feel really, really warm and happy. Angry too. But in a good way. I've tried to rant my guts off but I can't come up with anything coherent WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS
AND THIS
http://usnews.nbcnews.com/_news/2013/03/19/17373726-maryland-school-district-restricts-hugs-party-invitations-and-cupcakes?lite
AND AND AND
Good News everyone: Teh Twinkies have been saved!
AND SO HAS MICHELLE SHOCKED!
http://entertainment.nbcnews.com/_news/2013/03/19/17371676-singer-michelle-shocked-stuns-fans-with-anti-gay-rant?lite
Someone's been palling around with Dave Mustaine.
Probably. :lulz:
See you guys tomorrow. The excitement here has agitated my elderly bowels.
Too busy playing video games to avoid having to do my University application to visit this place to avoid having to do my application.
Quote from: Cain on March 19, 2013, 09:36:55 PM
Too busy playing video games to avoid having to do my University application to visit this place to avoid having to do my application.
Yeah, back again. I have a half hour to kill.
Then I'm going home, and instead of trolling FB (which is getting boring) or ranting to an empty room or anything, I'm thinking CIV5. I love CIV5 and it loves me back.
And then the MachineTM ate TGGR.
Well, I blew out some intestines ranting, and there were 40-something views and THREE (3) comments, two of which were written by me.
And then it occurred to me...I'm that crazy bastard ranting at the bus station, while people walk by and try not to look at me.
And that's kind of disturbing.
So, I'm going to keep writing LOBB (beats working), but I think I'll just keep the rants in my pance, and maybe buy a couple more video games, so I have something to change up with, when CIV5 begins to get monotonous.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 19, 2013, 09:43:01 PM
Well, I blew out some intestines ranting, and there were 40-something views and THREE (3) comments, two of which were written by me.
And then it occurred to me...I'm that crazy bastard ranting at the bus station, while people walk by and try not to look at me.
And that's kind of disturbing.
The thing where you named a bunch of people who did it, but others only talking about doing it?
It made no sense whatsoever to me, unlike other rants, but maybe I should make a post in that thread saying it makes no sense instead of saying that here...
Quote from: Sita on March 19, 2013, 09:50:15 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 19, 2013, 09:43:01 PM
Well, I blew out some intestines ranting, and there were 40-something views and THREE (3) comments, two of which were written by me.
And then it occurred to me...I'm that crazy bastard ranting at the bus station, while people walk by and try not to look at me.
And that's kind of disturbing.
The thing where you named a bunch of people who did it, but others only talking about doing it?
It made no sense whatsoever to me, unlike other rants, but maybe I should make a post in that thread saying it makes no sense instead of saying that here...
I bet the crazy bastards at the bus station think they're making sense, too.
So, yeah. My point is made.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 19, 2013, 09:38:54 PM
Quote from: Cain on March 19, 2013, 09:36:55 PM
Too busy playing video games to avoid having to do my University application to visit this place to avoid having to do my application.
Yeah, back again. I have a half hour to kill.
Then I'm going home, and instead of trolling FB (which is getting boring) or ranting to an empty room or anything, I'm thinking CIV5. I love CIV5 and it loves me back.
I feel the same way about ME3MP. I can also get instant satisfaction from the stupidity of the random players I come across. Beats talking into a void...even if the things I hear make me want to drive a nail into my eardrums.
Quote from: Cain on March 19, 2013, 10:03:43 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 19, 2013, 09:38:54 PM
Quote from: Cain on March 19, 2013, 09:36:55 PM
Too busy playing video games to avoid having to do my University application to visit this place to avoid having to do my application.
Yeah, back again. I have a half hour to kill.
Then I'm going home, and instead of trolling FB (which is getting boring) or ranting to an empty room or anything, I'm thinking CIV5. I love CIV5 and it loves me back.
I feel the same way about ME3MP. I can also get instant satisfaction from the stupidity of the random players I come across. Beats talking into a void...even if the things I hear make me want to drive a nail into my eardrums.
Yeah, well, it beats hell out of jabbering incomprehensibly, thinking you're getting a point across. That road leads to piss-crusted pants, an unwashed greatcoat, and a bench to sleep on at the fucking bus station.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 19, 2013, 08:50:24 PM
AND SO HAS MICHELLE SHOCKED!
http://entertainment.nbcnews.com/_news/2013/03/19/17371676-singer-michelle-shocked-stuns-fans-with-anti-gay-rant?lite
"When I grow up I want to be an old Fred Phelps
When I grow up I want to be an old Fred Phelps
An old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old Fred Phelps"
/
(http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2013/3/19/1363691341607/Michelle-Shocked-in-2005-010.jpg)
I shouldn't be this upset.
But, you know, I can only trust my own perception. What if the brain flukes never went away, and I've been posting gibberish for 2 years or so?
How the fuck would I know?
I gotta go.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 19, 2013, 10:31:10 PM
I shouldn't be this upset.
But, you know, I can only trust my own perception. What if the brain flukes never went away, and I've been posting gibberish for 2 years or so?
How the fuck would I know?
NOT gibberish.
It's all good.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 19, 2013, 09:51:05 PM
Quote from: Sita on March 19, 2013, 09:50:15 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 19, 2013, 09:43:01 PM
Well, I blew out some intestines ranting, and there were 40-something views and THREE (3) comments, two of which were written by me.
And then it occurred to me...I'm that crazy bastard ranting at the bus station, while people walk by and try not to look at me.
And that's kind of disturbing.
The thing where you named a bunch of people who did it, but others only talking about doing it?
It made no sense whatsoever to me, unlike other rants, but maybe I should make a post in that thread saying it makes no sense instead of saying that here...
I bet the crazy bastards at the bus station think they're making sense, too.
So, yeah. My point is made.
Please don't think me not getting something means no one else on the board does. I'm really the worst person to use as an indicator of such things :(
Sure, I'll take a 2am fire drill. Again.
Quote from: Sita on March 19, 2013, 11:32:45 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 19, 2013, 09:51:05 PM
Quote from: Sita on March 19, 2013, 09:50:15 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 19, 2013, 09:43:01 PM
Well, I blew out some intestines ranting, and there were 40-something views and THREE (3) comments, two of which were written by me.
And then it occurred to me...I'm that crazy bastard ranting at the bus station, while people walk by and try not to look at me.
And that's kind of disturbing.
The thing where you named a bunch of people who did it, but others only talking about doing it?
It made no sense whatsoever to me, unlike other rants, but maybe I should make a post in that thread saying it makes no sense instead of saying that here...
I bet the crazy bastards at the bus station think they're making sense, too.
So, yeah. My point is made.
Please don't think me not getting something means no one else on the board does. I'm really the worst person to use as an indicator of such things :(
S'ok. You're not responsible for the state of my head. Which is a good thing for you, on account of the EPA.
My manager asked me to explain butt chugging the other day. I did, straight faced, while going on to doubt the veracity of the tampon margarita.
The same day i was invited over to some friend's place for dinner, and used a tangled slinky as a way to explain taoism. It's been an amusing few weeks.
I had an AMAZING day today. Best first day of Spring Break ever!
First, woke up on Daff0dil's couch, had breakfast, came home, took a shower, Hot Cowboy picked me up and WE WENT EXPLORING. Holy shit! We hiked down a dike, went to Whitaker Ponds, hiked the Johnson Lake Property (both sides), stopped for lunch at Oldtown Pizza, and drove down to Lake Oswego to explore the legendary Peter Kerr land grant, which has rumors of an abandoned railroad tunnel underneath it. Can't get onto the property, can't even park by it... but guess what? Driving through the uber-rich neighborhood below it (insane 1930's stone-walled riverfront estates) we cross the old trolley line. Parked and walked the trolley line until, HELLO!
(http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/64205_10151386731404069_917702592_n.jpg)
Yep.
Didn't bring flashlights, so the real fun will have to happen later on.
Then we went to the Alexandra Street bridge that was meant to connect to the ill-fated Leif Erikson developments, just to cap it all off.
Tired, sore, and happy. :)
Sleeping pills + Shower + sleepimg pillz + sleeoing pillz + diffefent kind of pills = No sleep, but I hear music playing in the backgroung sumwher.
Right now I'm listening to some pop country rock garbage. Earlier was better, I had a song from Nasicaa on. And now Sonic the Hedgehop is singing. Singing pop country rock crap.
It's interesting, and I wisj I could find a balance between sleeping and listening to the music. :/
I've been invited to a party on Friday, but as usual in my area there are a few logistical issues.
The party is 35 kilometres from where I live. A completely normal distance in my area, since there are few people and lots of land. There are pretty much no night buses. Taking a taxi will cost 1200 NOK, the equivalent of 200 US dollars. If you pre-order and is a young person, the county is supposed to subsidize your cab ride home so you only will have to pay around 10$. But of course, the rules are so restrictive about times and areas it doesn't apply to me. If people have to make their circles of friends fit within arbitrary geographical borders and also have to leave all parties at 1 am, people won't use it, and I won't use it. The only real way to get home now is to find someone who knows someone who can drive me home for a decent price, or a friend who'll do it for free. But if paid for, this is illegal, unlicensed taxicab services. And even if it's free, it's risky. The driver is usually unexperienced, it's dark, in winter the roads are slippery and there is a real risk of crashing into moose. The passengers are usually drunk and in a quite upbeat mood. Accidents happen. More often than usual. This is dangerous, scientists and police and whatever tell the media, and there have been proposals to ban young drivers (some single out young male drivers) from driving at night or with passengers. Probably won't happen though, for what is the alternative? Having to rely 50 year old illegal taxicab drivers to get your teenager home?
Anyway, I'm left with these options:
a) spend my entire personal budget for the next month on a taxi.
b) get a "pirate taxi"/convince a sober friend to drive me home.
c) end up in bed with someone, or if that fails, pass out on a floor.
e) not go.
Grrwagh. I'm looking forward to exchange rural idyll for a chaotic, noisy and unsafe urban life where it's actually possible to do stuff.
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on March 21, 2013, 12:02:41 AM
I've been invited to a party on Friday, but as usual in my area there are a few logistical issues.
The party is 35 kilometres from where I live. A completely normal distance in my area, since there are few people and lots of land. There are pretty much no night buses. Taking a taxi will cost 1200 NOK, the equivalent of 200 US dollars. If you pre-order and is a young person, the county is supposed to subsidize your cab ride home so you only will have to pay around 10$. But of course, the rules are so restrictive about times and areas it doesn't apply to me. If people have to make their circles of friends fit within arbitrary geographical borders and also have to leave all parties at 1 am, people won't use it, and I won't use it. The only real way to get home now is to find someone who knows someone who can drive me home for a decent price, or a friend who'll do it for free. But if paid for, this is illegal, unlicensed taxicab services. And even if it's free, it's risky. The driver is usually unexperienced, it's dark, in winter the roads are slippery and there is a real risk of crashing into moose. The passengers are usually drunk and in a quite upbeat mood. Accidents happen. More often than usual. This is dangerous, scientists and police and whatever tell the media, and there have been proposals to ban young drivers (some single out young male drivers) from driving at night or with passengers. Probably won't happen though, for what is the alternative? Having to rely 50 year old illegal taxicab drivers to get your teenager home?
Anyway, I'm left with these options:
a) spend my entire personal budget for the next month on a taxi.
b) get a "pirate taxi"/convince a sober friend to drive me home.
c) end up in bed with someone, or if that fails, pass out on a floor.
e) not go.
Grrwagh. I'm looking forward to exchange rural idyll for a chaotic, noisy and unsafe urban life where it's actually possible to do stuff.
Flop on the floor.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 20, 2013, 05:00:26 AM
I had an AMAZING day today. Best first day of Spring Break ever!
First, woke up on Daff0dil's couch, had breakfast, came home, took a shower, Hot Cowboy picked me up and WE WENT EXPLORING. Holy shit! We hiked down a dike, went to Whitaker Ponds, hiked the Johnson Lake Property (both sides), stopped for lunch at Oldtown Pizza, and drove down to Lake Oswego to explore the legendary Peter Kerr land grant, which has rumors of an abandoned railroad tunnel underneath it. Can't get onto the property, can't even park by it... but guess what? Driving through the uber-rich neighborhood below it (insane 1930's stone-walled riverfront estates) we cross the old trolley line. Parked and walked the trolley line until, HELLO!
(http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/64205_10151386731404069_917702592_n.jpg)
Yep.
Didn't bring flashlights, so the real fun will have to happen later on.
Then we went to the Alexandra Street bridge that was meant to connect to the ill-fated Leif Erikson developments, just to cap it all off.
Tired, sore, and happy. :)
In the world that exists in my head, that tunnel is a REALLY BAD IDEA.
But you're not in that world, so bring some lights, go in a group, and have fun.
GOING TO PALMDALE (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palmdale,_California) AGAIN THIS WEEKEND. God. There's still more shit to bring home and my stepdad's dad's house still needs to be cleaned (it smells like cat piss and stale cigarette smoke and the yard's almost totally dead), and I'm pretty sure my sinuses are going to try to succeed. They've got mold and fungus down there like crazy, and combined with the dust, my allergies went complete haywire.
Which is saying something, since Fresno's air (which is notoriously bad) doesn't do this to me at all.
Also, here's a picture of Oliver North my late step grandfather had on his mantle:
(https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/484717_10152064360631515_1857736364_n.jpg)
The two shells on the left are live, by the by. I'm not sure what anyone is going to do with them, except possibly drop them in a fire.
Last, I'm going to be surrounded by horridly conservative people. Like, they're wildly racist and believe the government is going to put a chip with all their sensitive data in their left hand. Anyone got an particularly amusing trolls they think I should run?
You could bring up that the Beirut Marine barracks bombing was made possibly by Ollie North.
:lulz:
Hmm, I'll feel around for how everyone else feels about North. Because that does have the potential to be a lulz cow.
Quote from: Juana Go? on March 21, 2013, 12:58:49 AM
Hmm, I'll feel around for how everyone else feels about North. Because that does have the potential to be a lulz cow.
North is a complete arseburger. I have a great way of fucking with Olliemania, if you're interested.
Interested. :lulz:
I have that picture of North now. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it, but I had to have it.
Quote from: Juana Go? on March 21, 2013, 01:09:05 AM
Interested. :lulz:
I have that picture of North now. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it, but I had to have it.
Roger: Says something rotten about Oliver North.
Dumbass: "OLIVER NORTH IS A GREAT AMERICAN!"
Roger: "241 dead marines."
Dumbass: "What?"
Roger: "That's how many marines died in the Beirut marine barracks bombing. Remember who was behind that?"
Dumbass: "The Iranians."
Roger: "Who sold them the explosives? Oh, yeah. It was Oliver North."
At this point, Dumbass usually throws a punch or storms out.
So much for Olliemania.
That should be good for some lulz. Thanks!
Quote from: Juana Go? on March 21, 2013, 01:35:23 AM
That should be good for some lulz. Thanks!
No sweat. I have loathed Oliver North since the actual events. Watching him blather about how it was okay to violate his oath as an officer on account of Mom, Apple Pie, and The Gipper make me yack. Also, if you ever get in trouble, you should hope that pansy Neilds investigates it. He threw Oliver North softballs for a solid WEEK, each one giving North another set up for a speech about how "you can't save democracy without breaking a few constitutional eggs".
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 21, 2013, 12:12:44 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 20, 2013, 05:00:26 AM
I had an AMAZING day today. Best first day of Spring Break ever!
First, woke up on Daff0dil's couch, had breakfast, came home, took a shower, Hot Cowboy picked me up and WE WENT EXPLORING. Holy shit! We hiked down a dike, went to Whitaker Ponds, hiked the Johnson Lake Property (both sides), stopped for lunch at Oldtown Pizza, and drove down to Lake Oswego to explore the legendary Peter Kerr land grant, which has rumors of an abandoned railroad tunnel underneath it. Can't get onto the property, can't even park by it... but guess what? Driving through the uber-rich neighborhood below it (insane 1930's stone-walled riverfront estates) we cross the old trolley line. Parked and walked the trolley line until, HELLO!
(http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/64205_10151386731404069_917702592_n.jpg)
Yep.
Didn't bring flashlights, so the real fun will have to happen later on.
Then we went to the Alexandra Street bridge that was meant to connect to the ill-fated Leif Erikson developments, just to cap it all off.
Tired, sore, and happy. :)
In the world that exists in my head, that tunnel is a REALLY BAD IDEA.
But you're not in that world, so bring some lights, go in a group, and have fun.
Why do I feel this tunnel will be appearing in LOBB?
Naw, I have The Pipe.
But seriously, if I was running things, nobody would have even the barest notion of walking into something like that.
Also, nobody would EVER be bored.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 21, 2013, 01:40:01 AM
Quote from: Juana Go? on March 21, 2013, 01:35:23 AM
That should be good for some lulz. Thanks!
No sweat. I have loathed Oliver North since the actual events. Watching him blather about how it was okay to violate his oath as an officer on account of Mom, Apple Pie, and The Gipper make me yack. Also, if you ever get in trouble, you should hope that pansy Neilds investigates it. He threw Oliver North softballs for a solid WEEK, each one giving North another set up for a speech about how "you can't save democracy without breaking a few constitutional eggs".
Oh gross. Not surprised that the stepgrandfather liked him, then.
Also, PD, should I see how much of the SGF's conspiracy theory shit I can save? Like, he was hard core into the Illuminati/chem trails/etc. nonsense and the potential for lulz is pretty high.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 21, 2013, 12:11:37 AM
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on March 21, 2013, 12:02:41 AM
I've been invited to a party on Friday, but as usual in my area there are a few logistical issues.
The party is 35 kilometres from where I live. A completely normal distance in my area, since there are few people and lots of land. There are pretty much no night buses. Taking a taxi will cost 1200 NOK, the equivalent of 200 US dollars. If you pre-order and is a young person, the county is supposed to subsidize your cab ride home so you only will have to pay around 10$. But of course, the rules are so restrictive about times and areas it doesn't apply to me. If people have to make their circles of friends fit within arbitrary geographical borders and also have to leave all parties at 1 am, people won't use it, and I won't use it. The only real way to get home now is to find someone who knows someone who can drive me home for a decent price, or a friend who'll do it for free. But if paid for, this is illegal, unlicensed taxicab services. And even if it's free, it's risky. The driver is usually unexperienced, it's dark, in winter the roads are slippery and there is a real risk of crashing into moose. The passengers are usually drunk and in a quite upbeat mood. Accidents happen. More often than usual. This is dangerous, scientists and police and whatever tell the media, and there have been proposals to ban young drivers (some single out young male drivers) from driving at night or with passengers. Probably won't happen though, for what is the alternative? Having to rely 50 year old illegal taxicab drivers to get your teenager home?
Anyway, I'm left with these options:
a) spend my entire personal budget for the next month on a taxi.
b) get a "pirate taxi"/convince a sober friend to drive me home.
c) end up in bed with someone, or if that fails, pass out on a floor.
e) not go.
Grrwagh. I'm looking forward to exchange rural idyll for a chaotic, noisy and unsafe urban life where it's actually possible to do stuff.
Flop on the floor.
This.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 21, 2013, 12:12:44 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 20, 2013, 05:00:26 AM
I had an AMAZING day today. Best first day of Spring Break ever!
First, woke up on Daff0dil's couch, had breakfast, came home, took a shower, Hot Cowboy picked me up and WE WENT EXPLORING. Holy shit! We hiked down a dike, went to Whitaker Ponds, hiked the Johnson Lake Property (both sides), stopped for lunch at Oldtown Pizza, and drove down to Lake Oswego to explore the legendary Peter Kerr land grant, which has rumors of an abandoned railroad tunnel underneath it. Can't get onto the property, can't even park by it... but guess what? Driving through the uber-rich neighborhood below it (insane 1930's stone-walled riverfront estates) we cross the old trolley line. Parked and walked the trolley line until, HELLO!
(http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-prn1/64205_10151386731404069_917702592_n.jpg)
Yep.
Didn't bring flashlights, so the real fun will have to happen later on.
Then we went to the Alexandra Street bridge that was meant to connect to the ill-fated Leif Erikson developments, just to cap it all off.
Tired, sore, and happy. :)
In the world that exists in my head, that tunnel is a REALLY BAD IDEA.
But you're not in that world, so bring some lights, go in a group, and have fun.
In the world that exists in my head... I should probably go alone.
I don't think it goes as far as the Pipe, and I've done that alone. There's something about being completely isolated in the darkness underground that is really intense. Sometimes, I turn off my light and just move through the tunnel by touch.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 21, 2013, 01:45:48 AM
Naw, I have The Pipe.
But seriously, if I was running things, nobody would have even the barest notion of walking into something like that.
Also, nobody would EVER be bored.
:lulz: Kind of the opposite of the world in "Cocoon".
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 21, 2013, 03:40:58 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 21, 2013, 01:45:48 AM
Naw, I have The Pipe.
But seriously, if I was running things, nobody would have even the barest notion of walking into something like that.
Also, nobody would EVER be bored.
:lulz: Kind of the opposite of the world in "Cocoon".
Well, you'd see Israelis back-to-back with Palestinians.
"OH, SHIT, HABIB, HERE THEY COME!"
"I HAVE YOUR BACK, AARON!"
*Fade to black, sound of gunfire and something roaring/squealing*
There wouldn't be TIME for sectarian nonsense.
Just finished one of the funner school projects I've had in a while. At 7.30 this morning, we set up a sound system at the train station, played a 25-minute set for the commuters and then packed it all down and disappeared.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 21, 2013, 03:32:22 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 21, 2013, 12:11:37 AM
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on March 21, 2013, 12:02:41 AM
Anyway, I'm left with these options:
a) spend my entire personal budget for the next month on a taxi.
b) get a "pirate taxi"/convince a sober friend to drive me home.
c) end up in bed with someone, or if that fails, pass out on a floor.
e) not go.
Flop on the floor.
This.
Yep, that's what I'll do.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 21, 2013, 03:58:04 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 21, 2013, 03:40:58 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 21, 2013, 01:45:48 AM
Naw, I have The Pipe.
But seriously, if I was running things, nobody would have even the barest notion of walking into something like that.
Also, nobody would EVER be bored.
:lulz: Kind of the opposite of the world in "Cocoon".
Well, you'd see Israelis back-to-back with Palestinians.
"OH, SHIT, HABIB, HERE THEY COME!"
"I HAVE YOUR BACK, AARON!"
*Fade to black, sound of gunfire and something roaring/squealing*
There wouldn't be TIME for sectarian nonsense.
GLOBAL ROBBER'S CAVE EXPERIMENT.
Less than 2 hours until I head for HOME.
I can't express the delight at returning to humanity.
NEW STOVE, BITCHES.
(http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/480617_10200462459339018_1451594586_n.jpg)
Niiiice!
Quote from: Juana Go? on March 21, 2013, 01:51:08 AM
Also, PD, should I see how much of the SGF's conspiracy theory shit I can save? Like, he was hard core into the Illuminati/chem trails/etc. nonsense and the potential for lulz is pretty high.
I'd be inclined to say yes, at least for a time until you can peel through some of it. Mainly because that kind of stuff facsinates me, even if it's only in a "hahahahaha they really believe that!?!" sort of way.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 21, 2013, 03:58:04 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 21, 2013, 03:40:58 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 21, 2013, 01:45:48 AM
Naw, I have The Pipe.
But seriously, if I was running things, nobody would have even the barest notion of walking into something like that.
Also, nobody would EVER be bored.
:lulz: Kind of the opposite of the world in "Cocoon".
Well, you'd see Israelis back-to-back with Palestinians.
"OH, SHIT, HABIB, HERE THEY COME!"
"I HAVE YOUR BACK, AARON!"
*Fade to black, sound of gunfire and something roaring/squealing*
There wouldn't be TIME for sectarian nonsense.
I am 100% in favor of this.
Roger for God!
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 21, 2013, 02:22:58 PM
NEW STOVE, BITCHES.
(http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/480617_10200462459339018_1451594586_n.jpg)
I has envy. :fap:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 21, 2013, 12:11:37 AM
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on March 21, 2013, 12:02:41 AM
I've been invited to a party on Friday, but as usual in my area there are a few logistical issues.
The party is 35 kilometres from where I live. A completely normal distance in my area, since there are few people and lots of land. There are pretty much no night buses. Taking a taxi will cost 1200 NOK, the equivalent of 200 US dollars. If you pre-order and is a young person, the county is supposed to subsidize your cab ride home so you only will have to pay around 10$. But of course, the rules are so restrictive about times and areas it doesn't apply to me. If people have to make their circles of friends fit within arbitrary geographical borders and also have to leave all parties at 1 am, people won't use it, and I won't use it. The only real way to get home now is to find someone who knows someone who can drive me home for a decent price, or a friend who'll do it for free. But if paid for, this is illegal, unlicensed taxicab services. And even if it's free, it's risky. The driver is usually unexperienced, it's dark, in winter the roads are slippery and there is a real risk of crashing into moose. The passengers are usually drunk and in a quite upbeat mood. Accidents happen. More often than usual. This is dangerous, scientists and police and whatever tell the media, and there have been proposals to ban young drivers (some single out young male drivers) from driving at night or with passengers. Probably won't happen though, for what is the alternative? Having to rely 50 year old illegal taxicab drivers to get your teenager home?
Anyway, I'm left with these options:
a) spend my entire personal budget for the next month on a taxi.
b) get a "pirate taxi"/convince a sober friend to drive me home.
c) end up in bed with someone, or if that fails, pass out on a floor.
e) not go.
Grrwagh. I'm looking forward to exchange rural idyll for a chaotic, noisy and unsafe urban life where it's actually possible to do stuff.
Flop on the floor.
THIS.
And I'm not even sure why you consider this difficult.
You've never been to Texas, have you?
On the floor always.
Shit, bring a sleeping bag, if you're feeling fancy.
A good host or hostess will always be prepared to provide a drunk-nest.
Aw, they had to cancel it because their landlord suddenly changed her mind about it from "fine" to something like "no guests after 11 pm and I will come by every 30 minutes to make sure you're behaving or else I'll call my lawyer".
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on March 21, 2013, 04:45:45 PM
Aw, they had to cancel it because their landlord suddenly changed her mind about it from "fine" to something like "no guests after 11 pm and I will come by every 30 minutes to make sure you're behaving or else I'll call my lawyer".
In what godforsaken, Orwellian wreck of a place is your landlord allowed to tell you whether you're allowed to have a party or not? FFS. Even in Phoenix, they don't do that.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 21, 2013, 03:15:17 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 21, 2013, 03:58:04 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 21, 2013, 03:40:58 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 21, 2013, 01:45:48 AM
Naw, I have The Pipe.
But seriously, if I was running things, nobody would have even the barest notion of walking into something like that.
Also, nobody would EVER be bored.
:lulz: Kind of the opposite of the world in "Cocoon".
Well, you'd see Israelis back-to-back with Palestinians.
"OH, SHIT, HABIB, HERE THEY COME!"
"I HAVE YOUR BACK, AARON!"
*Fade to black, sound of gunfire and something roaring/squealing*
There wouldn't be TIME for sectarian nonsense.
I am 100% in favor of this.
Roger for God!
The world needs me.
http://worldnews.nbcnews.com/_news/2013/03/21/17401207-iran-threatens-to-destroy-tel-aviv-haifa-if-israel-attacks?lite
Just need to provide a sample piece of writing for my Uni application now.
Am considering potential topics. I want to write something exciting and controversial, but that would be lengthy or stupid, or possibly both, so I'm now grubbing around in the textbooks for something to prove I'm not a complete a moron to write about.
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on March 21, 2013, 03:00:26 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on March 21, 2013, 01:51:08 AM
Also, PD, should I see how much of the SGF's conspiracy theory shit I can save? Like, he was hard core into the Illuminati/chem trails/etc. nonsense and the potential for lulz is pretty high.
I'd be inclined to say yes, at least for a time until you can peel through some of it. Mainly because that kind of stuff facsinates me, even if it's only in a "hahahahaha they really believe that!?!" sort of way.
I will see what I can save, lol.
Quote from: Cain on March 21, 2013, 06:01:42 PM
Just need to provide a sample piece of writing for my Uni application now.
Am considering potential topics. I want to write something exciting and controversial, but that would be lengthy or stupid, or possibly both, so I'm now grubbing around in the textbooks for something to prove I'm not a complete a moron to write about.
Good luck, dude.
Thanks. Think I have a basic thesis - can easily knock 2000 words out over the weekend. Also quoting the (as of five years ago) rising star of the department cannot hurt any.
I'm really overplaying the "I used to study with you guys!" aspect of my application. Though worst comes to worst, I'll bust out the "I have the money right now" line.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 21, 2013, 02:22:58 PM
NEW STOVE, BITCHES.
(http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/480617_10200462459339018_1451594586_n.jpg)
Holy FUCK.
It must be like having a Rolls Royce.
Only it's in the kitchen and it COOKS STUFF. :)
Viking makes a very nice stove. I'm curious about the oblong burner in the center. I assume it's for an oval dutch oven or other braising/stewpot-type dish but the placement seems strange.
Ostensibly, it's for a griddle. It will probably be the least-used burner on the stove.
That is one sexy stove. :drool: :fap:
I wish I could get Facebook at work.
BRILLIANT!
Step 1: Try to access a known blocked board. Record reason for block.
Step 2: Install that catagory in windows 8 firewall blocker thingie in home comp.
Step 3: Try going to a few dozen boards, email self with boards that work.
Step 4: Try those boards at work. Find one or two with traffic that aren't blocked.
Step 5: Have someone to talk to.
Note: This isn't a flounce, I'm still going to do my writing here on account of two things...A) It's convenient, and I can just cut & paste it to Scrubgenius later, and B) Most of my writing is currently in LOBB, which is being written for Nigel & her daughter, and Nigel has this habit of, you know, actually being arsed to respond to me. I'm also writing it with LMNO and Stella and Cain in mind, of course.
Nor is this some rage-induced tantrum. Not angry, I've just faced facts. The odds of having an actual conversation here now approach zero. PD is now basically a text version of television, to be read, not interacted with, with the exception of about 5 people, all of whom are now too busy to talk. It's not the people here, it's the nature of the beast.
So it's time to find somewhere new, for general shooting the bull-type activity.
I think I am going to take an extended break from PD until after the next quarter.
See you guys in June.
Quote from: six to the quixotic on March 21, 2013, 09:47:52 PM
I think I am going to take an extended break from PD until after the next quarter.
See you guys in June.
Um, okay. Later.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 21, 2013, 09:15:20 PM
BRILLIANT!
Step 1: Try to access a known blocked board. Record reason for block.
Step 2: Install that catagory in windows 8 firewall blocker thingie in home comp.
Step 3: Try going to a few dozen boards, email self with boards that work.
Step 4: Try those boards at work. Find one or two with traffic that aren't blocked.
Step 5: Have someone to talk to.
:x :sad: :x :sad:
Quote from: six to the quixotic on March 21, 2013, 09:47:52 PM
I think I am going to take an extended break from PD until after the next quarter.
See you guys in June.
Have a good quarter. Don't let your brain asplode.
I've been "soft evicted" from my house. We were on a month to month lease and they just decided not to renew the lease for no given reason. They've never contacted us about any grievance and we're on good terms with all of our neighbors.
Since I'm not on the lease, there's not a lot I can do and the guy who is on the lease won't contest the 30 days even though he's lived her for 5 years and they legally have to give him 60 days. Meanwhile, I was only told about the lease situation a week after they got the notice.
Now, I doubt it was malicious, more like people are way too busy with school and work to keep tabs on this, but still, I'm pretty pissed off. But I'm not going to do anything to them. I'm going to let their own fucked up decisions and lack of concern for people that used to be their friends catch up with them whenever it catches up with them. Because I know it will, and it will have gained more inertia by the time it does.
I don't conceive of this in terms of neo-pagan karma, but more in the sense that when people keep fucking up and get no consequences for it, they tend to keep doing what they're doing until the other shoe drops.
But that's just what I can talk about. There's a lot that I can't explain right now out of respect for other people's privacy and legal issues. Sometimes I wish I'd get a rapidly progressing cancer that kills me in a week, or killed in a freak accident, or just keel over dead from a brain hemorrhage rather than deal with the nightmare my life has become.
Hell, I'd settle for painful descent into terminal illness or even being tortured to death by the CIA, but I'll have no such luck. I'm pretty sure I have The Curse of the Roger.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 21, 2013, 07:50:28 PM
Ostensibly, it's for a griddle. It will probably be the least-used burner on the stove.
The griddle in the middle has turned out to be the single most-used feature of our stove other than the left rear burner we keep the kettle on for tea. srs.
Got my copy of constructing reality in the mail yesterday. Time to understand small things.
Good luck :lol: Let me know if you need me to confuse you further.
My money issues are mostly cleared up. Roommate is getting back on her feet, slowly. Work is absolutely stupid. A co-worker and I are plotting our escape to Arizona. :P
I keep losing track of time and not realizing entire days have gone by, though. I'm still going to work and all that shit, I just have no concept of what day it is or how long it has been since the last time I did something like play Words With Friends, make a post here, or read a book.
Pretty much just work, sleep, sort out bullshit problems; repeat.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on March 22, 2013, 07:04:18 PM
A co-worker and I are plotting our escape to Arizona. :P
We have your place prepared.
That's slightly more ominous than perhaps intended.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 22, 2013, 08:21:20 PM
That's slightly more ominous than perhaps intended.
No, not really.
My intentions were pretty fucking ominous.
:lulz:
So I was just listening to an old-ish Brookes & Dunn song, Only in America, and it struck me that it was, in a ethnocentric kinda way, a collection of really good ideas. It was an appeal to what America SHOULD be. Immigrant-friendly. Level playing field. Everyone gets a chance. That sort of thing.
And it causes me to believe that Brookes & Dunn must live in some other universe, where a system like that could WORK, where a country could be all of these things, without having to shit all over other countries or selected segments of its own population. The video makes me particularly angry, not because they are espousing jingoism or other bad ideas - they aren't - but because WE COULD HAVE WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT, if only we could stop SHITTING ON PEOPLE.
Anyway, that's just something I was thinking about.
Video's here, if anyone wants to get PISSED OFF AT ACTUAL REALITY:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GN1iI-DaJNw
B&D, incidentally, made a career out of preaching tolerance, alongside Brad Paisley and a few others. Needless to say, they mostly sold records to the urban market sector. Not very big in Texas, for example.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 22, 2013, 08:41:44 PM
Video's here, if anyone wants to get PISSED OFF AT ACTUAL REALITY:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GN1iI-DaJNw
B&D, incidentally, made a career out of preaching tolerance, alongside Brad Paisley and a few others. Needless to say, they mostly sold records to the urban market sector. Not very big in Texas, for example.
:x :x :x :x :x
There was something inutterably depressing about that video. For me, the whole thing was summed up in the look of despair of the would-be actress right before he sang the line "Maybe they'll go back to Kansas and talk about the stars they would have been".
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 22, 2013, 08:51:27 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 22, 2013, 08:41:44 PM
Video's here, if anyone wants to get PISSED OFF AT ACTUAL REALITY:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GN1iI-DaJNw
B&D, incidentally, made a career out of preaching tolerance, alongside Brad Paisley and a few others. Needless to say, they mostly sold records to the urban market sector. Not very big in Texas, for example.
:x :x :x :x :x
There was something inutterably depressing about that video. For me, the whole thing was summed up in the look of despair of the would-be actress right before he sang the line "Maybe they'll go back to Kansas and talk about the stars they would have been".
It depressed the fuck out of me, too. Because it's all LIES.
Not malicious lies, but lies all the same.
So...
I got 5 hours of sleep last night.
My co-worker has turned up to work half an hour late, no reason given. She's vanished again, despite promising to meet again half an hour ago to look for the remaining missing students. And there are three of them.
And to top everything off, there's a burgeoning drug thread on PD. Again.
Boy, I am really feeling in a great mood right now.
Quote from: Cain on March 22, 2013, 11:03:46 PM
So...
I got 5 hours of sleep last night.
My co-worker has turned up to work half an hour late, no reason given. She's vanished again, despite promising to meet again half an hour ago to look for the remaining missing students. And there are three of them.
And to top everything off, there's a burgeoning drug thread on PD. Again.
Boy, I am really feeling in a great mood right now.
Shit on her pillow.
You'll feel better.
I'll be shitting on everyone's pillow. I don't think those prawns were properly cooked yesterday, either.
So my coworker has vanished entirely. With one of the overnight duty phones. She's also meant to cover for me, if I have to leave the building with a sick student, or there is a situation I cannot handle on my own.
This is amazing. And by amazing, I mean "fucking appalling".
Holy fuck. Doesn't anybody ever get the axe there?
Friend of the boss.
I've found her, incidentally. Fell asleep in some random corner of the building, didn't hear the phone ringing. Apparently.
Mmm-hmm. Yeah.
That blows goats.
Quote from: Cain on March 22, 2013, 11:16:53 PM
I'll be shitting on everyone's pillow. I don't think those prawns were properly cooked yesterday, either.
:horrormirth:
So, the abandoned railway tunnel I had designs on next apparently had a guy killed in it last Spring, and further reading seemed to indicate that this is not an unexpected event for the area.
My question is, should I get a concealed carry permit before I go, or just huevos it like I always do?
PERMIT.
All this talk of tunnels makes me want to attempt the Hoosac
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 23, 2013, 01:10:18 AM
So, the abandoned railway tunnel I had designs on next apparently had a guy killed in it last Spring, and further reading seemed to indicate that this is not an unexpected event for the area.
My question is, should I get a concealed carry permit before I go, or just huevos it like I always do?
Personal Army
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 23, 2013, 01:10:18 AM
So, the abandoned railway tunnel I had designs on next apparently had a guy killed in it last Spring, and further reading seemed to indicate that this is not an unexpected event for the area.
My question is, should I get a concealed carry permit before I go, or just huevos it like I always do?
I think you should get some friends to go with you. Shit can go South with no warning at all, and you have people that rely on you.
I don't like to have too many witnesses, and guns seem... well, unsporting. I guess my best bet is traveling solo.
It looks rapey to me, I wouldn't consider a gun unsporting.
I'd at least take a dog and some CS gas.
Quote from: stelz on March 23, 2013, 02:26:34 PM
It looks rapey to me, I wouldn't consider a gun unsporting.
I'd at least take a dog and some CS gas.
I have a very intimidating-looking (and ridiculously friendly) pit bull, but ever try to take a dog underground? They don't usually agree.
Rape is the last thing I'd anticipate out there, because rapists tend to hang out in places their odds are good, rather than in isolated abandoned desert railway tunnels.
Murder, on the other hand, seems to be a thing.
Although dude seems to have got killed over a fishing spot, and I won't be fishing.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 23, 2013, 02:36:39 PM
Quote from: stelz on March 23, 2013, 02:26:34 PM
It looks rapey to me, I wouldn't consider a gun unsporting.
I'd at least take a dog and some CS gas.
I have a very intimidating-looking (and ridiculously friendly) pit bull, but ever try to take a dog underground? They don't usually agree.
Rape is the last thing I'd anticipate out there, because rapists tend to hang out in places their odds are good, rather than in isolated abandoned desert railway tunnels.
Murder, on the other hand, seems to be a thing.
The surrounding area isn't full of nutjobs in faux-hobo camps? You might be OK then. I'd still prepare for the worst, though.
Quote from: stelz on March 23, 2013, 02:44:11 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 23, 2013, 02:36:39 PM
Quote from: stelz on March 23, 2013, 02:26:34 PM
It looks rapey to me, I wouldn't consider a gun unsporting.
I'd at least take a dog and some CS gas.
I have a very intimidating-looking (and ridiculously friendly) pit bull, but ever try to take a dog underground? They don't usually agree.
Rape is the last thing I'd anticipate out there, because rapists tend to hang out in places their odds are good, rather than in isolated abandoned desert railway tunnels.
Murder, on the other hand, seems to be a thing.
The surrounding area isn't full of nutjobs in faux-hobo camps? You might be OK then. I'd still prepare for the worst, though.
No, it's indian country.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 23, 2013, 02:57:49 PM
Quote from: stelz on March 23, 2013, 02:44:11 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 23, 2013, 02:36:39 PM
Quote from: stelz on March 23, 2013, 02:26:34 PM
It looks rapey to me, I wouldn't consider a gun unsporting.
I'd at least take a dog and some CS gas.
I have a very intimidating-looking (and ridiculously friendly) pit bull, but ever try to take a dog underground? They don't usually agree.
Rape is the last thing I'd anticipate out there, because rapists tend to hang out in places their odds are good, rather than in isolated abandoned desert railway tunnels.
Murder, on the other hand, seems to be a thing.
The surrounding area isn't full of nutjobs in faux-hobo camps? You might be OK then. I'd still prepare for the worst, though.
No, it's indian country.
That's encouraging. Keeps a lot of the wackos out, I'm guessing. :)
Quote from: stelz on March 23, 2013, 03:03:22 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 23, 2013, 02:57:49 PM
Quote from: stelz on March 23, 2013, 02:44:11 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 23, 2013, 02:36:39 PM
Quote from: stelz on March 23, 2013, 02:26:34 PM
It looks rapey to me, I wouldn't consider a gun unsporting.
I'd at least take a dog and some CS gas.
I have a very intimidating-looking (and ridiculously friendly) pit bull, but ever try to take a dog underground? They don't usually agree.
Rape is the last thing I'd anticipate out there, because rapists tend to hang out in places their odds are good, rather than in isolated abandoned desert railway tunnels.
Murder, on the other hand, seems to be a thing.
The surrounding area isn't full of nutjobs in faux-hobo camps? You might be OK then. I'd still prepare for the worst, though.
No, it's indian country.
That's encouraging. Keeps a lot of the wackos out, I'm guessing. :)
Welllll that's debatable. Nobody really seems to know what the deal was with the fisherman from Seattle getting killed last year. Two indians were charged with his murder, but, well, of course they were. This is Oregon, and they're indians.
Does this mean the site is on....an ancient Indian burial ground?
*ominous crash of thunder in the background*
Quote from: Cain on March 23, 2013, 03:13:41 PM
Does this mean the site is on....an ancient Indian burial ground?
*ominous crash of thunder in the background*
:lulz:
There is supposedly a burial site nearby.
This brings up something that I didn't know was a trope, but IT TOTALLY IS.
It goes like this:
Location was once a popular local gathering spot. It was a hip and happening spot with amenities, and once included a popular dance hall, which burned to the ground.
I swear to god. You find an abandoned [fill in the blank], lake, tunnel, island, whatever, and I am telling you, it once sported a popular dance hall, which burned to the ground.
I dare you to find a historical dance hall which has not burned to the ground.
TO THE GROUND. EVERY FUCKING TIME.
We have a few here, but I think they only go back to the 1940's. :lulz:
Google certainly bought back a few thousand results. Well, 9 million actually, but factoring in search engine derpitude...a few thousand.
Also, I've just been gaming, since it is snowing outside. We won. Yay. I sniped and stuff and we had one player who was AFK and I took up it the butt from several different directions at once and the whole thing took 30 minutes. It was fucking awful.
Quote from: stelz on March 23, 2013, 03:29:09 PM
We have a few here, but I think they only go back to the 1940's. :lulz:
Could be Law of Fives, but the other day we pulled up to one of those white historical markers and it mentioned a dance hall, and I said "burned to the ground" and he was all "What? It doesn't say that!" and then a minute later he got to the end and said "Oh." and I said "What?" and he said "burned to the ground" and I said "I KNOW, RIGHT???".
The plaque does mention that the liquor was rescued by patrons before the building was destroyed by the fire.
Quote from: Cain on March 23, 2013, 03:53:25 PM
Google certainly bought back a few thousand results. Well, 9 million actually, but factoring in search engine derpitude...a few thousand.
Also, I've just been gaming, since it is snowing outside. We won. Yay. I sniped and stuff and we had one player who was AFK and I took up it the butt from several different directions at once and the whole thing took 30 minutes. It was fucking awful.
9 million dance halls that burned to the ground?
My favorites are the ones that burn to the ground, and are rebuilt, and then burn to the ground again.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 23, 2013, 03:54:36 PM
Quote from: stelz on March 23, 2013, 03:29:09 PM
We have a few here, but I think they only go back to the 1940's. :lulz:
Could be Law of Fives, but the other day we pulled up to one of those white historical markers and it mentioned a dance hall, and I said "burned to the ground" and he was all "What? It doesn't say that!" and then a minute later he got to the end and said "Oh." and I said "What?" and he said "burned to the ground" and I said "I KNOW, RIGHT???".
The plaque does mention that the liquor was rescued by patrons before the building was destroyed by the fire.
Maybe it's because people in dance halls are SINNING and DRINKING and RUBBING UP ON EACH OTHER.
You know, like when you're watching "Niagra" for the first time and you know Marilyn Monroe's character is going to die because she's stepping out on her psycho husband. Hays Code for historical markers.
:horrormirth: :horrormirth: :horrormirth:
It's because when dance halls were popular, America did not have building code regulations.
Everything was made of wood, and people were storing lots of alcohol there and smoking.
Essay intro done.
Now I actually have to research and shit. Fuck.
Quote from: Cain on March 23, 2013, 05:05:51 PM
It's because when dance halls were popular, America did not have building code regulations.
Everything was made of wood, and people were storing lots of alcohol there and smoking.
STOP
WITH YOUR LOGIC AND YOUR SENSE-MAKING!
That's basically it. But I still love how many American historic locations include the line "This was also the location of a popular dance hall at the turn of the century, but it burned to the ground in 19__".
Always TO THE GROUND. It's never, ever "damaged by fire", like the historic homes. When a dance hall burns, it BURNS TO THE GROUND.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 23, 2013, 05:34:34 PM
That's basically it. But I still love how many American historic locations include the line "This was also the location of a popular dance hall at the turn of the century, but it burned to the ground in 19__".
Always TO THE GROUND. It's never, ever "damaged by fire", like the historic homes. When a dance hall burns, it BURNS TO THE GROUND.
The Charleston just has that kind of power.
I was actually joking. I have no idea what caused them. I thought alcohol was banned around that time.
Quote from: Cain on March 23, 2013, 05:53:33 PM
I was actually joking. I have no idea what caused them. I thought alcohol was banned around that time.
:lulz: I think you're onto something, though.
Found a pic of the building and it looks like it was a beauty:
http://www.milwaukierules.com/featured/elk-rock-island-2
My favorite quote from that article:
QuoteDespite the fire, various reports show the site continuing to be used, apparently with tents or temporary structures, until two years later the War Department closed it down as a "rendezvous for persons of doubtful moral character and menace to soldiers" — see http://pdxtales.tumblr.com/post/11090889740/friars-club-closed-april-9th-1918-in-which
:lulz:
I think they meant "officers".
My dad just showed up and told theeeeee most boring, drawn-out, detailed story about how a medication he was taking gave him back pain. At the end of the story, somehow he managed to bring it around to his prostate.
Old people. :horrormirth:
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 23, 2013, 08:28:13 PM
My dad just showed up and told theeeeee most boring, drawn-out, detailed story about how a medication he was taking gave him back pain. At the end of the story, somehow he managed to bring it around to his prostate.
Old people. :horrormirth:
I feel for you about the story, but I have to admit, I :lulz: ed.
I was discussing visitation hours and changing the schedule with the ex last night. He said he was sure we could manage it without going to mediation (this raises a red fucking flag to me, but I let it go), and re: his taking whole weekends off and my being NOT OKAY with that, he let slip that the weekend of Monkey's birthday, when he was supposed to be in Vegas on a work thing, he had taken the weekend off to celebrate his birthday at a bar.
Motherfucker, I knew he was a liar. I will fucking end him, see if I fucking don't.
/vitriolic vindication
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on March 23, 2013, 11:45:20 PM
I was discussing visitation hours and changing the schedule with the ex last night. He said he was sure we could manage it without going to mediation (this raises a red fucking flag to me, but I let it go), and re: his taking whole weekends off and my being NOT OKAY with that, he let slip that the weekend of Monkey's birthday, when he was supposed to be in Vegas on a work thing, he had taken the weekend off to celebrate his birthday at a bar.
Motherfucker, I knew he was a liar. I will fucking end him, see if I fucking don't.
/vitriolic vindication
Yeeeah, it sounds like it needs to go to mediation.
Yeah, pretty much. I was even like, "Hey, you've been taking a lot of weekends off, maybe we should change it up so you get a weekend off a month, and the other weekends you can watch him Sundays overnights to make up for it." He still didn't want to do it, which I found odd, because he was bitching at me a couple months ago (back in Jan I think) about how he never has any weekends off to do what he wants. :?
Gonna be making a trip downtown this week I think.
Nigel, the probability of trouble in the tunnel is low. But should the low probability happen, you'd should be equipped with a solid pair of shoes and a device that incapacitates at least one or two people. Also, have fun.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 24, 2013, 01:00:01 AM
Nigel, the probability of trouble in the tunnel is low. But should the low probability happen, you'd should be equipped with a solid pair of shoes and a device that incapacitates at least one or two people. Also, have fun.
So, Timberlands and a gun.
Check!
Shit.
It was all looking like it was going to be a quiet night. Now I have a case of attempted and actual breaking and entering, verbal and possibly physical relationship abuse, theft and gambling.
Time for a coffee and to fire up the email server.
Your school sounds like a very unpleasant place in general, Cain.
If we got rid of five or so students, my job would be much, much easier.
With what you've said of your bosses, I think the right thing to say here is "Good luck with that.' :(
My wisdom teeth are fucking GONE.
:noodledance:
I've got some drugs to keep the bad away and then, once I am healed, I am going to do something I haven't been able to do in years: get SERIOUSLY fucked up alcohol. Hangovers are one thing, weeklong oral inflammation is another.
Quote from: Alty on March 24, 2013, 02:38:33 AM
My wisdom teeth are fucking GONE.
:noodledance:
I've got some drugs to keep the bad away and then, once I am healed, I am going to do something I haven't been able to do in years: get SERIOUSLY fucked up alcohol. Hangovers are one thing, weeklong oral inflammation is another.
WOOHOOOOO!!!
I am so excited! When I went to the store today they had smelt in the fish section! I haven't had smelt in I don't know how many years... since I was a little kid. When I was small, the smelt runs were huge, and all we had to do was just wade out into the water with a net and we'd have buckets of them in a couple minutes. Literally. We'd spend just long enough dipping in the Sandy to get good and fucking cold, and then we'd go back to the house and have a smelt fry. Only we didn't call them smelt, we called them hooligan. A hooligan fry.
But in the 1980's the smelt runs started to decline, and eventually they were put on the Endangered Species list. No more dipping for hooligan in Oregon or Washington. :( The runs were thin all the way up to Canada, but they are apparently making a comeback and they're allowing commercial smelt fishing in Canada.
So, I was in the store and there were smelt, from Canada. I just fried up a big batch of hooligan and fed this quintessential Oregon food to my children for the first time in their lives. They don't really seem to appreciate it that much, but I do. I wish I could take them dipping so they would have that memory, as third-generation Oregonians, but it will probably be many years before Oregon opens up the rivers for dipping again.
Quote from: Cain on March 24, 2013, 02:19:56 AM
If we got rid of five or so students, my job would be much, much easier.
Maybe you can tie them up in a sack and throw them in a river when no-one's looking.
Today was a complete and utter clusterfuck, from start to finish. There are a dozen stories of stupid I could tell, including the new woman lying to me twice and then telling me that she "doesn't do manual labor". HILARITY! She hired on to a job she won't actually do. AHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!
Anyway. Yes. Fun times. Instead of ranting, I'm going to curl up with my crochet and a Pepsi and listen to the rain.
And in a day or so, in the fullness of time . . . there will BE A RANT.
Took a week away from the internet to clear my head. May have overcleared. Dislodged another piece of my shitty childhood to chew on. Maybe someday I'll have the whole picture.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 24, 2013, 03:41:31 AM
I am so excited! When I went to the store today they had smelt in the fish section! I haven't had smelt in I don't know how many years... since I was a little kid. When I was small, the smelt runs were huge, and all we had to do was just wade out into the water with a net and we'd have buckets of them in a couple minutes. Literally. We'd spend just long enough dipping in the Sandy to get good and fucking cold, and then we'd go back to the house and have a smelt fry. Only we didn't call them smelt, we called them hooligan. A hooligan fry.
But in the 1980's the smelt runs started to decline, and eventually they were put on the Endangered Species list. No more dipping for hooligan in Oregon or Washington. :( The runs were thin all the way up to Canada, but they are apparently making a comeback and they're allowing commercial smelt fishing in Canada.
So, I was in the store and there were smelt, from Canada. I just fried up a big batch of hooligan and fed this quintessential Oregon food to my children for the first time in their lives. They don't really seem to appreciate it that much, but I do. I wish I could take them dipping so they would have that memory, as third-generation Oregonians, but it will probably be many years before Oregon opens up the rivers for dipping again.
I LOVE SMELT!
The runs in Maine are still pretty healthy, I used to get them fresh as fuck when I lived out there. Pan-fried with a little lemon herb butter or remoulade. So good.
I had no idea they were endangered in PNW. Love those fucking bastards. First had them in Greece with lemon and capers and glasses of retsina... When I was 12. I think that was my first real "foodie" hedonistic experience. Ah. Memories. Now I want smelt, and wine that tastes like pine sap.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 24, 2013, 03:42:09 AM
Quote from: Cain on March 24, 2013, 02:19:56 AM
If we got rid of five or so students, my job would be much, much easier.
Maybe you can tie them up in a sack and throw them in a river when no-one's looking.
The temptation is strong, believe me.
In fact the only reason I don't is the whole "parents rich enough to hire Blackwater to break my kneecaps" thing, and even then I think "well, kneecaps do sorta heal. Eventually."
Quote from: Cain on March 24, 2013, 12:49:39 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 24, 2013, 03:42:09 AM
Quote from: Cain on March 24, 2013, 02:19:56 AM
If we got rid of five or so students, my job would be much, much easier.
Maybe you can tie them up in a sack and throw them in a river when no-one's looking.
The temptation is strong, believe me.
In fact the only reason I don't is the whole "parents rich enough to hire Blackwater to break my kneecaps" thing, and even then I think "well, kneecaps do sorta heal. Eventually."
:horrormirth:
Quote from: Jez on March 24, 2013, 06:35:09 AM
Took a week away from the internet to clear my head. May have overcleared. Dislodged another piece of my shitty childhood to chew on. Maybe someday I'll have the whole picture.
It's amazing what all can come out when you work on it long enough.
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 24, 2013, 07:25:53 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 24, 2013, 03:41:31 AM
I am so excited! When I went to the store today they had smelt in the fish section! I haven't had smelt in I don't know how many years... since I was a little kid. When I was small, the smelt runs were huge, and all we had to do was just wade out into the water with a net and we'd have buckets of them in a couple minutes. Literally. We'd spend just long enough dipping in the Sandy to get good and fucking cold, and then we'd go back to the house and have a smelt fry. Only we didn't call them smelt, we called them hooligan. A hooligan fry.
But in the 1980's the smelt runs started to decline, and eventually they were put on the Endangered Species list. No more dipping for hooligan in Oregon or Washington. :( The runs were thin all the way up to Canada, but they are apparently making a comeback and they're allowing commercial smelt fishing in Canada.
So, I was in the store and there were smelt, from Canada. I just fried up a big batch of hooligan and fed this quintessential Oregon food to my children for the first time in their lives. They don't really seem to appreciate it that much, but I do. I wish I could take them dipping so they would have that memory, as third-generation Oregonians, but it will probably be many years before Oregon opens up the rivers for dipping again.
I LOVE SMELT!
The runs in Maine are still pretty healthy, I used to get them fresh as fuck when I lived out there. Pan-fried with a little lemon herb butter or remoulade. So good.
They're TASTY little guys! God I love them. I served them with a sour cream horseradish sauce last night and they were soooo good.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 24, 2013, 12:46:22 PM
I had no idea they were endangered in PNW. Love those fucking bastards. First had them in Greece with lemon and capers and glasses of retsina... When I was 12. I think that was my first real "foodie" hedonistic experience. Ah. Memories. Now I want smelt, and wine that tastes like pine sap.
Isn't it funny how a simple meal can so strongly evoke an experience from childhood?
Quote from: Cain on March 24, 2013, 02:19:56 AM
If we got rid of five or so students, my job would be much, much easier.
How black /white and non-questionable is the expulsion policy?
Quote from: Richter on March 24, 2013, 04:39:49 PM
Quote from: Cain on March 24, 2013, 02:19:56 AM
If we got rid of five or so students, my job would be much, much easier.
How black /white and non-questionable is the expulsion policy?
We work on the basis of a warnings level system. So you do something wrong, you're moved to the first level, you continue to do it wrong you go to the next level etc. Different members of staff are responsible for different levels, for instance I am responsible for the first two levels of discipline.
If someone does something severe enough, they can be moved up the warning level system faster, so, for instance, threatening someone can instantly move you up to the third level of warnings.
Unfortunately, the warnings can expire, but in practice that is up to the member of staff in question, and I ensure my warnings never expire.
As for black lines, the only major ones for the accomodation are drugs on the premises and violence, both of which will earn immediate expulsion. The school has those and a couple extra, such as non-attendance of classes, in line with the UKBA policy on student visas.
At the moment, all the students in question are at a level where I am no longer responsible for disciplinary procedures against them. So they're in the process of being removed, at least.
Quote from: Cain on March 24, 2013, 06:21:26 PM
Quote from: Richter on March 24, 2013, 04:39:49 PM
Quote from: Cain on March 24, 2013, 02:19:56 AM
If we got rid of five or so students, my job would be much, much easier.
How black /white and non-questionable is the expulsion policy?
We work on the basis of a warnings level system. So you do something wrong, you're moved to the first level, you continue to do it wrong you go to the next level etc. Different members of staff are responsible for different levels, for instance I am responsible for the first two levels of discipline.
If someone does something severe enough, they can be moved up the warning level system faster, so, for instance, threatening someone can instantly move you up to the third level of warnings.
Unfortunately, the warnings can expire, but in practice that is up to the member of staff in question, and I ensure my warnings never expire.
As for black lines, the only major ones for the accomodation are drugs on the premises and violence, both of which will earn immediate expulsion. The school has those and a couple extra, such as non-attendance of classes, in line with the UKBA policy on student visas.
At the moment, all the students in question are at a level where I am no longer responsible for disciplinary procedures against them. So they're in the process of being removed, at least.
I see, and engineering anything on levels beyond your direct control would potentially be more trouble than it's worth.
I, for one, would LOVE to see Cain pull a Batman Gambit on one of these kids.
Anything I say will pretty much be trusted because I'm a member of staff and there are no ways for a student to appeal, except with the whole "my word against yours" thing.
The problem is that the process stalls above my stage, because the financial considerations can put pressure on the decision-makers. So essentially, all I need to do is get them to the stage where they are no longer my problem from a disciplinary angle, and then just pass a steady stream of information upstream until there is sufficient reason to remove them.
I mean, yes, it would be easier to just plant a bag of weed in the hidden partition in their room and "find" it during the room check, but since we don't control the building, that would mean likely police involvement. Which is always unpleasant.
I'm guessing that arranging that would be too much risk for the result, not to mention compromising your own position.
More LOBB today. Not sure what time.
:banana:
So the first week of my marriage was really hard. Not sure why just yet, bad timing of the seasons perhaps.
We've had some troubles since, uh, Alty-Wife-Bot-9000, left her job. But we haven't come close to starving or being evicted so, you know, I'm cool.
But it may be for the best that this week has been pretty rough, marriage isn't about being easy, right? There will be the hard times, best not get caught up in that Honeymoon mentality.
SPEAKING OF WHICH:
This guy will be in the WA/OR area from about July 11-31st.
PPPPAAAARRRRRTTTYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Quote from: Alty on March 25, 2013, 03:52:14 PM
So the first week of my marriage was really hard. Not sure why just yet, bad timing of the seasons perhaps.
We've had some troubles since, uh, Alty-Wife-Bot-9000, left her job. But we haven't come close to starving or being evicted so, you know, I'm cool.
But it may be for the best that this week has been pretty rough, marriage isn't about being easy, right? There will be the hard times, best not get caught up in that Honeymoon mentality.
SPEAKING OF WHICH:
This guy will be in the WA/OR area from about July 11-31st.
PPPPAAAARRRRRTTTYYYYYYYYYYYY!
If marriage was easy, nobody would ever get divorced.
Trick is, communicate...But remember that words that come OUT of your mouth can't go back IN, so it's really, really important to consider which words come flying out of your pie-hole.
Why do people like opiates so much? I've been a zombie for days, I wanna get out and TEAR SHIT APART, not lay around and drool over Carl Sagan's Cosmos.
Quote from: Alty on March 25, 2013, 03:54:39 PM
Why do people like opiates so much? I've been a zombie for days, I wanna get out and TEAR SHIT APART, not lay around and drool over Carl Sagan's Cosmos.
Tear shit apart while fucked up. It's always worked for me.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 25, 2013, 03:53:56 PM
Quote from: Alty on March 25, 2013, 03:52:14 PM
So the first week of my marriage was really hard. Not sure why just yet, bad timing of the seasons perhaps.
We've had some troubles since, uh, Alty-Wife-Bot-9000, left her job. But we haven't come close to starving or being evicted so, you know, I'm cool.
But it may be for the best that this week has been pretty rough, marriage isn't about being easy, right? There will be the hard times, best not get caught up in that Honeymoon mentality.
SPEAKING OF WHICH:
This guy will be in the WA/OR area from about July 11-31st.
PPPPAAAARRRRRTTTYYYYYYYYYYYY!
If marriage was easy, nobody would ever get divorced.
Trick is, communicate...But remember that words that come OUT of your mouth can't go back IN, so it's really, really important to consider which words come flying out of your pie-hole.
That is good advice. I've been exerting much control.
It's funny how badly I want to hold a grudge now, way more than before. But I am letting go of that shit too. It will be interesting to see how my brain develops with this new kind of stimulus.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 25, 2013, 03:56:06 PM
Quote from: Alty on March 25, 2013, 03:54:39 PM
Why do people like opiates so much? I've been a zombie for days, I wanna get out and TEAR SHIT APART, not lay around and drool over Carl Sagan's Cosmos.
Tear shit apart while fucked up. It's always worked for me.
Hmmm..Perhaps a trip to my local legislators office is in order.
Quote from: Alty on March 25, 2013, 03:56:20 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 25, 2013, 03:53:56 PM
Quote from: Alty on March 25, 2013, 03:52:14 PM
So the first week of my marriage was really hard. Not sure why just yet, bad timing of the seasons perhaps.
We've had some troubles since, uh, Alty-Wife-Bot-9000, left her job. But we haven't come close to starving or being evicted so, you know, I'm cool.
But it may be for the best that this week has been pretty rough, marriage isn't about being easy, right? There will be the hard times, best not get caught up in that Honeymoon mentality.
SPEAKING OF WHICH:
This guy will be in the WA/OR area from about July 11-31st.
PPPPAAAARRRRRTTTYYYYYYYYYYYY!
If marriage was easy, nobody would ever get divorced.
Trick is, communicate...But remember that words that come OUT of your mouth can't go back IN, so it's really, really important to consider which words come flying out of your pie-hole.
That is good advice. I've been exerting much control.
It's funny how badly I want to hold a grudge now, way more than before. But I am letting go of that shit too. It will be interesting to see how my brain develops with this new kind of stimulus.
I find that the best possible thing I can do is, before my big fat mouth opens, to ask "Am I attempting to communicate, or am I attempting to score a point?"
If it's the former, go ahead. If it's the latter, SHUT UP. Because in a marriage, the points scored by both sides are actually tallied together, like so:
1. Add spouses' scores together. This goes in the "misery column".
2. Compare misery column to win column, since nobody actually wins, the score looks like this:
Misery X (X being the total of the two spouses' scores)
Happy people 0
It's a negative sum game. Everyone loses when a win is attempted in this manner.
Possible (actual) wins:
1. Weasel sex.
2. Go take a walk together.
3. Go, together, and fuck with someone who desperately needs it.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 25, 2013, 04:00:55 PM
Quote from: Alty on March 25, 2013, 03:56:20 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 25, 2013, 03:53:56 PM
Quote from: Alty on March 25, 2013, 03:52:14 PM
So the first week of my marriage was really hard. Not sure why just yet, bad timing of the seasons perhaps.
We've had some troubles since, uh, Alty-Wife-Bot-9000, left her job. But we haven't come close to starving or being evicted so, you know, I'm cool.
But it may be for the best that this week has been pretty rough, marriage isn't about being easy, right? There will be the hard times, best not get caught up in that Honeymoon mentality.
SPEAKING OF WHICH:
This guy will be in the WA/OR area from about July 11-31st.
PPPPAAAARRRRRTTTYYYYYYYYYYYY!
If marriage was easy, nobody would ever get divorced.
Trick is, communicate...But remember that words that come OUT of your mouth can't go back IN, so it's really, really important to consider which words come flying out of your pie-hole.
That is good advice. I've been exerting much control.
It's funny how badly I want to hold a grudge now, way more than before. But I am letting go of that shit too. It will be interesting to see how my brain develops with this new kind of stimulus.
I find that the best possible thing I can do is, before my big fat mouth opens, to ask "Am I attempting to communicate, or am I attempting to score a point?"
If it's the former, go ahead. If it's the latter, SHUT UP. Because in a marriage, the points scored by both sides are actually tallied together, like so:
1. Add spouses' scores together. This goes in the "misery column".
2. Compare misery column to win column, since nobody actually wins, the score looks like this:
Misery X (X being the total of the two spouses' scores)
Happy people 0
It's a negative sum game. Everyone loses when a win is attempted in this manner.
Possible (actual) wins:
1. Weasel sex.
2. Go take a walk together.
3. Go, together, and fuck with someone who desperately needs it.
I shall tape this somewhere in my home and bear it in mind when the rages come and go.
Quote from: Alty on March 25, 2013, 03:52:14 PM
So the first week of my marriage was really hard. Not sure why just yet, bad timing of the seasons perhaps.
We've had some troubles since, uh, Alty-Wife-Bot-9000, left her job. But we haven't come close to starving or being evicted so, you know, I'm cool.
But it may be for the best that this week has been pretty rough, marriage isn't about being easy, right? There will be the hard times, best not get caught up in that Honeymoon mentality.
SPEAKING OF WHICH:
This guy will be in the WA/OR area from about July 11-31st.
PPPPAAAARRRRRTTTYYYYYYYYYYYY!
WHOOOHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 25, 2013, 04:10:16 PM
Quote from: Alty on March 25, 2013, 03:52:14 PM
So the first week of my marriage was really hard. Not sure why just yet, bad timing of the seasons perhaps.
We've had some troubles since, uh, Alty-Wife-Bot-9000, left her job. But we haven't come close to starving or being evicted so, you know, I'm cool.
But it may be for the best that this week has been pretty rough, marriage isn't about being easy, right? There will be the hard times, best not get caught up in that Honeymoon mentality.
SPEAKING OF WHICH:
This guy will be in the WA/OR area from about July 11-31st.
PPPPAAAARRRRRTTTYYYYYYYYYYYY!
WHOOOHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
WHOOOHOOOOOOOO!!! indeed!
So far, we are planning to camp a lot in the general area, explore and such. My hope is to meander between that and hunting down random Pac. Nw dive bars. But stops in Seattle and Portland are definitely in store.
And now that my teeth have been fixed I will be able to get properly drunk, not just play around like the last time I was down there.
I intend to prepare my meager frame to deal with the onslaught that will undoubtedly be drinking with ECH.
I wonder if I can get EOT to road trip up to Seattle with me so we can all go out? Because that would be EPIC.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 25, 2013, 04:51:46 PM
I wonder if I can get EOT to road trip up to Seattle with me so we can all go out? Because that would be EPIC.
YES.
Six chapters today.
Mostly to make up for the fact that I'll be lucky to finish even one tomorrow.
Never had dried cherries before today. My tastes buds jizzed themselves.
Well, I have to say, I had NO idea when I started LOBB that it would turn into such a monster.
I can't ever remember having this much fun writing.
I'm looking forward to catching up on that story. I just haven't had time, but I do now that I'm on spring break!
The next person I barely know who asks me invasive personal questions is gonna get it in the face. Seriously. Quasi-related by marriage does not give anyone the right to ask a person about aspects of their personal life. Sheesh.
Quote from: Juana Go? on March 25, 2013, 09:53:55 PM
I'm looking forward to catching up on that story. I just haven't had time, but I do now that I'm on spring break!
You're gonna LOVE Dog. My favorite "character" so far.
Best character theoretically possible under current objective scientific models for quantifying such things?
I have a stupid neurologist. He took a look at me and after 10 minutes, concluded the following:
1. I have fibromyalgia
2. My ADD meds are bullshit.
3. My son's ADHD meds are bullshit.
4. e-cigarettes and my ADD meds are causing my symptoms.
5. It might be a neck injury
AFTER he said all this, he ordered an EMG, a cervical x-ray and a EEG.
He did NOT check my plantar reflexes.
He did not check MY GI function or order tests for pernicious anemia incl an occult sample (ew! but necessary to R/O anemia secondary to a GI bleed)
He basically spoke to me like I am the fucking idiot and did not want to hear my thoughts on the matter. At all. He scoffed when I used the correct medical terminology for certain things...like muscle fasiculation and said I have no Hx of cardiovascular disorder.
His nurse told me that when she was raised, parents weren't afraid to use discipline and that if she didn't do her schoolwork or fidgeted, she had to go bring her Mamma a switch but that these days, lazy parents just want to load themselves and their kids up on drugs.
*HATE*
And to add to the slapstick hilarity, I HAD TO EXPLAIN THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ADDERALL AND DEXTROAMPHETAMINE TO HER. She kept INSISTING they were the same drug. She was not aware that ADDERALL is a combination of right-handed isomer (dextro) amphetamines and left-handed amphetamine salts while DEXTRO is just the right-handed isomer and is more immediately bioavailable as a dopamine and norepinephrine agonist.
(Remember your six "rights," bitch? Right drug, Right dose, Right, pt, Right time, Right route and RIGHT DOCUMENTATION). Cunt.
The fucked up thing is: I DIDN'T EVEN GO IN THERE FOR PAIN. Tremor. Memory loss, Fatigue. PSYCHOTICALLY EXTREME EPISODES OF INSOMNIA. Loss of motor control in one hand. Fasiculations bilaterally. Confusion. ALL STUFF CONGRUENT WITH PARKINSON'S, ANEMIA, MS OR AXONAL DEMYELINIZATION.
Fuck you, dumb nurse.
Fuck you, condescending neurologist.
Now, they're looking to "prove" fibromyalgia instead of FINDING OUT WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME. And I get to pay for it.
Quick, someone get me a bear head to kick down the street.
Navkat:
Chew on the doctor's head.
Kick the eggs out of the nurse.
Wear one of their faces as a hat.
Also, you are doing the 2nd year med student thing. Diagnosing yourself with horrible illnesses.
Odds are, those issues are in fact stress related. I am a pile of physiological stress symptoms.
Not saying that IS the case, just saying it's more likely than Parkinson's. After all, you sort of have a stressful life.
If it hadn't been going on and getting progressively worse over the last 4 years, I'd continue to ignore it. Stress is exactly what it sounded like until I started mixing up words and getting confused about places and sequence of events.
Either way, Fibromyalgia is a catch-all diagnosis, usually reserved for a small percentage of genuinely sick patients who have exhausted everything else and an overwhelming percentage of patients who have exhausted every other excuse to get diluadid.
I want to EAT PEOPLE.
Quote from: navkat: navkat of...navkat! on March 25, 2013, 11:55:12 PM
If it hadn't been going on and getting progressively worse over the last 4 years, I'd continue to ignore it. Stress is exactly what it sounded like until I started mixing up words and getting confused about places and sequence of events.
Happens to me all the time. Plus numbness of extremities, the whole works. They even checked me for MS.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 25, 2013, 11:59:40 PM
Quote from: navkat: navkat of...navkat! on March 25, 2013, 11:55:12 PM
If it hadn't been going on and getting progressively worse over the last 4 years, I'd continue to ignore it. Stress is exactly what it sounded like until I started mixing up words and getting confused about places and sequence of events.
Happens to me all the time. Plus numbness of extremities, the whole works. They even checked me for MS.
This is what comes of not kicking enough heads down streets. :(
Quote from: navkat: navkat of...navkat! on March 26, 2013, 12:05:41 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 25, 2013, 11:59:40 PM
Quote from: navkat: navkat of...navkat! on March 25, 2013, 11:55:12 PM
If it hadn't been going on and getting progressively worse over the last 4 years, I'd continue to ignore it. Stress is exactly what it sounded like until I started mixing up words and getting confused about places and sequence of events.
Happens to me all the time. Plus numbness of extremities, the whole works. They even checked me for MS.
This is what comes of not kicking enough heads down streets. :(
Yes, I'd be better off if I still thumped on people a lot. I always felt better when I did that.
I could never bring myself to do it. I just curl up like a roly-poly and roll myself awaaaaaayyyy...
These pills are supposed to calm me, but all I feel is steadily growing fury.
There's all kinds of reasons, but I won't trouble you good people with then.
Suffice it to say, I absolutely HATE depending on other people for anything because they invariably fuck my shit up.
Quote from: Alty on March 26, 2013, 12:24:56 AM
These pills are supposed to calm me, but all I feel is steadily growing furry.
That should fix you right up.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 25, 2013, 04:51:46 PM
I wonder if I can get EOT to road trip up to Seattle with me so we can all go out? Because that would be EPIC.
That would be fucking AMAZING. Truth be told, I'm a little out of practice these days so I'll have to remember to limber up the ol' liver a bit beforehand.
Quote from: navkat: navkat of...navkat! on March 25, 2013, 11:55:12 PM
If it hadn't been going on and getting progressively worse over the last 4 years, I'd continue to ignore it. Stress is exactly what it sounded like until I started mixing up words and getting confused about places and sequence of events.
Either way, Fibromyalgia is a catch-all diagnosis, usually reserved for a small percentage of genuinely sick patients who have exhausted everything else and an overwhelming percentage of patients who have exhausted every other excuse to get diluadid.
I want to EAT PEOPLE.
Yeah I thought that was the last thing they'd diagnose, diagnosis of exclusion, like IBS.
If it were sudden, around here they'd test you for Lyme's.
Thirding the "fibromyalgia is a weird first diagnosis" sentiment, although I don't have anywhere near enough training to have a qualified opinion. Can you fire that neurologist and get a better one?
Oddly enough, I'm better off at my single-payer, soshulized VA doctor for this shit. If THEY fuck the pooch, at least everyone there agrees I've earned my right to complain and make them do it right.
My toilet thought it'd be a good idea to have a poop fountain party while I was gone. -.-
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 26, 2013, 01:19:29 AM
My toilet thought it'd be a good idea to have a poop fountain party while I was gone. -.-
Gah! Septic tank or sewer?
Onto the most baffling of my "symptoms."
navkat is drinking. That means it's time for http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eotbo-DsPTo
Nine years, my brain has been doing this to me. NINE YEARS. Every third or so time I get my drink on, I get The Reflex on repeat.
Diagnose THAT.
Quote from the TV show my wife is watching:
"He got a bullet in the forehead, execution-style."
Apparently, the retard mafia isn't taking prisoners today.
I can't fucking stand it.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 01:23:29 AM
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 26, 2013, 01:23:02 AM
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on March 26, 2013, 01:21:32 AM
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 26, 2013, 01:19:29 AM
My toilet thought it'd be a good idea to have a poop fountain party while I was gone. -.-
Gah! Septic tank or sewer?
Septic tank.
POOP EVERYWHERE
When's the last time you had it emptied?
No idea. the landlord is supposed to handle all that. I've only lived here for three years.
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 26, 2013, 01:32:46 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 01:23:29 AM
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 26, 2013, 01:23:02 AM
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on March 26, 2013, 01:21:32 AM
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 26, 2013, 01:19:29 AM
My toilet thought it'd be a good idea to have a poop fountain party while I was gone. -.-
Gah! Septic tank or sewer?
Septic tank.
POOP EVERYWHERE
When's the last time you had it emptied?
No idea. the landlord is supposed to handle all that. I've only lived here for three years.
That's a lot of poop.
Quote from: navkat: navkat of...navkat! on March 26, 2013, 12:29:48 AM
Quote from: Alty on March 26, 2013, 12:24:56 AM
These pills are supposed to calm me, but all I feel is steadily growing furry.
That should fix you right up.
:rogpipe:
Can someone shoop a pipe onto that badger's face for me, please?
Quote from: navkat: navkat of...navkat! on March 26, 2013, 12:05:41 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 25, 2013, 11:59:40 PM
Quote from: navkat: navkat of...navkat! on March 25, 2013, 11:55:12 PM
If it hadn't been going on and getting progressively worse over the last 4 years, I'd continue to ignore it. Stress is exactly what it sounded like until I started mixing up words and getting confused about places and sequence of events.
Happens to me all the time. Plus numbness of extremities, the whole works. They even checked me for MS.
This is what comes of not kicking enough heads down streets. :(
I hate to say it, but it also comes of being a woman. Men are more likely to be checked thoroughly. Get a different doctor.
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 26, 2013, 12:59:11 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 25, 2013, 04:51:46 PM
I wonder if I can get EOT to road trip up to Seattle with me so we can all go out? Because that would be EPIC.
That would be fucking AMAZING. Truth be told, I'm a little out of practice these days so I'll have to remember to limber up the ol' liver a bit beforehand.
I'm a fucking lightweight, so don't do it on my account. :lol:
Quote from: Alty on March 26, 2013, 02:48:26 AM
Can someone shoop a pipe onto that badger's face for me, please?
:lulz: Brilliant.
Quote from: Alty on March 26, 2013, 02:48:26 AM
Can someone shoop a pipe onto that badger's face for me, please?
(http://i.imgur.com/d5TvoM4.jpg)?
Quote from: Juana Go? on March 26, 2013, 03:55:16 AM
Quote from: Alty on March 26, 2013, 02:48:26 AM
Can someone shoop a pipe onto that badger's face for me, please?
(http://i.imgur.com/d5TvoM4.jpg)?
:lulz: Oh my god.
Quote from: Juana Go? on March 26, 2013, 03:55:16 AM
Quote from: Alty on March 26, 2013, 02:48:26 AM
Can someone shoop a pipe onto that badger's face for me, please?
(http://i.imgur.com/d5TvoM4.jpg)?
Rad! Thanks so much!
You're welcome, lol.
All right, so I've never taken pain meds in this quantity or quality ever.
Couple things:
-Who in the fuck would do this every day? I'm either in a state of pure euphoria (which is rad and all...) and utter depression. That yo-yoing does not sit well with me, I do that enough on my own.
-Man do I feel good right now.
-I CAN'T MAKE SEXY TEIM HAPPEN.
-THC>Opiates any day of the week, yall.
Quote from: Alty on March 26, 2013, 04:43:24 AM
All right, so I've never taken pain meds in this quantity or quality ever.
Couple things:
-Who in the fuck would do this every day? I'm either in a state of pure euphoria (which is rad and all...) and utter depression. That yo-yoing does not sit well with me, I do that enough on my own.
-Man do I feel good right now.
-I CAN'T MAKE SEXY TEIM HAPPEN.
-THC>Opiates any day of the week, yall.
Remember when I was on opiates after my surgery?
Fucking HATE them. I would get about fifteen minutes of euphoria, two hours of staring into space, and a headache.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 04:47:37 AM
Quote from: Alty on March 26, 2013, 04:43:24 AM
All right, so I've never taken pain meds in this quantity or quality ever.
Couple things:
-Who in the fuck would do this every day? I'm either in a state of pure euphoria (which is rad and all...) and utter depression. That yo-yoing does not sit well with me, I do that enough on my own.
-Man do I feel good right now.
-I CAN'T MAKE SEXY TEIM HAPPEN.
-THC>Opiates any day of the week, yall.
Remember when I was on opiates after my surgery?
Fucking HATE them. I would get about fifteen minutes of euphoria, two hours of staring into space, and a headache.
Was that about the same time we've had the only
spat screeching meltdown you and I have had?
:lol:
Quote from: Alty on March 26, 2013, 04:49:06 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 04:47:37 AM
Quote from: Alty on March 26, 2013, 04:43:24 AM
All right, so I've never taken pain meds in this quantity or quality ever.
Couple things:
-Who in the fuck would do this every day? I'm either in a state of pure euphoria (which is rad and all...) and utter depression. That yo-yoing does not sit well with me, I do that enough on my own.
-Man do I feel good right now.
-I CAN'T MAKE SEXY TEIM HAPPEN.
-THC>Opiates any day of the week, yall.
Remember when I was on opiates after my surgery?
Fucking HATE them. I would get about fifteen minutes of euphoria, two hours of staring into space, and a headache.
Was that about the same time we've had the only spat screeching meltdown you and I have had?
:lol:
I wasn't really capable of using the computer, so no... it was in early September.
I am now up to 9 fucked up PMs.
It's almost that time again.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:00:24 PM
I am now up to 9 fucked up PMs.
It's almost that time again.
SQUEEEEEE!!!! :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
I have been working my little ass off in hopes of making enough beads to get me a head start on the upcoming term. An average of 100 beads a day.
Right now there are 60 in the kiln, I'm shooting for 150 today.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:05:39 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:00:24 PM
I am now up to 9 fucked up PMs.
It's almost that time again.
SQUEEEEEE!!!! :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
When I am dead and gone, I am convinced these bastards will come and chisel shit on my tombstone. Maybe I should have a pipe or something installed, so they can yell down into my coffin about how I'm WRONG and I shouldn't LISTEN TO SLUTS.
Seriously. These fuckers are BRAIN DAMAGED.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:07:44 PM
I have been working my little ass off in hopes of making enough beads to get me a head start on the upcoming term. An average of 100 beads a day.
Right now there are 60 in the kiln, I'm shooting for 150 today.
Woot. Sounds like a small kiln, though. I can't remember, is it a Harrop-style kiln, where the product goes on a car that goes into the kiln?
For what it's worth, I think 8 of the 9 so far are HFT/TDS tards, and the other one might NOT be EBS, but may as well be.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:08:13 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:05:39 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:00:24 PM
I am now up to 9 fucked up PMs.
It's almost that time again.
SQUEEEEEE!!!! :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
When I am dead and gone, I am convinced these bastards will come and chisel shit on my tombstone. Maybe I should have a pipe or something installed, so they can yell down into my coffin about how I'm WRONG and I shouldn't LISTEN TO SLUTS.
Seriously. These fuckers are BRAIN DAMAGED.
It seriously brightens my day when you post your replies. I can't believe how moronic people are. I especially like when it's obvious from your replies that they're mad about you posting one of your previous replies.
:lulz:
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:15:07 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:08:13 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:05:39 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:00:24 PM
I am now up to 9 fucked up PMs.
It's almost that time again.
SQUEEEEEE!!!! :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
When I am dead and gone, I am convinced these bastards will come and chisel shit on my tombstone. Maybe I should have a pipe or something installed, so they can yell down into my coffin about how I'm WRONG and I shouldn't LISTEN TO SLUTS.
Seriously. These fuckers are BRAIN DAMAGED.
It seriously brightens my day when you post your replies. I can't believe how moronic people are. I especially like when it's obvious from your replies that they're mad about you posting one of your previous replies.
:lulz:
Yeah. :lulz:
See above post. These ones are fucking GOLD.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:09:16 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:07:44 PM
I have been working my little ass off in hopes of making enough beads to get me a head start on the upcoming term. An average of 100 beads a day.
Right now there are 60 in the kiln, I'm shooting for 150 today.
Woot. Sounds like a small kiln, though. I can't remember, is it a Harrop-style kiln, where the product goes on a car that goes into the kiln?
:lulz:
Check this out; it's so small, it's PORTABLE. I can pick it up by myself. It's ADORABLE.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:14:49 PM
For what it's worth, I think 8 of the 9 so far are HFT/TDS tards, and the other one might NOT be EBS, but may as well be.
Oh this is going to be GOOD. :lol:
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:16:21 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:14:49 PM
For what it's worth, I think 8 of the 9 so far are HFT/TDS tards, and the other one might NOT be EBS, but may as well be.
Oh this is going to be GOOD. :lol:
I also have 2 good emails, so I may cheat and use those to go over 10. I shall re-read them tonight and decide.
Seriously, I love yahoo emails. Means the fuckers on FB have no indication of who I really am, because some of these bastards are NUTS.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:15:55 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:09:16 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:07:44 PM
I have been working my little ass off in hopes of making enough beads to get me a head start on the upcoming term. An average of 100 beads a day.
Right now there are 60 in the kiln, I'm shooting for 150 today.
Woot. Sounds like a small kiln, though. I can't remember, is it a Harrop-style kiln, where the product goes on a car that goes into the kiln?
:lulz:
Check this out; it's so small, it's PORTABLE. I can pick it up by myself. It's ADORABLE.
How can it possibly contain enough refractory? Tell me of this technology.
I could send you a retarded PM based on my hatemail from another site...but I think that may be cheating.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:18:48 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:16:21 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:14:49 PM
For what it's worth, I think 8 of the 9 so far are HFT/TDS tards, and the other one might NOT be EBS, but may as well be.
Oh this is going to be GOOD. :lol:
I also have 2 good emails, so I may cheat and use those to go over 10. I shall re-read them tonight and decide.
Seriously, I love yahoo emails. Means the fuckers on FB have no indication of who I really am, because some of these bastards are NUTS.
Oh, PLEASE do!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:19:26 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:15:55 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:09:16 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:07:44 PM
I have been working my little ass off in hopes of making enough beads to get me a head start on the upcoming term. An average of 100 beads a day.
Right now there are 60 in the kiln, I'm shooting for 150 today.
Woot. Sounds like a small kiln, though. I can't remember, is it a Harrop-style kiln, where the product goes on a car that goes into the kiln?
:lulz:
Check this out; it's so small, it's PORTABLE. I can pick it up by myself. It's ADORABLE.
How can it possibly contain enough refractory? Tell me of this technology.
It is made out of brick, and runs on... get this... ELECTRICITY.
Quote from: Cain on March 26, 2013, 09:20:02 PM
I could send you a retarded PM based on my hatemail from another site...but I think that may be cheating.
I'm still saving all of the originals + answers, to be handed over to ECH when I kick the bucket.
Just so that there's verification that these people are REALLY THAT INSANE/STUPID, without me having to deal with the fallout of posting the originals myself.
On that note, I have devoured my lunch, and shall head back into my bead-hole. SEE YOU SPAGS LATER!
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:20:49 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:18:48 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:16:21 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:14:49 PM
For what it's worth, I think 8 of the 9 so far are HFT/TDS tards, and the other one might NOT be EBS, but may as well be.
Oh this is going to be GOOD. :lol:
I also have 2 good emails, so I may cheat and use those to go over 10. I shall re-read them tonight and decide.
Seriously, I love yahoo emails. Means the fuckers on FB have no indication of who I really am, because some of these bastards are NUTS.
Oh, PLEASE do!
Oki doke.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:22:03 PM
Quote from: Cain on March 26, 2013, 09:20:02 PM
I could send you a retarded PM based on my hatemail from another site...but I think that may be cheating.
I'm still saving all of the originals + answers, to be handed over to ECH when I kick the bucket.
Just so that there's verification that these people are REALLY THAT INSANE/STUPID, without me having to deal with the fallout of posting the originals myself.
I feel like the whole thing deserves to be published after you die, just because of the fucking funny.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:21:40 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:19:26 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:15:55 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:09:16 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:07:44 PM
I have been working my little ass off in hopes of making enough beads to get me a head start on the upcoming term. An average of 100 beads a day.
Right now there are 60 in the kiln, I'm shooting for 150 today.
Woot. Sounds like a small kiln, though. I can't remember, is it a Harrop-style kiln, where the product goes on a car that goes into the kiln?
:lulz:
Check this out; it's so small, it's PORTABLE. I can pick it up by myself. It's ADORABLE.
How can it possibly contain enough refractory? Tell me of this technology.
It is made out of brick, and runs on... get this... ELECTRICITY.
Ours are made out of brick, and run on natural gas, and go up to about 1540 C.
But I can't pick them up. They're really big.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:23:16 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:21:40 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:19:26 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:15:55 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:09:16 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 26, 2013, 09:07:44 PM
I have been working my little ass off in hopes of making enough beads to get me a head start on the upcoming term. An average of 100 beads a day.
Right now there are 60 in the kiln, I'm shooting for 150 today.
Woot. Sounds like a small kiln, though. I can't remember, is it a Harrop-style kiln, where the product goes on a car that goes into the kiln?
:lulz:
Check this out; it's so small, it's PORTABLE. I can pick it up by myself. It's ADORABLE.
How can it possibly contain enough refractory? Tell me of this technology.
It is made out of brick, and runs on... get this... ELECTRICITY.
Ours are made out of brick, and run on natural gas, and go up to about 1540 C.
But I can't pick them up. They're really big.
Slight understatement? :lulz:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:14:49 PM
For what it's worth, I think 8 of the 9 so far are HFT/TDS tards, and the other one might NOT be EBS, but may as well be.
EBS? Still? He doesn't ever give up, does he?
Quote from: Juana Go? on March 26, 2013, 09:28:20 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:14:49 PM
For what it's worth, I think 8 of the 9 so far are HFT/TDS tards, and the other one might NOT be EBS, but may as well be.
EBS? Still? He doesn't ever give up, does he?
Doesn't "EBS" stand for "Earth Bound Spirit"?
He's a HAUNT. :lol:
Quote from: stelz on March 26, 2013, 09:49:27 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on March 26, 2013, 09:28:20 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:14:49 PM
For what it's worth, I think 8 of the 9 so far are HFT/TDS tards, and the other one might NOT be EBS, but may as well be.
EBS? Still? He doesn't ever give up, does he?
Doesn't "EBS" stand for "Earth Bound Spirit"?
He's a HAUNT. :lol:
:lulz:
Quote from: stelz on March 26, 2013, 09:49:27 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on March 26, 2013, 09:28:20 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:14:49 PM
For what it's worth, I think 8 of the 9 so far are HFT/TDS tards, and the other one might NOT be EBS, but may as well be.
EBS? Still? He doesn't ever give up, does he?
Doesn't "EBS" stand for "Earth Bound Spirit"?
He's a HAUNT. :lol:
I think he imprinted on TGRR like a demented stoner duckling. TGRR has his own little Ghost of Idiots Past.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on March 26, 2013, 11:26:55 PM
Quote from: stelz on March 26, 2013, 09:49:27 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on March 26, 2013, 09:28:20 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 26, 2013, 09:14:49 PM
For what it's worth, I think 8 of the 9 so far are HFT/TDS tards, and the other one might NOT be EBS, but may as well be.
EBS? Still? He doesn't ever give up, does he?
Doesn't "EBS" stand for "Earth Bound Spirit"?
He's a HAUNT. :lol:
I think he imprinted on TGRR like a demented stoner duckling. TGRR has his own little Ghost of Idiots Past.
:lulz:
THEY ARE LEGION.
All of my places hurt. I forgot how hard a full day of beadmaking is.
Which is, of course, why I'm going to school in the first place. :lol:
My right wrist is numb.
So, panic attacks are something I get now. I'm annoyed at this fact.
I don't do anything nearly interesting enough to get them.
I guess I feel like I didn't earn them.
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on March 27, 2013, 01:18:58 AM
So, panic attacks are something I get now. I'm annoyed at this fact.
I don't do anything nearly interesting enough to get them.
I guess I feel like I didn't earn them.
:lulz:
So, meeting my ex apparently is too hard for me at the moment, but watching my best friend do naughty things to her on the teevee is no problem.
The fuck.
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on March 27, 2013, 01:18:58 AM
So, panic attacks are something I get now. I'm annoyed at this fact.
I don't do anything nearly interesting enough to get them.
I guess I feel like I didn't earn them.
Now that you get panic attacks anyway, you might as well start doing some interesting things and see what happens.
GOT #10. AND #11 & #12.
See Apple Talk tomorrow for happy fun psycho stalker action!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:49:07 AM
GOT #10. AND #11 & #12.
See Apple Talk tomorrow for happy fun psycho stalker action!
HOORAY!
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 27, 2013, 01:49:46 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:49:07 AM
GOT #10. AND #11 & #12.
See Apple Talk tomorrow for happy fun psycho stalker action!
HOORAY!
Best part is, ONLY ONE OF THESE PEOPLE HAS EVER ACTUALLY POSTED ON PD.
It's like they import the crazy, just for me!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:49:07 AM
GOT #10. AND #11 & #12.
See Apple Talk tomorrow for happy fun psycho stalker action!
Wow. They pile up quick! :lol:
Tomorrow I won't get to make beads, because my coworker decided that we should do our community activity with the kids we're coaching earlier in the day.
But not early enough in the day that I might be able to get anything done AFTER it, either. Nope. RIGHT in the middle of the day, from noon to four, which including transportation takes me out of commission from 11-5.
Awesome.
I cannot fucking wait for this job to end. Only 3 more weeks. I think.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:51:28 AM
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 27, 2013, 01:49:46 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:49:07 AM
GOT #10. AND #11 & #12.
See Apple Talk tomorrow for happy fun psycho stalker action!
HOORAY!
Best part is, ONLY ONE OF THESE PEOPLE HAS EVER ACTUALLY POSTED ON PD.
It's like they import the crazy, just for me!
I feel like they're depriving the rest of us of our share of the fun. Next time you talk to them, tell them I said they're jerks.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 27, 2013, 02:14:43 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:49:07 AM
GOT #10. AND #11 & #12.
See Apple Talk tomorrow for happy fun psycho stalker action!
Wow. They pile up quick! :lol:
Those three were from the same person, and will be treated as a single PM. Gonna write the response tonight, and post it with the rest tomorrow.
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 27, 2013, 02:19:09 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:51:28 AM
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 27, 2013, 01:49:46 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:49:07 AM
GOT #10. AND #11 & #12.
See Apple Talk tomorrow for happy fun psycho stalker action!
HOORAY!
Best part is, ONLY ONE OF THESE PEOPLE HAS EVER ACTUALLY POSTED ON PD.
It's like they import the crazy, just for me!
I feel like they're depriving the rest of us of our share of the fun. Next time you talk to them, tell them I said they're jerks.
Will do.
Also, we're excessively Nigel-friendly here. Or so I am told.
So I don't get ALL the crazy to myself. They just talk to me because, well, HOLY MAN™.
Oh yeah, and not being able to make beads means that I am losing $300 in unmade product.
Seriously, I agreed to this. What was I thinking?
OK, I know what I was thinking, but I burned out on it long ago.
Oh, and I have a GREAT story about how my internship coordinator totally dropped the ball on everything and lost my completed application, essay, release form, and letter of recommendation which I sent over a month ago (which I KNOW SHE RECEIVED because she emailed me some editing suggestions for the essay) and then asked for it all again, and I sent it to her, and then I got a message from her understudy saying that he's taking over application processing and can I please send everything again,
OH AND ALSO she dropped the ball on responding to my request for a letter of recommendation for my PCC Foundation application, so I won't be receiving any scholarships through them this year.
I don't know what's happened to her. I am torn between being mad and worried that she has cancer, or something awful.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 02:22:44 AM
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 27, 2013, 02:19:09 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:51:28 AM
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 27, 2013, 01:49:46 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:49:07 AM
GOT #10. AND #11 & #12.
See Apple Talk tomorrow for happy fun psycho stalker action!
HOORAY!
Best part is, ONLY ONE OF THESE PEOPLE HAS EVER ACTUALLY POSTED ON PD.
It's like they import the crazy, just for me!
I feel like they're depriving the rest of us of our share of the fun. Next time you talk to them, tell them I said they're jerks.
Will do.
Also, we're excessively Nigel-friendly here. Or so I am told.
So I don't get ALL the crazy to myself. They just talk to me because, well, HOLY MAN™.
:lulz: They love you so much that they even take out their hatred of
me AT YOU.
BECAUSE YOU ARE A HOLY MAN™!
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 27, 2013, 02:26:59 AM
Oh yeah, and not being able to make beads means that I am losing $300 in unmade product.
Seriously, I agreed to this. What was I thinking?
OK, I know what I was thinking, but I burned out on it long ago.
Oh, and I have a GREAT story about how my internship coordinator totally dropped the ball on everything and lost my completed application, essay, release form, and letter of recommendation which I sent over a month ago (which I KNOW SHE RECEIVED because she emailed me some editing suggestions for the essay) and then asked for it all again, and I sent it to her, and then I got a message from her understudy saying that he's taking over application processing and can I please send everything again,
OH AND ALSO she dropped the ball on responding to my request for a letter of recommendation for my PCC Foundation application, so I won't be receiving any scholarships through them this year.
I don't know what's happened to her. I am torn between being mad and worried that she has cancer, or something awful.
That blows. Is there still some kind of benefit coming out of this internship?
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 27, 2013, 02:28:29 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 02:22:44 AM
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 27, 2013, 02:19:09 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:51:28 AM
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 27, 2013, 01:49:46 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:49:07 AM
GOT #10. AND #11 & #12.
See Apple Talk tomorrow for happy fun psycho stalker action!
HOORAY!
Best part is, ONLY ONE OF THESE PEOPLE HAS EVER ACTUALLY POSTED ON PD.
It's like they import the crazy, just for me!
I feel like they're depriving the rest of us of our share of the fun. Next time you talk to them, tell them I said they're jerks.
Will do.
Also, we're excessively Nigel-friendly here. Or so I am told.
So I don't get ALL the crazy to myself. They just talk to me because, well, HOLY MAN™.
:lulz: They love you so much that they even take out their hatred of me AT YOU.
BECAUSE YOU ARE A HOLY MAN™!
Wait til you see my response. :lulz:
No teasers. I WILL NOT POST TEASERS.
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 27, 2013, 01:26:46 AM
So, meeting my ex apparently is too hard for me at the moment, but watching my best friend do naughty things to her on the teevee is no problem.
The fuck.
Um. What?
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 27, 2013, 02:41:05 AM
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 27, 2013, 01:26:46 AM
So, meeting my ex apparently is too hard for me at the moment, but watching my best friend do naughty things to her on the teevee is no problem.
The fuck.
Um. What?
Belgians are weird.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 02:38:47 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 27, 2013, 02:28:29 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 02:22:44 AM
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 27, 2013, 02:19:09 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:51:28 AM
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 27, 2013, 01:49:46 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:49:07 AM
GOT #10. AND #11 & #12.
See Apple Talk tomorrow for happy fun psycho stalker action!
HOORAY!
Best part is, ONLY ONE OF THESE PEOPLE HAS EVER ACTUALLY POSTED ON PD.
It's like they import the crazy, just for me!
I feel like they're depriving the rest of us of our share of the fun. Next time you talk to them, tell them I said they're jerks.
Will do.
Also, we're excessively Nigel-friendly here. Or so I am told.
So I don't get ALL the crazy to myself. They just talk to me because, well, HOLY MAN™.
:lulz: They love you so much that they even take out their hatred of me AT YOU.
BECAUSE YOU ARE A HOLY MAN™!
Wait til you see my response. :lulz:
No teasers. I WILL NOT POST TEASERS.
:lulz: It's gonna be SO AWESOME.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 02:38:12 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 27, 2013, 02:26:59 AM
Oh yeah, and not being able to make beads means that I am losing $300 in unmade product.
Seriously, I agreed to this. What was I thinking?
OK, I know what I was thinking, but I burned out on it long ago.
Oh, and I have a GREAT story about how my internship coordinator totally dropped the ball on everything and lost my completed application, essay, release form, and letter of recommendation which I sent over a month ago (which I KNOW SHE RECEIVED because she emailed me some editing suggestions for the essay) and then asked for it all again, and I sent it to her, and then I got a message from her understudy saying that he's taking over application processing and can I please send everything again,
OH AND ALSO she dropped the ball on responding to my request for a letter of recommendation for my PCC Foundation application, so I won't be receiving any scholarships through them this year.
I don't know what's happened to her. I am torn between being mad and worried that she has cancer, or something awful.
That blows. Is there still some kind of benefit coming out of this internship?
Letters of recommendation and nine months of experience on my resume, which is pretty damn good really.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 27, 2013, 01:43:15 AM
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on March 27, 2013, 01:18:58 AM
So, panic attacks are something I get now. I'm annoyed at this fact.
I don't do anything nearly interesting enough to get them.
I guess I feel like I didn't earn them.
Now that you get panic attacks anyway, you might as well start doing some interesting things and see what happens.
I like this line of thinking.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 02:22:44 AM
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 27, 2013, 02:19:09 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:51:28 AM
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 27, 2013, 01:49:46 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:49:07 AM
GOT #10. AND #11 & #12.
See Apple Talk tomorrow for happy fun psycho stalker action!
HOORAY!
Best part is, ONLY ONE OF THESE PEOPLE HAS EVER ACTUALLY POSTED ON PD.
It's like they import the crazy, just for me!
I feel like they're depriving the rest of us of our share of the fun. Next time you talk to them, tell them I said they're jerks.
Will do.
Also, we're excessively Nigel-friendly here. Or so I am told.
So I don't get ALL the crazy to myself. They just talk to me because, well, HOLY MAN™.
Tell them people who say we're excessively Nigel-friendly here end up totally losing their shit and posting at TCC like Khara.
You can tell them I said. :lulz:
Quote from: stelz on March 27, 2013, 03:45:52 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 02:22:44 AM
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 27, 2013, 02:19:09 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:51:28 AM
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 27, 2013, 01:49:46 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:49:07 AM
GOT #10. AND #11 & #12.
See Apple Talk tomorrow for happy fun psycho stalker action!
HOORAY!
Best part is, ONLY ONE OF THESE PEOPLE HAS EVER ACTUALLY POSTED ON PD.
It's like they import the crazy, just for me!
I feel like they're depriving the rest of us of our share of the fun. Next time you talk to them, tell them I said they're jerks.
Will do.
Also, we're excessively Nigel-friendly here. Or so I am told.
So I don't get ALL the crazy to myself. They just talk to me because, well, HOLY MAN™.
Tell them people who say we're excessively Nigel-friendly here end up totally losing their shit and posting at TCC like Khara.
You can tell them I said. :lulz:
You people just... TOLERATE me running around being all NIGEL, with a VAGINA AND EVERYTHING.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 27, 2013, 03:48:08 AM
Quote from: stelz on March 27, 2013, 03:45:52 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 02:22:44 AM
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 27, 2013, 02:19:09 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:51:28 AM
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 27, 2013, 01:49:46 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:49:07 AM
GOT #10. AND #11 & #12.
See Apple Talk tomorrow for happy fun psycho stalker action!
HOORAY!
Best part is, ONLY ONE OF THESE PEOPLE HAS EVER ACTUALLY POSTED ON PD.
It's like they import the crazy, just for me!
I feel like they're depriving the rest of us of our share of the fun. Next time you talk to them, tell them I said they're jerks.
Will do.
Also, we're excessively Nigel-friendly here. Or so I am told.
So I don't get ALL the crazy to myself. They just talk to me because, well, HOLY MAN™.
Tell them people who say we're excessively Nigel-friendly here end up totally losing their shit and posting at TCC like Khara.
You can tell them I said. :lulz:
You people just... TOLERATE me running around being all NIGEL, with a VAGINA AND EVERYTHING.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
"WITH A VAGINA...AND
UPPITY. THIS MUST BE STOPPED. I KNOW! I'LL SEND A LUNATIC PM TO TGRR. THAT ALWAYS WORKS!"
/
:joshua:
Quote from: stelz on March 27, 2013, 03:54:03 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 27, 2013, 03:48:08 AM
Quote from: stelz on March 27, 2013, 03:45:52 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 02:22:44 AM
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 27, 2013, 02:19:09 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:51:28 AM
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 27, 2013, 01:49:46 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:49:07 AM
GOT #10. AND #11 & #12.
See Apple Talk tomorrow for happy fun psycho stalker action!
HOORAY!
Best part is, ONLY ONE OF THESE PEOPLE HAS EVER ACTUALLY POSTED ON PD.
It's like they import the crazy, just for me!
I feel like they're depriving the rest of us of our share of the fun. Next time you talk to them, tell them I said they're jerks.
Will do.
Also, we're excessively Nigel-friendly here. Or so I am told.
So I don't get ALL the crazy to myself. They just talk to me because, well, HOLY MAN™.
Tell them people who say we're excessively Nigel-friendly here end up totally losing their shit and posting at TCC like Khara.
You can tell them I said. :lulz:
You people just... TOLERATE me running around being all NIGEL, with a VAGINA AND EVERYTHING.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
"WITH A VAGINA...AND UPPITY. THIS MUST BE STOPPED. I KNOW! I'LL SEND A LUNATIC PM TO TGRR. THAT ALWAYS WORKS!"
/
:joshua:
"IF I AM JUST CONVINCING ENOUGH, TGRR WILL USE HIS MIND LAZORS TO MAKE EVERYONE ANTI-NIGEL."
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 27, 2013, 03:57:40 AM
Quote from: stelz on March 27, 2013, 03:54:03 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 27, 2013, 03:48:08 AM
Quote from: stelz on March 27, 2013, 03:45:52 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 02:22:44 AM
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 27, 2013, 02:19:09 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:51:28 AM
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 27, 2013, 01:49:46 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:49:07 AM
GOT #10. AND #11 & #12.
See Apple Talk tomorrow for happy fun psycho stalker action!
HOORAY!
Best part is, ONLY ONE OF THESE PEOPLE HAS EVER ACTUALLY POSTED ON PD.
It's like they import the crazy, just for me!
I feel like they're depriving the rest of us of our share of the fun. Next time you talk to them, tell them I said they're jerks.
Will do.
Also, we're excessively Nigel-friendly here. Or so I am told.
So I don't get ALL the crazy to myself. They just talk to me because, well, HOLY MAN™.
Tell them people who say we're excessively Nigel-friendly here end up totally losing their shit and posting at TCC like Khara.
You can tell them I said. :lulz:
You people just... TOLERATE me running around being all NIGEL, with a VAGINA AND EVERYTHING.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
"WITH A VAGINA...AND UPPITY. THIS MUST BE STOPPED. I KNOW! I'LL SEND A LUNATIC PM TO TGRR. THAT ALWAYS WORKS!"
/
:joshua:
"IF I AM JUST CONVINCING ENOUGH, TGRR WILL USE HIS MIND LAZORS TO MAKE EVERYONE ANTI-NIGEL."
"I KNOW I'M RIGHT BECAUSE I PM WITH TWO OTHER PEOPLE ON THE FACEBOOK DISCORDIAN GROUP WHO FEEL EXACTLY THE SAME WAY."
Quote from: stelz on March 27, 2013, 03:54:03 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 27, 2013, 03:48:08 AM
Quote from: stelz on March 27, 2013, 03:45:52 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 02:22:44 AM
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 27, 2013, 02:19:09 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:51:28 AM
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 27, 2013, 01:49:46 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:49:07 AM
GOT #10. AND #11 & #12.
See Apple Talk tomorrow for happy fun psycho stalker action!
HOORAY!
Best part is, ONLY ONE OF THESE PEOPLE HAS EVER ACTUALLY POSTED ON PD.
It's like they import the crazy, just for me!
I feel like they're depriving the rest of us of our share of the fun. Next time you talk to them, tell them I said they're jerks.
Will do.
Also, we're excessively Nigel-friendly here. Or so I am told.
So I don't get ALL the crazy to myself. They just talk to me because, well, HOLY MAN™.
Tell them people who say we're excessively Nigel-friendly here end up totally losing their shit and posting at TCC like Khara.
You can tell them I said. :lulz:
You people just... TOLERATE me running around being all NIGEL, with a VAGINA AND EVERYTHING.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
"WITH A VAGINA...AND UPPITY. THIS MUST BE STOPPED. I KNOW! I'LL SEND A LUNATIC PM TO TGRR. THAT ALWAYS WORKS!"
/
:joshua:
Well, if they had pattern recognition skills, they probably wouldn't be crazy. Mostly they just tell me how MAD I make them, or Nigel makes them, and they seem to want some sort of validation or absolution from me.
Validation they can have. If they want absolution, they can get it from Jesus. I'm fresh out.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 04:22:13 AM
Quote from: stelz on March 27, 2013, 03:54:03 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 27, 2013, 03:48:08 AM
Quote from: stelz on March 27, 2013, 03:45:52 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 02:22:44 AM
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 27, 2013, 02:19:09 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:51:28 AM
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on March 27, 2013, 01:49:46 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 01:49:07 AM
GOT #10. AND #11 & #12.
See Apple Talk tomorrow for happy fun psycho stalker action!
HOORAY!
Best part is, ONLY ONE OF THESE PEOPLE HAS EVER ACTUALLY POSTED ON PD.
It's like they import the crazy, just for me!
I feel like they're depriving the rest of us of our share of the fun. Next time you talk to them, tell them I said they're jerks.
Will do.
Also, we're excessively Nigel-friendly here. Or so I am told.
So I don't get ALL the crazy to myself. They just talk to me because, well, HOLY MAN™.
Tell them people who say we're excessively Nigel-friendly here end up totally losing their shit and posting at TCC like Khara.
You can tell them I said. :lulz:
You people just... TOLERATE me running around being all NIGEL, with a VAGINA AND EVERYTHING.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
"WITH A VAGINA...AND UPPITY. THIS MUST BE STOPPED. I KNOW! I'LL SEND A LUNATIC PM TO TGRR. THAT ALWAYS WORKS!"
/
:joshua:
Well, if they had pattern recognition skills, they probably wouldn't be crazy. Mostly they just tell me how MAD I make them, or Nigel makes them, and they seem to want some sort of validation or absolution from me.
Validation they can have. If they want absolution, they can get it from Jesus. I'm fresh out.
You aren't Jesus... well,
not exactly.
Roger is how Jesus would have been if he hadn't been born some mythical hippie with magical powers :argh!:
Back in work less than 6 hours.
Urge to kill - Unreasonable.
Current employment status of filthy assistant - Fired.
The best thing that could happen to this town is a petrol bomb.
So, I took the time to actually plan ahead and ask my Tuesday Night Dinner ladies if they wanted to play dress-up this week, instead of someone deciding at the last minute "LET'S PLAY DRESS-UP" and everyone else saying "I TOTALLY WOULD HAVE IF YOU JUST LET ME KNOW BEFORE I WENT INTO WORK WITHOUT DRESS-UP CLOTHES." And they wanted CORSETS, and I NEVER get enough excuses to wear corsets and it was awesome and I made ALL THE MEXICAN FOODS (well, all the ones that I wanted to eat) and there was so much food and tasty and we had plenty of juice for mixing with VODKA and it was awesome and then we sat down to play GURPS and my asshat housemate spent about 10 minutes playing before pitching a fit, taking his ball and going home. By "home" I mean "outside" because that's where he stomped. And then everyone else left because drama is awkward.
:argh!: :argh!: :argh!: :argh!: :argh!:
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on March 27, 2013, 12:07:19 PM
Roger is how Jesus would have been if he hadn't been born some mythical hippie with magical powers :argh!:
Or if I HAD them, but wouldn't USE them.
I hate lepers. That's really the whole story.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on March 27, 2013, 05:00:04 PM
So, I took the time to actually plan ahead and ask my Tuesday Night Dinner ladies if they wanted to play dress-up this week, instead of someone deciding at the last minute "LET'S PLAY DRESS-UP" and everyone else saying "I TOTALLY WOULD HAVE IF YOU JUST LET ME KNOW BEFORE I WENT INTO WORK WITHOUT DRESS-UP CLOTHES." And they wanted CORSETS, and I NEVER get enough excuses to wear corsets and it was awesome and I made ALL THE MEXICAN FOODS (well, all the ones that I wanted to eat) and there was so much food and tasty and we had plenty of juice for mixing with VODKA and it was awesome and then we sat down to play GURPS and my asshat housemate spent about 10 minutes playing before pitching a fit, taking his ball and going home. By "home" I mean "outside" because that's where he stomped. And then everyone else left because drama is awkward.
:argh!: :argh!: :argh!: :argh!: :argh!:
Moral: Never RPG at a dinner party.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 27, 2013, 05:07:43 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on March 27, 2013, 05:00:04 PM
So, I took the time to actually plan ahead and ask my Tuesday Night Dinner ladies if they wanted to play dress-up this week, instead of someone deciding at the last minute "LET'S PLAY DRESS-UP" and everyone else saying "I TOTALLY WOULD HAVE IF YOU JUST LET ME KNOW BEFORE I WENT INTO WORK WITHOUT DRESS-UP CLOTHES." And they wanted CORSETS, and I NEVER get enough excuses to wear corsets and it was awesome and I made ALL THE MEXICAN FOODS (well, all the ones that I wanted to eat) and there was so much food and tasty and we had plenty of juice for mixing with VODKA and it was awesome and then we sat down to play GURPS and my asshat housemate spent about 10 minutes playing before pitching a fit, taking his ball and going home. By "home" I mean "outside" because that's where he stomped. And then everyone else left because drama is awkward.
:argh!: :argh!: :argh!: :argh!: :argh!:
Moral: Never RPG at a dinner party.
And kick roomie in the nads.
I died laughing.
(http://i.imgur.com/6Hmkxfv.jpg)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHo5jsurvbM
Quote from: stelz on March 27, 2013, 05:19:11 PM
I died laughing.
(http://i.imgur.com/6Hmkxfv.jpg)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHo5jsurvbM
At least two of the yahoos in the response thread are HFTers. :lulz:
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 27, 2013, 05:07:43 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on March 27, 2013, 05:00:04 PM
So, I took the time to actually plan ahead and ask my Tuesday Night Dinner ladies if they wanted to play dress-up this week, instead of someone deciding at the last minute "LET'S PLAY DRESS-UP" and everyone else saying "I TOTALLY WOULD HAVE IF YOU JUST LET ME KNOW BEFORE I WENT INTO WORK WITHOUT DRESS-UP CLOTHES." And they wanted CORSETS, and I NEVER get enough excuses to wear corsets and it was awesome and I made ALL THE MEXICAN FOODS (well, all the ones that I wanted to eat) and there was so much food and tasty and we had plenty of juice for mixing with VODKA and it was awesome and then we sat down to play GURPS and my asshat housemate spent about 10 minutes playing before pitching a fit, taking his ball and going home. By "home" I mean "outside" because that's where he stomped. And then everyone else left because drama is awkward.
:argh!: :argh!: :argh!: :argh!: :argh!:
Moral: Never RPG at a dinner party.
But we totally do all the time! Last campaign ended because I accidentally the entire universe.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 05:20:46 PM
Quote from: stelz on March 27, 2013, 05:19:11 PM
I died laughing.
(http://i.imgur.com/6Hmkxfv.jpg)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHo5jsurvbM
At least two of the yahoos in the response thread are HFTers. :lulz:
Which ones?
The street preacher and the furry? :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
I think I might turn out to enjoy my South America class after all. We get to write a paper on why the dependecy theory (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dependency_theory) is full of (agency-stripping) fail.
My interbutts are incredibly unstable today.
This is my 4th try at posting this.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 06:02:54 PM
My interbutts are incredibly unstable today.
This is my 4th try at posting this.
http://gawker.com/the-internet/
QuoteA massive online war between a web hosting company based out of a NATO bunker in Holland and an international anti-spam organization has spilled over to the rest of the internet, causing widespread delays—and potentially escalating to the point where email and online banking could become inaccessible.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 27, 2013, 06:06:10 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 06:02:54 PM
My interbutts are incredibly unstable today.
This is my 4th try at posting this.
http://gawker.com/the-internet/
QuoteA massive online war between a web hosting company based out of a NATO bunker in Holland and an international anti-spam organization has spilled over to the rest of the internet, causing widespread delays—and potentially escalating to the point where email and online banking could become inaccessible.
PIGFUCKERS.
This is PRECISELY why we can't have NICE THINGS.
These ass biscuits should be fed to wild animals.
I mean, all the cool cyberpunk books had guys operating out of old military bunkers, but they didn't use it to spam.
This future, once again, disappoints me.
:crankey: what the hell is up with Cambridge Press right now?
Quote from: Juana Go? on March 27, 2013, 06:25:41 PM
:crankey: what the hell is up with Cambridge Press right now?
Probably the same thing, if it's online.
If *I* had a cyberbunker, I wouldn't degrade the coolness of the situation with spam. I'd try to TAKE OVER THE WORLD. Then I'd laugh maniacally until the hero showed up and killed me in some ironic way, probably involving either A) a volcano, or B) my own super-weapon.
There's still time, Roger.
I think you deserve a cyber bunker. Just go dig one out in the desert. Near the heart if Tucson.
Quote from: Alty on March 27, 2013, 06:29:01 PM
There's still time, Roger.
I think you deserve a cyber bunker. Just go dig one out in the desert. Near the heart if Tucson.
Well, there's the old Nike silo out on Avra Valley Road.
But I'm not digging the 200 foot ladder thing.
My internet is still ok.
Apparently they don't give a fuck about Texas.
Then again, who would?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 06:29:53 PM
Quote from: Alty on March 27, 2013, 06:29:01 PM
There's still time, Roger.
I think you deserve a cyber bunker. Just go dig one out in the desert. Near the heart if Tucson.
Well, there's the old Nike silo out on Avra Valley Road.
But I'm not digging the 200 foot ladder thing.
Fireman's pole?
BATPOLE.
Quote from: Alty on March 27, 2013, 06:32:29 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 06:29:53 PM
Quote from: Alty on March 27, 2013, 06:29:01 PM
There's still time, Roger.
I think you deserve a cyber bunker. Just go dig one out in the desert. Near the heart if Tucson.
Well, there's the old Nike silo out on Avra Valley Road.
But I'm not digging the 200 foot ladder thing.
Fireman's pole?
BATPOLE.
Going up?
This is about to get really
weird, isn't it? Something about nuclear apocalypse pole dancing and excessive back hair.
I've just been surfing on the deep web (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deep_Web).
I'd forgotten how boring and painfully slow Tor was. LoL lEtS aLl gO To sIlKrOaD aN bUy dRuGs n sTuFf. I can do that just around the corner.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 06:33:30 PM
Quote from: Alty on March 27, 2013, 06:32:29 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 06:29:53 PM
Quote from: Alty on March 27, 2013, 06:29:01 PM
There's still time, Roger.
I think you deserve a cyber bunker. Just go dig one out in the desert. Near the heart if Tucson.
Well, there's the old Nike silo out on Avra Valley Road.
But I'm not digging the 200 foot ladder thing.
Fireman's pole?
BATPOLE.
Going up?
This is about to get really weird, isn't it? Something about nuclear apocalypse pole dancing and excessive back hair.
Yes and no. All I'll say is: let the hair do the work.
Quote from: Cain on March 27, 2013, 06:39:54 PM
I've just been surfing on the deep web (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deep_Web).
I'd forgotten how boring and painfully slow Tor was. LoL lEtS aLl gO To sIlKrOaD aN bUy dRuGs n sTuFf. I can do that just around the corner.
I've had a gibbering tool talking about ordering stuff from there for a day. Apparently bitcoins are totally legit and everything. Nothing can go wrong.
Needless to say, I encouraged his endeavour and reminded him it would be safer to order once, but order big. For value.
Quote from: Junkenstein on March 27, 2013, 06:59:04 PM
I've had a gibbering tool talking about ordering stuff from there for a day. Apparently bitcoins are totally legit and everything. Nothing can go wrong.
YARGANARG!
Welcome to my retarded world.
Quote from: Junkenstein on March 27, 2013, 07:08:44 PM
Welcome to my retarded world.
Oh, YOUR retarded world? I CAN REMEMBER A TIME IN WHICH "RETARDED" WAS MOSTLY THE EXCEPTION. Oh, it wasn't perfect, and lots of shit HAS improved, but let me tell you, EVERYONE HAS BEEN A FUCKING IDIOT SINCE REAGAN AND THATCHER WERE ALLOWED TO SPEAK IN PUBLIC.
Before then, people were bastards, but you didn't hear this sort of inanity going around. It all springs from the weird attitude towards government that those to yahoos preached. All the GOOD stuff a government could do is BAD, and all the INSANE SHIT is GOOD.
I stand corrected. I mean my retarded corner of the world. The place where paint thinner and lighter gas are considered recreational drugs. This place, where vowels comprise more of the word than there is word, where joy has been shunned without repetition, hesitation or exception, where people fear fire as a curse of the gods here I dwell.
And I KNOW that these people are from a time past. Idiocy has been bred to an art here. Their forefathers were nearly darwin award winners and by gods they will have their best shot too.
These people can't even fully vocalise their hate. They know that "Them" are fucking them, apparently. More detail than this has never been established. They're not overly racist, mainly due to a creative deficiency. All I want is one civil, normal, human interaction a day. This place, this special corner of Hades where the eagle shits on its flight, will never, ever, yield one.
COMMAS
Quote from: Junkenstein on March 27, 2013, 07:22:15 PM
I stand corrected. I mean my retarded corner of the world. The place where paint thinner and lighter gas are considered recreational drugs. This place, where vowels comprise more of the word than there is word, where joy has been shunned without repetition, hesitation or exception, where people fear fire as a curse of the gods here I dwell.
And I KNOW that these people are from a time past. Idiocy has been bred to an art here. Their forefathers were nearly darwin award winners and by gods they will have their best shot too.
These people can't even fully vocalise their hate. They know that "Them" are fucking them, apparently. More detail than this has never been established. They're not overly racist, mainly due to a creative deficiency. All I want is one civil, normal, human interaction a day. This place, this special corner of Hades where the eagle shits on its flight, will never, ever, yield one.
COMMAS
AND THERE'S
NO PARKING!
Oh, and as for the spammers in Holland who are fucking up the interbutts today, someone ought to go into their NATO bunker and give them the pink glove.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 06:26:16 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on March 27, 2013, 06:25:41 PM
:crankey: what the hell is up with Cambridge Press right now?
Probably the same thing, if it's online.
:crankey: Fucking Dutch
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on March 27, 2013, 06:06:10 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 27, 2013, 06:02:54 PM
My interbutts are incredibly unstable today.
This is my 4th try at posting this.
http://gawker.com/the-internet/
QuoteA massive online war between a web hosting company based out of a NATO bunker in Holland and an international anti-spam organization has spilled over to the rest of the internet, causing widespread delays—and potentially escalating to the point where email and online banking could become inaccessible.
:lulz: That's hilarious.
I am home, and exhausted. And mildly afraid to check my Facebook, because I drunk-posted something mildly inflammatory last night and by this morning it was LOLDRAMABUTTZ everywhere.
Speaking of which, it is time for The Great Purge. If I accidentally purge one of you spags because I don't recognize your name, please just re-friend me.
Quotepotentially escalating to the point where email and online banking could become inaccessible.
So, like most days before the great spam war, in other words. :argh!:
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on March 27, 2013, 01:18:58 AM
So, panic attacks are something I get now. I'm annoyed at this fact.
I don't do anything nearly interesting enough to get them.
I guess I feel like I didn't earn them.
You never do. When you have them, you feel like a whiny pussy who needs to get ahold of yourself and when you're not having them, you kinda wish you'd just break so they can take you away and it can be noodle-art and juiceboxes every day.
Quote from: navkat: navkat of...navkat! on March 28, 2013, 02:34:36 AM
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on March 27, 2013, 01:18:58 AM
So, panic attacks are something I get now. I'm annoyed at this fact.
I don't do anything nearly interesting enough to get them.
I guess I feel like I didn't earn them.
You never do. When you have them, you feel like a whiny pussy who needs to get ahold of yourself and when you're not having them, you kinda wish you'd just break so they can take you away and it can be noodle-art and juiceboxes every day.
I learned albuterol is a bad thing to use during one.
Also since that incident I can exercise without using it. It's like my lungs reset.
I apologize for my lack of presence lately. I will try and rectify that soon. But probably not this week.
So, it turns out my boss is sabotaging my attempts to find work elsewhere. I've just had an email from the school I'm applying to saying they cannot proceed until they get a reference from my employer.
She was asked for a reference nearly three weeks ago now.
Quote from: Cain on March 28, 2013, 10:36:02 AM
So, it turns out my boss is sabotaging my attempts to find work elsewhere. I've just had an email from the school I'm applying to saying they cannot proceed until they get a reference from my employer.
She was asked for a reference nearly three weeks ago now.
Have you applied at any schools in Canada?
Not yet. It may be next on the list. Though I'm hoping even if I am forced to stay here, I'll have my postgrad degree done in a maximum of two years, and then it wont matter if she sabotages me or not, because PhD track candidates aren't picked on the basis of what their useless line manager says.
That or I'll just request Blackwater liquidates her as part of my signing on contract.
Quote from: Cain on March 28, 2013, 03:25:23 PM
Not yet. It may be next on the list. Though I'm hoping even if I am forced to stay here, I'll have my postgrad degree done in a maximum of two years, and then it wont matter if she sabotages me or not, because PhD track candidates aren't picked on the basis of what their useless line manager says.
That or I'll just request Blackwater liquidates her as part of my signing on contract.
Toronto and BC are worth looking at, as is Alberta. Don't take any offers from anywhere else, it would be like living in York, only without the culture and sophistication you'd expect from York.
Thanks. I probably would have considered the first two, but likely not Alberta.
Quote from: Cain on March 28, 2013, 10:36:02 AM
So, it turns out my boss is sabotaging my attempts to find work elsewhere. I've just had an email from the school I'm applying to saying they cannot proceed until they get a reference from my employer.
She was asked for a reference nearly three weeks ago now.
What a dick.
Harumph.
Because JESUS, the offices will be closed tomorrow. Which makes today, unexpectedly, End of Quarter.
Which means there's a 107% chance someone's going to get a face full of UNEXPECTEDLY today.
Speaking of dicks, I recently found out that my most craziest stalker who hates me and wants to be me is trying to sabotage my professional reputation.
I don't think she'll have much luck, but jesus. I've been ignoring her for over a year, why is she even thinking about me?
I've confronted her. Got some lame excuse about iPads not always sending things by email properly...either way, I've forwaded on my emails and responses to her to the other school, so they can verify what she is saying.
This is exactly why every reference I have ever used is me with a sock over a spare mobile phone.
Another going away party at work today...
Quote from: Junkenstein on March 28, 2013, 05:50:02 PM
This is exactly why every reference I have ever used is me with a sock over a spare mobile phone.
It's tempting.
I also reckon she's playing for time, as she knows I have to give in my notice within 2 weeks.
The right side of my jaw just made the sound you hear when you pull a drumstick off a turkey. No pain, but I'm a little grossed out by my own head right now.
I might have a wee bit of a TMJ problem.
huh...
no sensation other than the sound? (which i'm sure resonated in your skull quite nicely)
weird.
Ex-husband's father has days to live. Fuck cancer right in the ear.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on March 28, 2013, 07:28:31 PM
Ex-husband's father has days to live. Fuck cancer right in the ear.
Ex-husband? Didn't you just get married?
TGRR,
Hopelessly lost.
Quote from: Cain on March 28, 2013, 06:32:41 PM
Quote from: Junkenstein on March 28, 2013, 05:50:02 PM
This is exactly why every reference I have ever used is me with a sock over a spare mobile phone.
It's tempting.
I also reckon she's playing for time, as she knows I have to give in my notice within 2 weeks.
Watch your back, the one time something comparable occurred I was shat on royally. I find it best to give employers as little notice and knowledge as possible about any future employment.
And too right fuck cancer. It's pretty universally shitty. Condolences.
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on March 28, 2013, 07:27:23 PM
huh...
no sensation other than the sound? (which i'm sure resonated in your skull quite nicely)
weird.
I should clarify that it also
felt like pulling the drumstick off a turkey.
"
crunch-
pop"
No pain, which probably (read: hopefully) means there's no injury. I might be unwittingly grinding my teeth in my sleep, though, if it's a chronic stiff jaw thing.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on March 28, 2013, 07:28:31 PM
Ex-husband's father has days to live. Fuck cancer right in the ear.
:sad: I'm sorry to hear that.
I'm sorry to hear that, QG. :( Fuck cancer +1.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on March 28, 2013, 07:28:31 PM
Ex-husband's father has days to live. Fuck cancer right in the ear.
Aw that sucks. :(
I found out I got made a moderator at OKC. :lol:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 28, 2013, 07:30:11 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on March 28, 2013, 07:28:31 PM
Ex-husband's father has days to live. Fuck cancer right in the ear.
Ex-husband? Didn't you just get married?
TGRR,
Hopelessly lost.
Second marriage. Kids are from the first. The Ex is also happily re-married and we all get along and confuse people.
Sorry to hear it gojira
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on March 28, 2013, 07:43:33 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 28, 2013, 07:30:11 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on March 28, 2013, 07:28:31 PM
Ex-husband's father has days to live. Fuck cancer right in the ear.
Ex-husband? Didn't you just get married?
TGRR,
Hopelessly lost.
Second marriage. Kids are from the first. The Ex is also happily re-married and we all get along and confuse people.
I bet that's successful as a troll, getting on with your ex well. :lol:
First full shift at the new job tomorrow. It's a soft opening for employees/friends/family, then the first day open to the public on sunday. They're not advertising it, hoping to ease the new crew and new menu in and do an advertised big grand re-opening next sunday (this location has been closed for a few months for renovation and major expansion). They've actually asked us not to post that we're open to the public this sunday on any social media, but I think it's gonna be an absolute shitshow anyway, and I'm quite looking forward to that. I've got the closing shift on sunday, 5pm to 2am, so I should be getting thrown right in the fire. I've also heard through the grapevine that our tipouts from the waitstaff and bartenders should average us an extra $4-$5 an hour, which is awfully nice. And they're still understaffed in the kitchen, which means probable overtime for the first couple weeks at least and a chance to impress and maybe end up being bumped up to be one of the new leads they're supposed to be selecting from the crew.
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 29, 2013, 07:39:07 AM
First full shift at the new job tomorrow. It's a soft opening for employees/friends/family, then the first day open to the public on sunday. They're not advertising it, hoping to ease the new crew and new menu in and do an advertised big grand re-opening next sunday (this location has been closed for a few months for renovation and major expansion). They've actually asked us not to post that we're open to the public this sunday on any social media, but I think it's gonna be an absolute shitshow anyway, and I'm quite looking forward to that. I've got the closing shift on sunday, 5pm to 2am, so I should be getting thrown right in the fire. I've also heard through the grapevine that our tipouts from the waitstaff and bartenders should average us an extra $4-$5 an hour, which is awfully nice. And they're still understaffed in the kitchen, which means probable overtime for the first couple weeks at least and a chance to impress and maybe end up being bumped up to be one of the new leads they're supposed to be selecting from the crew.
Good luck, ECH.
BLESSED ARE THE GODS OF ROADSIDE REFUSE, FOR THEY GIVE ME BACK MY STUFF.
Words are forming from my keyboard. Sadly unless I can figure out a way to make a story out of it no one shall ever see it. For if they do I would surely be sent to the padded room.
My brain is not a nice place today.
And I'm working. Alone. Again. Because someone didn't bother to schedule in anyone else to work with me tonight.
I'm really ready to quit this fucking place.
Man, some of my previous University essays were crap. I've been looking for some to possibly send in as part of my application, but the only good ones go well over the word limit. Just as well though, I've definitely gotten better at writing since then, and able to make more consistent and logical arguments besides.
God, don't you hate looking at old writing of yours? It so often makes me cringe to read my old writing.
Called out of work sick because co-worker came to work sick and spread the plague. We work with food, people. I got shit on. She probably won't. Tomorrow is some holiday or whatever so I'll get bitched out for calling out the day before a holiday and milking it for a two day weekend or whatever.
Applying for other jobs when my head isn't screaming like a jet engine eating a flock of pigeons.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on March 31, 2013, 12:08:04 AM
Called out of work sick because co-worker came to work sick and spread the plague. We work with food, people. I got shit on. She probably won't. Tomorrow is some holiday or whatever so I'll get bitched out for calling out the day before a holiday and milking it for a two day weekend or whatever.
Applying for other jobs when my head isn't screaming like a jet engine eating a flock of pigeons.
Yeah, you need to get out of that hellhole.
Loving the new job as a junkyard dog errr junkyard bear. The call me the enforcer. Apparently everyone loves me for being able to talk to black people, and is not afraid to take their shit. I'm going to miss this job if I get hired as a Drafter, and also when I take summer classes. My online card shop/pc store has been doing well. My wives credit got extended because we made 5k this month, and payed off all of over previous medical bills and school loans. There's this racial tension between the hispanic and black community at this recycle center. I've been helping everyone by telling them to take this metal back use these home remedies to remove all this rust, and sell like new to people. I've given all the regulars my cell number so they can bring me all their PC's they find. I promised to give them 50% of what each processor, Hard Drive, and memory they bring me. They can also keep the cases so they can salvage them. So far I've been brought a few Core 2 Duo's ,and Quad Cores, and all the P4 Intel Chips I can eat. I've lost another 10 lbs in 3 days from being on my feet for 9 hrs. Also I just come home,shower,dinner, and sleep. I don't eat breakfast, and lunch is usually tons of propel vitamin water, and a multi-vitamin. So I fast for 15 Hours?
Quote from: /b/earman on March 31, 2013, 04:30:46 AM
Loving the new job as a junkyard dog errr junkyard bear. The call me the enforcer. Apparently everyone loves me for being able to talk to black people, and is not afraid to take their shit.
Well, see, you're Hispanic or something. White people generally shit themselves in the presence of Black folks. Not everyone, but that's how you bet.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 31, 2013, 04:46:10 AM
Quote from: /b/earman on March 31, 2013, 04:30:46 AM
Loving the new job as a junkyard dog errr junkyard bear. The call me the enforcer. Apparently everyone loves me for being able to talk to black people, and is not afraid to take their shit.
Well, see, you're Hispanic or something. White people generally shit themselves in the presence of Black folks. Not everyone, but that's how you bet.
I got everyone calling me Big Dawg, Big Boy, Heavy J, Boss Jman. My favorite quote from the regulars have been "This young cat can jive; I like him ya fire him, and I'm taking this shit somewhere else."
Quote from: Balls Wellington on March 29, 2013, 07:39:07 AM
First full shift at the new job tomorrow. It's a soft opening for employees/friends/family, then the first day open to the public on sunday. They're not advertising it, hoping to ease the new crew and new menu in and do an advertised big grand re-opening next sunday (this location has been closed for a few months for renovation and major expansion). They've actually asked us not to post that we're open to the public this sunday on any social media, but I think it's gonna be an absolute shitshow anyway, and I'm quite looking forward to that. I've got the closing shift on sunday, 5pm to 2am, so I should be getting thrown right in the fire. I've also heard through the grapevine that our tipouts from the waitstaff and bartenders should average us an extra $4-$5 an hour, which is awfully nice. And they're still understaffed in the kitchen, which means probable overtime for the first couple weeks at least and a chance to impress and maybe end up being bumped up to be one of the new leads they're supposed to be selecting from the crew.
Have fun and show them what!
Quote from: /b/earman on March 31, 2013, 04:30:46 AM
Loving the new job as a junkyard dog errr junkyard bear. The call me the enforcer. Apparently everyone loves me for being able to talk to black people, and is not afraid to take their shit. I'm going to miss this job if I get hired as a Drafter, and also when I take summer classes. My online card shop/pc store has been doing well. My wives credit got extended because we made 5k this month, and payed off all of over previous medical bills and school loans. There's this racial tension between the hispanic and black community at this recycle center. I've been helping everyone by telling them to take this metal back use these home remedies to remove all this rust, and sell like new to people. I've given all the regulars my cell number so they can bring me all their PC's they find. I promised to give them 50% of what each processor, Hard Drive, and memory they bring me. They can also keep the cases so they can salvage them. So far I've been brought a few Core 2 Duo's ,and Quad Cores, and all the P4 Intel Chips I can eat. I've lost another 10 lbs in 3 days from being on my feet for 9 hrs. Also I just come home,shower,dinner, and sleep. I don't eat breakfast, and lunch is usually tons of propel vitamin water, and a multi-vitamin. So I fast for 15 Hours?
That sounds like a pretty sweet gig!
I make sure no one steals, and direct the trucks to dump their scrap. Basically If I find something they dump I tell them how to fix it, or clean it. Don't need these people getting ripped off. It's only $10/hr I only took the gig because a agency needed someone A.S.A.P. right now they're getting me a drafting position. I can blueprint read God damn it. I'm a fucking neckbeard who loves to tinker. I'm getting 60 hours a week. So I can't complain. The downside I'm getting fucking darker, and covered in grime and dust. The head boss man was on my ass for being late from lunch LOL 5 mins. He told me you know what happens if you're late again? I said you're going to cry some more. All the other guys laughed. He was trying to hide his stupid smirk.
Quote from: /b/earman on March 31, 2013, 05:00:28 AM
I make sure no one steals, and direct the trucks to dump their scrap. Basically If I find something they dump I tell them how to fix it, or clean it. Don't need these people getting ripped off. It's only $10/hr I only took the gig because a agency needed someone A.S.A.P. right now they're getting me a drafting position. I can blueprint read God damn it. I'm a fucking neckbeard who loves to tinker. I'm getting 60 hours a week. So I can't complain. The downside I'm getting fucking darker, and covered in grime and dust. The head boss man was on my ass for being late from lunch LOL 5 mins. He told me you know what happens if you're late again? I said you're going to cry some more. All the other guys laughed. He was trying to hide his stupid smirk.
That was kind of an important test, both for you and for him.
You didn't take any shit, and he isn't actually a little tin God.
I wrote a poem for the first time in 6 years.
is in bring and brag.
Quote from: Pixie on March 31, 2013, 05:10:43 AM
I wrote a poem for the first time in 6 years.
is in bring and brag.
Just finished it. Very nice.
I like the original version. Sometimes clunk is good.
Imma record both versions as spoken-word and see how they work.
comes in at under 4 mins to speak the second version, and so I am considering actually performing it live.
I'm excited but can't share it publicly on my FB because the last verse is about my usually liberal mum, and is a bit snarky.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 31, 2013, 04:46:10 AM
Quote from: /b/earman on March 31, 2013, 04:30:46 AM
Loving the new job as a junkyard dog errr junkyard bear. The call me the enforcer. Apparently everyone loves me for being able to talk to black people, and is not afraid to take their shit.
Well, see, you're Hispanic or something. White people generally shit themselves in the presence of Black folks. Not everyone, but that's how you bet.
This is true, and I don't understand it. I mean, if all you ever watch is Fox News maybe, but I have seen people more sophisticated than that squirm like weird little worms around a majority of a different color. I'm glad I didn't have that problem yesterday when I got off at the wrong train station and found myself on MLK Blvd in Harlem, needing to ask directions. Nobody looked at me like I didn't belong there so why would I look at myself that way?
Quote from: Pixie on March 31, 2013, 05:25:29 AM
Imma record both versions as spoken-word and see how they work.
comes in at under 4 mins to speak the second version, and so I am considering actually performing it live.
I'm excited but can't share it publicly on my FB because the last verse is about my usually liberal mum, and is a bit snarky.
I really want to hear it as spoken-word!
I am having mental issues relating to flashbacks of "my perfect childhood", today. My mother texted to let me know one of my high school classmates has kidnapped a 13-year-old and disappeared.
The only time I ever hear about any of the people I went to school with is when it's my mother texting me to tell me something horrible has happened. All the smart kids got the fuck out. The rest are dead, in jail, or kidnapping teenagers and disappearing.
And then she asks me why I'm not coming home to visit and why I won't go to class reunions and why haven't I married some nice man and settled down to start shitting out the fifteen children I need to birth before I'm a real woman?
I cannot describe the fetid mass of horror swirling around in my brain but it smells like silage and pig shit and teen spirit.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on March 31, 2013, 08:29:02 AM
I am having mental issues relating to flashbacks of "my perfect childhood", today. My mother texted to let me know one of my high school classmates has kidnapped a 13-year-old and disappeared.
The only time I ever hear about any of the people I went to school with is when it's my mother texting me to tell me something horrible has happened. All the smart kids got the fuck out. The rest are dead, in jail, or kidnapping teenagers and disappearing.
And then she asks me why I'm not coming home to visit and why I won't go to class reunions and why haven't I married some nice man and settled down to start shitting out the fifteen children I need to birth before I'm a real woman?
I cannot describe the fetid mass of horror swirling around in my brain but it smells like silage and pig shit and teen spirit.
Tell her the voices said no.
And you're waiting for THEIR instructions, nowadays.
I think I get to have my dreams come true and I get to move out into the middle of nowhere surrounded by trees and quiet.
The first time I read Transmet and saw how badly Spider wanted to get back to that mountain I just nodded. That's all I want, a small piece of land, and the means to keep it.
3-5 years and it will be mine. Then I can live wherever the hell I want for as long as I feel like it and always have a place to come back to, in the trees, in the quiet.
When the world melts and Alaska turns into an oasis, you'll all be welcome to rebuild society in our image. Our horrible, horrible image.
Someone today told me that I am not a horrible bastard, but merely outspoken. But he hasn't seen me with no sleep, sober, and dealing with some piece of human filth. Or shopping for cheese.
As I inch my way toward a business degree I can't help but laugh my ass off.
This curriculum was probably totally relevent about 15 years ago, but, uh, let me tell you, the whole transition from VHS to DVD is fascinating, no please tell me more about laserdisc. Perhaps you've heard of MP3s. Other than that it's all buzzwords and a flimsy rubber stamp of legitimacy.
I should have stuck with biology, someday...
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on March 31, 2013, 08:42:58 AM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on March 31, 2013, 08:29:02 AM
I am having mental issues relating to flashbacks of "my perfect childhood", today. My mother texted to let me know one of my high school classmates has kidnapped a 13-year-old and disappeared.
The only time I ever hear about any of the people I went to school with is when it's my mother texting me to tell me something horrible has happened. All the smart kids got the fuck out. The rest are dead, in jail, or kidnapping teenagers and disappearing.
And then she asks me why I'm not coming home to visit and why I won't go to class reunions and why haven't I married some nice man and settled down to start shitting out the fifteen children I need to birth before I'm a real woman?
I cannot describe the fetid mass of horror swirling around in my brain but it smells like silage and pig shit and teen spirit.
Tell her the voices said no.
And you're waiting for THEIR instructions, nowadays.
That's the plan. I don't know if she'll be able to hear me from the bottom of that bottle she's in, though.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 31, 2013, 05:47:13 AM
Quote from: Pixie on March 31, 2013, 05:25:29 AM
Imma record both versions as spoken-word and see how they work.
comes in at under 4 mins to speak the second version, and so I am considering actually performing it live.
I'm excited but can't share it publicly on my FB because the last verse is about my usually liberal mum, and is a bit snarky.
I really want to hear it as spoken-word!
I am excited about writing something this political and doing it slam-poetry style. And I realise that it will be the first time any of you spags has heard me speak.
No it won't. I still have "please god, no more alcohol" etched in my brain :lulz:
:cpd: :cpd: :cpd: :cpd: :cpd: :cpd: :cpd: :cpd: :cpd: :cpd:
Know how I know I'm sick and the medicine is working? People are saying stupid shit on the internets and I'm correcting them like it matters. AHAHAHA HAHA HA!
Some chick is telling some gullible idiot that "Black Widows and Brown Recluses (Hobo Spiders) are very shy. You have to work to get bitten by one."
Uh, no. Not really. 1.) Brown Recluses and Hobos are two different species. 2.) Hobo Spiders' nickname is "The Aggressive Spider". They will attack yo ass instead of run away. 3.) Just because your husband roots around under houses ALL DAY LONG as a pest control and only gets minor bites a few dozen times a year from house spiders does not make YOU an expert.
So HAH.
:winner:
This post brought to you by sleep deprivation and Percocet.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on March 30, 2013, 11:11:04 PM
God, don't you hate looking at old writing of yours? It so often makes me cringe to read my old writing.
Yeah, it's not fun.
One was clearly written while sleep deprived, as I found several dozen typos and repeated words.
Also, I'm meant to be writing that essay, but instead I've spent most of the day reading the personal blog of the chief foreign editor at Hürriyet, one of Turkey's largest newspapers. It's in English, which is nice, because it's hard to get good sources on news in Turkey that are not in Turkish or German.
It occurs to me that it is probably a good thing Turkey is not part of the EU, as with the amount of suspicious deaths and scandals that happen there, Belgium would be made jealous.
Augh. I have a cold and am groggy as fuck.
GOOD THING FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL IS TOMORROW.
So I'm crashing at my mates tonight then tomorrow we're off on a mission to find this fucking insane looking island!
(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOpBye2OBvo/TWhSoxRHEmI/AAAAAAAADYY/mVolQUfsGhs/s1600/staffa1.JPG)
(http://mylondondiary.co.uk/2008/08/iona/20080813-d0249-Edit.jpg)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Staffa (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Staffa)
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on March 31, 2013, 04:43:16 PM
So I'm crashing at my mates tonight then tomorrow we're off on a mission to find this fucking insane looking island!
(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOpBye2OBvo/TWhSoxRHEmI/AAAAAAAADYY/mVolQUfsGhs/s1600/staffa1.JPG)
(http://mylondondiary.co.uk/2008/08/iona/20080813-d0249-Edit.jpg)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Staffa (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Staffa)
FUCKING
COLUMNARJOINTEDBASALT!(http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/Smileys/default/emot-hawaaaafap.gif)
And weird as FUCK. :fap:
That looks totally awesome!
I made grapefruit sorbet and oh my god. So delicious.
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 02:53:25 AM
I made grapefruit sorbet and oh my god. So delicious.
Are you sure it's delicious? Everything that grapefruit touches turns to evil.
I love grapefruit, it's delicious!
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on April 01, 2013, 03:54:21 AM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 02:53:25 AM
I made grapefruit sorbet and oh my god. So delicious.
Are you sure it's delicious? Everything that grapefruit touches turns to evil.
Very, very sure. I made about six cups of it and I'm struggling to restrain myself from eating all of it before I go to bed. This is normally not a problem, even with other things I love.
Most people are spending their Easter with family, eating chocolate and watching films on TV.
Not me. I'm engaging in a Game of Thrones marathon before I watch the season three premiere (spoiler: Snape kills Dumbledore).
(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jIh-pbxCOP4/T_DtfCT35YI/AAAAAAAAAew/EJPmzecoAYg/s1600/hodor.jpg)
Also waiting for Season Three to set a new low in idiots screeching on the internet about George RR Martin killed their puppy, morality pet, belief in the inherent goodness of man favourite character.
My brother and his wife sent Mrs LMNO and myself an Easter card.
Consider:
Two Scientologists sent two agnostics a card celebrating Christianity that was borrowed from some Norse goddess.
:dream:
Hey, TGRR's work internet is down. Let us hold a vigil for our fallen brother.
:emo:
:dok:
He says he's gonna write anyway and post it later.
Thanks for the heads up, Nigel - LOBB was the first thing I looked for.
Bermuda grass is an evil, ugly alien life form. You have to get all of the rhizomes, down to the last section, or it will invade and strangle everything in a given area.
I can sympathise. Ever since our system updated, my internet will spazz out once every couple of weeks, and leave me unable to get online for half a day.
Half done on my essay. Finally getting somewhere, though I'm worried I may be putting down my main argument too early in the piece. Here's a sample for you spags:
QuoteHere we see violence and politics being added to our understanding of terrorism. It should be noted that by Schmid's research, violence/force and political have the two highest proportions of frequency in definitions of terrorism offered. Nevertheless, some scholars, such as Hoffman, have urged caution at using the historical understanding of terrorism as a starting point, as "uselessly anachronistic," because the Terror was "an instrument of governance wielded by the recently established revolutionary state."
Thus Hoffman is suggesting that modern day terrorism is not carried out by the state. This assertion seems to have some backing in the study of terrorism, as "it is unreasonable to insist on encompassing analyses of the complex processes of and implications of both regimes of terror and factional terrorism as a mode of struggle in the same covers."
The problem with this assertion relates to what Jason Franks calls the "orthodox terrorism theory" discourse. By assuming a priori that the state cannot or should not be analysed as a potential terrorist actor, a distinction is made between the state as an actor and sub-state groups, and this distinction rests on the legitimacy of the state relative to the sub-state group. While state mechanisms of force are accepted as legitimate, due to the Weberian understanding of the state as the entity holding the monopoly on the legitimate use of force, terrorist groups reject state legitimacy in the first place, thus leading to "a cycle of violence that can be characterised by a protracted and intractable conflict over legitimacy."
Because of this, terrorism as a term is frequently used in the literature to describe acts of violence perpetrated against the established legitimate government, and not by it. Franks concedes that orthodox terrorism theory "does expound state terrorism", this is rarely referred to or employed consistently, due to the theory being "employed [...] to legitimise state violence whilst simultaneously delegitimising the use of political violence by opposition movements."
Also finding some amusing contradictions in the literature. Most of the "serious" political scientists are adamant that the Red Brigades were middle class, bourgeois student delinquents, sociologists and criminologists insist that they were blue and white collar factory workers who arose from study groups that discussed Marxism and militant unionism.
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 05:14:41 PM
Bermuda grass is an evil, ugly alien life form. You have to get all of the rhizomes, down to the last section, or it will invade and strangle everything in a given area.
at least it can be passed of as intentionally planted.
dallisgrass is the devil of grasses afaict.
I went on a six-mile hike the other day. On an island, with nothing but wilderness all around. At the end of the trail, on the westernmost tip of the island, I found a small potted plant.
Should I be afraid?
Unless you found a foot next to it (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salish_Sea_human_foot_discoveries), I think you're OK.
Well now you know what you have to do.
Quote from: Cain on April 01, 2013, 05:59:40 PM
Unless you found a foot next to it (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salish_Sea_human_foot_discoveries), I think you're OK.
:horrormirth:
Gotta love the Salish Sea.
When I was pregnant with EFO, I wrote a poem about disarticulated feet.
Pregnancy hormones, or something.
I'd like to further mention that the potted plant was on the trail in the woods... nowhere near the water line. It could not have been washed ashore.
Either someone hiked a potted plant out into the woods, or...
Yeah, I don't really have an "or" for this.
Or the plant hiked itself.
WHO IS WATERING PLANT?
I'm assuming you're talking about Sauvie Island, and that's a weird scenario.
however...
It would be SO MUCH WEIRDER if you were talking about Government Island.
So, something happend over the weekend, and it wouldn't have without this board.
My Brother-In-Law was in town to see my show on Saturday, and his wife and Mrs LMNO and I went out to eat and have a few drinks. Now, I get along with him; he's about 7 years younger, ex-marine, tattoo junkie, and a pretty stand up guy. He does sort of revel in "white trash" cliches, though, and tends to promote an "I'm cool because I'm dumb" sort of attitude (even though he can be pretty damn smart when he wants to be).
So that's why I was kind of surprised when, after I had dropped a comment about never really liking basketball, he said, "yeah, it's boring. Sometimes I call it [looks around furtively] 'Nigger Tennis'." Then he giggled. The two women nervously chuckled, in that "well, this is awkward" sort of way, and looked guilty and embarrassed.
That's where PD got involved. I instantly flashed to the conversations we've had here, not only about race, but about what is Right To Do when you encounter it. So rather than clear my throat, change the topic, and give him a pass, I said, "I don't think you looked around enough right then. Because you didn't see me standing right here. That was Not Cool." Then I changed the subject and had a sip of my beer.
I don't think it will change his behavior, except that he probably won't say that kind of shit around me anymore. But I didn't feel that slimy residual guilt/shame that happens when I do the "don't want to start something, just ignore it" dance.
So thanks, PD. I feel like you've helped me make myself a better person.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 01, 2013, 07:29:51 PM
So, something happend over the weekend, and it wouldn't have without this board.
My Brother-In-Law was in town to see my show on Saturday, and his wife and Mrs LMNO and I went out to eat and have a few drinks. Now, I get along with him; he's about 7 years younger, ex-marine, tattoo junkie, and a pretty stand up guy. He does sort of revel in "white trash" cliches, though, and tends to promote an "I'm cool because I'm dumb" sort of attitude (even though he can be pretty damn smart when he wants to be).
So that's why I was kind of surprised when, after I had dropped a comment about never really liking basketball, he said, "yeah, it's boring. Sometimes I call it [looks around furtively] 'Nigger Tennis'." Then he giggled. The two women nervously chuckled, in that "well, this is awkward" sort of way, and looked guilty and embarrassed.
That's where PD got involved. I instantly flashed to the conversations we've had here, not only about race, but about what is Right To Do when you encounter it. So rather than clear my throat, change the topic, and give him a pass, I said, "I don't think you looked around enough right then. Because you didn't see me standing right here. That was Not Cool." Then I changed the subject and had a sip of my beer.
I don't think it will change his behavior, except that he probably won't say that kind of shit around me anymore. But I didn't feel that slimy residual guilt/shame that happens when I do the "don't want to start something, just ignore it" dance.
So thanks, PD. I feel like you've helped me make myself a better person.
Well done.
And my interbutts have risen from the dead, stronger than ever. The computer, however, is groaning about "brains", and I have to smack it with a wrench now and again.
Also, 3 chapters added to LOBB.
Sometimes that's all you can do, LMNO. I'm glad hear the conversation, fraught or not, helped. :)
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 01, 2013, 05:28:28 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 05:14:41 PM
Bermuda grass is an evil, ugly alien life form. You have to get all of the rhizomes, down to the last section, or it will invade and strangle everything in a given area.
at least it can be passed of as intentionally planted.
dallisgrass is the devil of grasses afaict.
It seems to be the grass of choice out here. Which makes sense, since it's nearly impossible to kill and the Fresno sun is murderous. We've tried everything, and the only way is to yank it out the hard way. I should dig a trench between my garden and the lawn, such as it is, to prevent it from invading.
Idiot Boss is demanding more stupid changes to things he already greenlit.
I want him to get hit by buses. ALL THE BUSES.
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 08:21:48 PM
Sometimes that's all you can do, LMNO. I'm glad hear the conversation, fraught or not, helped. :)
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 01, 2013, 05:28:28 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 05:14:41 PM
Bermuda grass is an evil, ugly alien life form. You have to get all of the rhizomes, down to the last section, or it will invade and strangle everything in a given area.
at least it can be passed of as intentionally planted.
dallisgrass is the devil of grasses afaict.
It seems to be the grass of choice out here. Which makes sense, since it's nearly impossible to kill and the Fresno sun is murderous. We've tried everything, and the only way is to yank it out the hard way. I should dig a trench between my garden and the lawn, such as it is, to prevent it from invading.
:lulz:
Grass.
:lulz:
Well, I can see that this is going to be one of those slow days on PD. Given that, I think I'll write a little more for tomorrow.
I'll be back later on.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 01, 2013, 08:33:01 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 08:21:48 PM
Sometimes that's all you can do, LMNO. I'm glad hear the conversation, fraught or not, helped. :)
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 01, 2013, 05:28:28 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 05:14:41 PM
Bermuda grass is an evil, ugly alien life form. You have to get all of the rhizomes, down to the last section, or it will invade and strangle everything in a given area.
at least it can be passed of as intentionally planted.
dallisgrass is the devil of grasses afaict.
It seems to be the grass of choice out here. Which makes sense, since it's nearly impossible to kill and the Fresno sun is murderous. We've tried everything, and the only way is to yank it out the hard way. I should dig a trench between my garden and the lawn, such as it is, to prevent it from invading.
:lulz:
Grass.
:lulz:
Yeah, well, we're not
quite a desert out here. Although I'm not sure that the grinding Sun of Tucson would kill it. We've tried to kill it before by not watering. Alas.
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 09:57:56 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 01, 2013, 08:33:01 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 08:21:48 PM
Sometimes that's all you can do, LMNO. I'm glad hear the conversation, fraught or not, helped. :)
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 01, 2013, 05:28:28 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 05:14:41 PM
Bermuda grass is an evil, ugly alien life form. You have to get all of the rhizomes, down to the last section, or it will invade and strangle everything in a given area.
at least it can be passed of as intentionally planted.
dallisgrass is the devil of grasses afaict.
It seems to be the grass of choice out here. Which makes sense, since it's nearly impossible to kill and the Fresno sun is murderous. We've tried everything, and the only way is to yank it out the hard way. I should dig a trench between my garden and the lawn, such as it is, to prevent it from invading.
:lulz:
Grass.
:lulz:
Yeah, well, we're not quite a desert out here. Although I'm not sure that the grinding Sun of Tucson would kill it. We've tried to kill it before by not watering. Alas.
In Tucson itself, we have weeds, but that's because Tucson is basically a bowl.
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 09:57:56 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 01, 2013, 08:33:01 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 08:21:48 PM
Sometimes that's all you can do, LMNO. I'm glad hear the conversation, fraught or not, helped. :)
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 01, 2013, 05:28:28 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 05:14:41 PM
Bermuda grass is an evil, ugly alien life form. You have to get all of the rhizomes, down to the last section, or it will invade and strangle everything in a given area.
at least it can be passed of as intentionally planted.
dallisgrass is the devil of grasses afaict.
It seems to be the grass of choice out here. Which makes sense, since it's nearly impossible to kill and the Fresno sun is murderous. We've tried everything, and the only way is to yank it out the hard way. I should dig a trench between my garden and the lawn, such as it is, to prevent it from invading.
:lulz:
Grass.
:lulz:
Yeah, well, we're not quite a desert out here. Although I'm not sure that the grinding Sun of Tucson would kill it. We've tried to kill it before by not watering. Alas.
you know what kills it? shade.
i don't know if it's SOP where you are, but here, when they plant a suburb, they make sure the land is flat and treeless, then sprinkle house seeds on the ground, and then put Bermuda sod around them. then, in order to say that the lots have trees, they plop some quick growing saplings on each yard, and the grass looks fine. then after a decade or so, the trees are big enough to provide shade, and the bermuda flees the shadow of it in terror, clinging doggedly to the sunny spots in the yard. then the homeowner either figures out that he has to have more than one type of grass, or goes mad trying to make it grow where it doesn't want to.
You know what kills it?
(http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa417/DoktorHowl/rogface1-1.png)
Just discovered that if my county was an independent country, it would have the second or third highest gun ownership per capita in the world, roughly equivalent (54 per 100 inhabitants, but the number of unlicensed weapons could make it higher) to Yemen and behind only the US.
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 02, 2013, 03:50:00 AM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 09:57:56 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 01, 2013, 08:33:01 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 08:21:48 PM
Sometimes that's all you can do, LMNO. I'm glad hear the conversation, fraught or not, helped. :)
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 01, 2013, 05:28:28 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 05:14:41 PM
Bermuda grass is an evil, ugly alien life form. You have to get all of the rhizomes, down to the last section, or it will invade and strangle everything in a given area.
at least it can be passed of as intentionally planted.
dallisgrass is the devil of grasses afaict.
It seems to be the grass of choice out here. Which makes sense, since it's nearly impossible to kill and the Fresno sun is murderous. We've tried everything, and the only way is to yank it out the hard way. I should dig a trench between my garden and the lawn, such as it is, to prevent it from invading.
:lulz:
Grass.
:lulz:
Yeah, well, we're not quite a desert out here. Although I'm not sure that the grinding Sun of Tucson would kill it. We've tried to kill it before by not watering. Alas.
you know what kills it? shade.
i don't know if it's SOP where you are, but here, when they plant a suburb, they make sure the land is flat and treeless, then sprinkle house seeds on the ground, and then put Bermuda sod around them. then, in order to say that the lots have trees, they plop some quick growing saplings on each yard, and the grass looks fine. then after a decade or so, the trees are big enough to provide shade, and the bermuda flees the shadow of it in terror, clinging doggedly to the sunny spots in the yard. then the homeowner either figures out that he has to have more than one type of grass, or goes mad trying to make it grow where it doesn't want to.
They do that here with St. Augustine grass, and St. Augustine LIKES shade.
Developers just don't want any shade outside or people might SIT OUT THERE IN LAWN CHAIRS and RUN PROPERTY VALUES DOWN.
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on April 02, 2013, 06:01:24 AM
Just discovered that if my county was an independent country, it would have the second or third highest gun ownership per capita in the world, roughly equivalent (54 per 100 inhabitants, but the number of unlicensed weapons could make it higher) to Yemen and behind only the US.
SHOOT THE GRASS!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 02, 2013, 02:57:11 PM
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on April 02, 2013, 06:01:24 AM
Just discovered that if my county was an independent country, it would have the second or third highest gun ownership per capita in the world, roughly equivalent (54 per 100 inhabitants, but the number of unlicensed weapons could make it higher) to Yemen and behind only the US.
SHOOT THE GRASS!
I support both this idea, and your new avatar.
Quote from: Balls Wellington on April 01, 2013, 06:28:29 PM
I'm assuming you're talking about Sauvie Island, and that's a weird scenario.
however...
It would be SO MUCH WEIRDER if you were talking about Government Island.
It's the West end of Hayden Island.
I swear people actually wait until the final hour to bring me problems.
Talk about nurturing your inner sutcliffe.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 01, 2013, 07:29:51 PM
So, something happend over the weekend, and it wouldn't have without this board.
My Brother-In-Law was in town to see my show on Saturday, and his wife and Mrs LMNO and I went out to eat and have a few drinks. Now, I get along with him; he's about 7 years younger, ex-marine, tattoo junkie, and a pretty stand up guy. He does sort of revel in "white trash" cliches, though, and tends to promote an "I'm cool because I'm dumb" sort of attitude (even though he can be pretty damn smart when he wants to be).
So that's why I was kind of surprised when, after I had dropped a comment about never really liking basketball, he said, "yeah, it's boring. Sometimes I call it [looks around furtively] 'Nigger Tennis'." Then he giggled. The two women nervously chuckled, in that "well, this is awkward" sort of way, and looked guilty and embarrassed.
That's where PD got involved. I instantly flashed to the conversations we've had here, not only about race, but about what is Right To Do when you encounter it. So rather than clear my throat, change the topic, and give him a pass, I said, "I don't think you looked around enough right then. Because you didn't see me standing right here. That was Not Cool." Then I changed the subject and had a sip of my beer.
I don't think it will change his behavior, except that he probably won't say that kind of shit around me anymore. But I didn't feel that slimy residual guilt/shame that happens when I do the "don't want to start something, just ignore it" dance.
So thanks, PD. I feel like you've helped me make myself a better person.
:awesome:
Even if it doesn't change the world, it will at least make it a slightly nicer place for you personally to live in.
It probably will change the world, though. never underestimate the power of social pressure.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 01, 2013, 08:15:40 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 01, 2013, 07:29:51 PM
So, something happend over the weekend, and it wouldn't have without this board.
My Brother-In-Law was in town to see my show on Saturday, and his wife and Mrs LMNO and I went out to eat and have a few drinks. Now, I get along with him; he's about 7 years younger, ex-marine, tattoo junkie, and a pretty stand up guy. He does sort of revel in "white trash" cliches, though, and tends to promote an "I'm cool because I'm dumb" sort of attitude (even though he can be pretty damn smart when he wants to be).
So that's why I was kind of surprised when, after I had dropped a comment about never really liking basketball, he said, "yeah, it's boring. Sometimes I call it [looks around furtively] 'Nigger Tennis'." Then he giggled. The two women nervously chuckled, in that "well, this is awkward" sort of way, and looked guilty and embarrassed.
That's where PD got involved. I instantly flashed to the conversations we've had here, not only about race, but about what is Right To Do when you encounter it. So rather than clear my throat, change the topic, and give him a pass, I said, "I don't think you looked around enough right then. Because you didn't see me standing right here. That was Not Cool." Then I changed the subject and had a sip of my beer.
I don't think it will change his behavior, except that he probably won't say that kind of shit around me anymore. But I didn't feel that slimy residual guilt/shame that happens when I do the "don't want to start something, just ignore it" dance.
So thanks, PD. I feel like you've helped me make myself a better person.
Well done.
And my interbutts have risen from the dead, stronger than ever. The computer, however, is groaning about "brains", and I have to smack it with a wrench now and again.
Also, 3 chapters added to LOBB.
FUCK YEAH!
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 02, 2013, 03:50:00 AM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 09:57:56 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 01, 2013, 08:33:01 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 08:21:48 PM
Sometimes that's all you can do, LMNO. I'm glad hear the conversation, fraught or not, helped. :)
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 01, 2013, 05:28:28 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 05:14:41 PM
Bermuda grass is an evil, ugly alien life form. You have to get all of the rhizomes, down to the last section, or it will invade and strangle everything in a given area.
at least it can be passed of as intentionally planted.
dallisgrass is the devil of grasses afaict.
It seems to be the grass of choice out here. Which makes sense, since it's nearly impossible to kill and the Fresno sun is murderous. We've tried everything, and the only way is to yank it out the hard way. I should dig a trench between my garden and the lawn, such as it is, to prevent it from invading.
:lulz:
Grass.
:lulz:
Yeah, well, we're not quite a desert out here. Although I'm not sure that the grinding Sun of Tucson would kill it. We've tried to kill it before by not watering. Alas.
you know what kills it? shade.
i don't know if it's SOP where you are, but here, when they plant a suburb, they make sure the land is flat and treeless, then sprinkle house seeds on the ground, and then put Bermuda sod around them. then, in order to say that the lots have trees, they plop some quick growing saplings on each yard, and the grass looks fine. then after a decade or so, the trees are big enough to provide shade, and the bermuda flees the shadow of it in terror, clinging doggedly to the sunny spots in the yard. then the homeowner either figures out that he has to have more than one type of grass, or goes mad trying to make it grow where it doesn't want to.
That makes sense, because I'm all "what is 'Bermuda grass'?" :?
I don't think it lives here. It probably died of depression.
So, after nearly three weeks, I'm back in the land of "people who can use a debit card."
Thanks Obama!, giant transnational banking corporations often described as "too big to fail" and thus able to not only engage in acts of obvious illegality but also fuck over their customers,. backers of Obama.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 01, 2013, 07:29:51 PM
So, something happend over the weekend, and it wouldn't have without this board.
My Brother-In-Law was in town to see my show on Saturday, and his wife and Mrs LMNO and I went out to eat and have a few drinks. Now, I get along with him; he's about 7 years younger, ex-marine, tattoo junkie, and a pretty stand up guy. He does sort of revel in "white trash" cliches, though, and tends to promote an "I'm cool because I'm dumb" sort of attitude (even though he can be pretty damn smart when he wants to be).
So that's why I was kind of surprised when, after I had dropped a comment about never really liking basketball, he said, "yeah, it's boring. Sometimes I call it [looks around furtively] 'Nigger Tennis'." Then he giggled. The two women nervously chuckled, in that "well, this is awkward" sort of way, and looked guilty and embarrassed.
That's where PD got involved. I instantly flashed to the conversations we've had here, not only about race, but about what is Right To Do when you encounter it. So rather than clear my throat, change the topic, and give him a pass, I said, "I don't think you looked around enough right then. Because you didn't see me standing right here. That was Not Cool." Then I changed the subject and had a sip of my beer.
I don't think it will change his behavior, except that he probably won't say that kind of shit around me anymore. But I didn't feel that slimy residual guilt/shame that happens when I do the "don't want to start something, just ignore it" dance.
So thanks, PD. I feel like you've helped me make myself a better person.
cool. I am waiting for the time when someone says something like that in my house, and I can say "I don't tolerate that shit in my home. get the fuck out and don't come back till you can keep your shitty opinions to yourself" and frogmarch them out the door.
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 02, 2013, 03:50:00 AM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 09:57:56 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 01, 2013, 08:33:01 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 08:21:48 PM
Sometimes that's all you can do, LMNO. I'm glad hear the conversation, fraught or not, helped. :)
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 01, 2013, 05:28:28 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 05:14:41 PM
Bermuda grass is an evil, ugly alien life form. You have to get all of the rhizomes, down to the last section, or it will invade and strangle everything in a given area.
at least it can be passed of as intentionally planted.
dallisgrass is the devil of grasses afaict.
It seems to be the grass of choice out here. Which makes sense, since it's nearly impossible to kill and the Fresno sun is murderous. We've tried everything, and the only way is to yank it out the hard way. I should dig a trench between my garden and the lawn, such as it is, to prevent it from invading.
:lulz:
Grass.
:lulz:
Yeah, well, we're not quite a desert out here. Although I'm not sure that the grinding Sun of Tucson would kill it. We've tried to kill it before by not watering. Alas.
you know what kills it? shade.
i don't know if it's SOP where you are, but here, when they plant a suburb, they make sure the land is flat and treeless, then sprinkle house seeds on the ground, and then put Bermuda sod around them. then, in order to say that the lots have trees, they plop some quick growing saplings on each yard, and the grass looks fine. then after a decade or so, the trees are big enough to provide shade, and the bermuda flees the shadow of it in terror, clinging doggedly to the sunny spots in the yard. then the homeowner either figures out that he has to have more than one type of grass, or goes mad trying to make it grow where it doesn't want to.
Yeah, no, that doesn't work. We've torn out the entire front lawn and covered it with shade cloth and two inches of bark and it
still thrives. Anytime we have to pull up the cloth to relay/replace it, we have to pull out a disgusting network of ghostly pale roots. It also survives boiling water. The leaves don't, of course, but it's back in full strength in a week or two.
Nigel, this (https://sphotos-b.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/539221_10152095598921515_902107528_n.jpg) is Bermudagrass.
Chlorine.
9,005,324 World War I casualties can't be wrong!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 02, 2013, 04:43:39 PM
Chlorine.
9,005,324 World War I casualties can't be wrong!
:horrormirth:
Actually, the area that I'm currently digging up is going be a garden, so anything seriously chemical isn't that great of an idea. I'll just have to be super thorough and shade cloth (for the purpose of being a barrier) the edge of the thing to keep that shit out.
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 02, 2013, 04:39:04 PM
Yeah, no, that doesn't work. We've torn out the entire front lawn and covered it with shade cloth and two inches of bark and it still thrives. Anytime we have to pull up the cloth to relay/replace it, we have to pull out a disgusting network of ghostly pale roots. It also survives boiling water. The leaves don't, of course, but it's back in full strength in a week or two.
Nigel, this (https://sphotos-b.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/539221_10152095598921515_902107528_n.jpg) is Bermudagrass.
heh. figures.
you get a little shade that you want and the shit dies, but if you blot out the sun it just laughs at you.
i think the lesson here is that grass yards, in general, are a cruel joke that we play on ourselves.
but it's okay, because we'll all end up in tucson where there's no grass, i guess...
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 02, 2013, 04:43:39 PM
Chlorine.
9,005,324 World War I casualties can't be wrong!
:lulz: You're a dick. :lulz:
Just to give folks an idea, as the 100th anniversary of WWI is coming up a year from July, here's who was involved:
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/4f/WWI-re.png/800px-WWI-re.png)
Central Powers: Orange
Allied Powers: Green
Fence-sitting pansies: Grey
And this ONE guy, Gavrilo Princip, did ALL OF THAT. Here he is, being arrested after assassinating Archduke Ferdinand for no apparent reason.
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8a/Gavrilo_Princip_captured_in_Sarajevo_1914.jpg/711px-Gavrilo_Princip_captured_in_Sarajevo_1914.jpg)
A lot of people say that WWI (and thus WWII and the cold war) was inevitable.
But we made it through the cold war without going to war with Russia, which nobody thought was going to be possible.
So it DOES take one spark to set off a powderkeg. And that one spark was Gavril Princip, and he wrecked the entire world for a hundred years.
"Those who don't remember history..." etc. etc. :x
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 02, 2013, 05:02:22 PM
And this ONE guy, Gavrilo Princip, did ALL OF THAT. Here he is, being arrested after assassinating Archduke Ferdinand for no apparent reason.
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8a/Gavrilo_Princip_captured_in_Sarajevo_1914.jpg/711px-Gavrilo_Princip_captured_in_Sarajevo_1914.jpg)
A lot of people say that WWI (and thus WWII and the cold war) was inevitable.
But we made it through the cold war without going to war with Russia, which nobody thought was going to be possible.
So it DOES take one spark to set off a powderkeg. And that one spark was Gavril Princip, and he wrecked the entire world for a hundred years.
What's with all the Guy Fawkes masks?
And none of that could ever happen again. I mean, we don't even
have "Arch Dukes" anymore. So we fixed that problem.
Quote from: V3X on April 02, 2013, 05:48:41 PM
What's with all the Guy Fawkes masks?
They hadnt invented skin yet, so everyone had to wear wood.
It turned out to be really good practice for what you looked like after being hit with mustard gas.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 02, 2013, 04:56:22 PM
Just to give folks an idea, as the 100th anniversary of WWI is coming up a year from July, here's who was involved:
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/4f/WWI-re.png/800px-WWI-re.png)
Central Powers: Orange
Allied Powers: Green
Fence-sitting pansies: Grey
Ireland was neutral. MAP IS WRONG.
oops, sorry,that was WWII. my bad.
No, Italy was initially neutral but took the side of the Allies in WWI in order to carve out some chunks of territory on the mainland.
Italy in WWII was Germany's ally until the invasion by the Allies. Mussolini became the leader of a puppet state in Northern Italy called the Republic of Salo, until partisans came and strung him up.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 02, 2013, 05:02:22 PM
And this ONE guy, Gavrilo Princip, did ALL OF THAT. Here he is, being arrested after assassinating Archduke Ferdinand for no apparent reason.
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8a/Gavrilo_Princip_captured_in_Sarajevo_1914.jpg/711px-Gavrilo_Princip_captured_in_Sarajevo_1914.jpg)
A lot of people say that WWI (and thus WWII and the cold war) was inevitable.
But we made it through the cold war without going to war with Russia, which nobody thought was going to be possible.
So it DOES take one spark to set off a powderkeg. And that one spark was Gavril Princip, and he wrecked the entire world for a hundred years.
Do you suppose he is laughing or crying there?
Quote from: Alty on April 02, 2013, 06:52:33 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 02, 2013, 05:02:22 PM
And this ONE guy, Gavrilo Princip, did ALL OF THAT. Here he is, being arrested after assassinating Archduke Ferdinand for no apparent reason.
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8a/Gavrilo_Princip_captured_in_Sarajevo_1914.jpg/711px-Gavrilo_Princip_captured_in_Sarajevo_1914.jpg)
A lot of people say that WWI (and thus WWII and the cold war) was inevitable.
But we made it through the cold war without going to war with Russia, which nobody thought was going to be possible.
So it DOES take one spark to set off a powderkeg. And that one spark was Gavril Princip, and he wrecked the entire world for a hundred years.
Do you suppose he is laughing or crying there?
I expect he's having a little trouble breathing. He was probably punched in the gut a few times.
Good.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 02, 2013, 02:57:11 PM
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on April 02, 2013, 06:01:24 AM
Just discovered that if my county was an independent country, it would have the second or third highest gun ownership per capita in the world, roughly equivalent (54 per 100 inhabitants, but the number of unlicensed weapons could make it higher) to Yemen and behind only the US.
SHOOT THE GRASS!
Sounds better than what people shoot here now, which is:
- Wild animals for meat
- Wolves and bears because "THEY'RE EATING OUR LIVESTOCK" and apparently Norwegian agriculture will die out if we let those 15 wolves stay alive
- Domesticated animals for insurance fraud purposes.
- Rarely people, even rarer other people.
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on April 02, 2013, 07:15:19 PM
Sounds better than what people shoot here now, which is:
- Wild animals for meat
is there not enough game to accommodate hunting, or is it just considered to be in poor taste over there?
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 02, 2013, 07:19:42 PM
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on April 02, 2013, 07:15:19 PM
Sounds better than what people shoot here now, which is:
- Wild animals for meat
is there not enough game to accommodate hunting, or is it just considered to be in poor taste over there?
Lots of game, and it's very popular, hunting is cause for most gun ownership here. In some villages and small towns, pretty much the entire (traditionally only the males, but that's changing gradually) population moves out in the woods every autumn for moose hunting season. Hunting for rabbits and a bunch of types of birds is also quite popular.
Moose hunting. That seems like it would be better left to, like, orcas and other, less difficult to trample to death, creatures.
I accidentally all topics read.
SHIT, FUCK, DAMN.
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 02, 2013, 07:55:57 PM
Moose hunting. That seems like it would be better left to, like, orcas and other, less difficult to trample to death, creatures.
But moose tastes like God. It's so delicious.
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on April 02, 2013, 08:35:27 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 02, 2013, 07:55:57 PM
Moose hunting. That seems like it would be better left to, like, orcas and other, less difficult to trample to death, creatures.
But moose tastes like God. It's so delicious.
I'll take your word for it. :lol:
I just spent the last two hours in photoshop cleaning up the edges of a car for the boss I hate. I haven't even started adding his idiot logo to the car yet. Someone please hit my house with meteors.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 02, 2013, 03:46:14 PM
Quote from: Balls Wellington on April 01, 2013, 06:28:29 PM
I'm assuming you're talking about Sauvie Island, and that's a weird scenario.
however...
It would be SO MUCH WEIRDER if you were talking about Government Island.
It's the West end of Hayden Island.
Oh! Well then it's probably part of the "conservation effort" out there.
Port of Portland: LOOK, WE'RE ENVIRONMENTALLY RESPONSIBLE. WE BROUGHT A PLANT!
Quote from: Balls Wellington on April 02, 2013, 10:01:36 PM
Port of Portland: LOOK, WE'RE ENVIRONMENTALLY RESPONSIBLE. WE BROUGHT A PLANT!
Jesus, I had to spend $850,000 to make this shithole environmentally responsible.
I should have just bought some daisies or some shit.
What? Was it something I said? Did I forget my deoderant?
Oh, well. See you guys tomorrow, I guess.
The Mississipi flooded again, overrunning the nation with giant radioactive river rats. Most of the populace is scavenging the ruins of civilization for basic necessities, or combat grappling their fearsome rodent assailants. Again.
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on April 02, 2013, 08:35:27 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 02, 2013, 07:55:57 PM
Moose hunting. That seems like it would be better left to, like, orcas and other, less difficult to trample to death, creatures.
But moose tastes like God. It's so delicious.
This. Hands-down my favorite large hoofed mammal to eat.
And hunting them is fun. Any asshole can go bag a deer on any given morning. Moose hunting usually requires a week or so of scouting followed by another week of the actual hunt. At least in Maine it does. Norway, for all I know, could be literally overrun with them.
I am never having children. EVER. I am, from this point on, using my uterus as extra yarn storage. Children are the devil, if the screaming and crashing and exploding up the hill is any indication.
Quote from: Nast on April 02, 2013, 10:46:36 PM
The Mississipi flooded again, overrunning the nation with giant radioactive river rats. Most of the populace is scavenging the ruins of civilization for basic necessities, or combat grappling their fearsome rodent assailants. Again.
Hi Nast!
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 02, 2013, 11:02:52 PM
I am never having children. EVER. I am, from this point on, using my uterus as extra yarn storage. Children are the devil, if the screaming and crashing and exploding up the hill is any indication.
This conjures an interesting picture of someone knitting.
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 02, 2013, 07:55:57 PM
Moose hunting. That seems like it would be better left to, like, orcas and other, less difficult to trample to death, creatures.
That is exactly why WE (humans) have to kill and eat as many of their delicious asses as possible. We can't let THEM get the upper hand.
I'd love to kill and eat one. So far all my encounters involve bring late to work because the damned thing is in the yard with its spawn. I ought to be allow to kill them right then and there, but they have rules about that kind of thing.
The Moose Lottery is a big deal here in Maine. They will only allow so many licenses in any given season so they'll have a literal lottery to see who gets the opportunity to go after the furry tanks.
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 02, 2013, 04:39:04 PM
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 02, 2013, 03:50:00 AM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 09:57:56 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 01, 2013, 08:33:01 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 08:21:48 PM
Sometimes that's all you can do, LMNO. I'm glad hear the conversation, fraught or not, helped. :)
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 01, 2013, 05:28:28 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 01, 2013, 05:14:41 PM
Bermuda grass is an evil, ugly alien life form. You have to get all of the rhizomes, down to the last section, or it will invade and strangle everything in a given area.
at least it can be passed of as intentionally planted.
dallisgrass is the devil of grasses afaict.
It seems to be the grass of choice out here. Which makes sense, since it's nearly impossible to kill and the Fresno sun is murderous. We've tried everything, and the only way is to yank it out the hard way. I should dig a trench between my garden and the lawn, such as it is, to prevent it from invading.
:lulz:
Grass.
:lulz:
Yeah, well, we're not quite a desert out here. Although I'm not sure that the grinding Sun of Tucson would kill it. We've tried to kill it before by not watering. Alas.
you know what kills it? shade.
i don't know if it's SOP where you are, but here, when they plant a suburb, they make sure the land is flat and treeless, then sprinkle house seeds on the ground, and then put Bermuda sod around them. then, in order to say that the lots have trees, they plop some quick growing saplings on each yard, and the grass looks fine. then after a decade or so, the trees are big enough to provide shade, and the bermuda flees the shadow of it in terror, clinging doggedly to the sunny spots in the yard. then the homeowner either figures out that he has to have more than one type of grass, or goes mad trying to make it grow where it doesn't want to.
Yeah, no, that doesn't work. We've torn out the entire front lawn and covered it with shade cloth and two inches of bark and it still thrives. Anytime we have to pull up the cloth to relay/replace it, we have to pull out a disgusting network of ghostly pale roots. It also survives boiling water. The leaves don't, of course, but it's back in full strength in a week or two.
Nigel, this (https://sphotos-b.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/539221_10152095598921515_902107528_n.jpg) is Bermudagrass.
It is an extremely hardy vegetation that thrives in hostile situations?
Naturally, people hate it. We hate anything we can't easily dominate or kill.
AND THEN THIS HAPPENED.
http://www.slate.com/blogs/the_vault/2013/03/05/the_ku_klux_klan_a_brochure_for_the_organization_s_summer_resort.html?wpisrc=obinsite
Enough is enough. Going to bed.
Quote from: Pixie on April 02, 2013, 08:01:55 PM
I accidentally all topics read.
SHIT, FUCK, DAMN.
YOU'RE FUCKED FOREVER!
Quote from: Balls Wellington on April 02, 2013, 10:01:06 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 02, 2013, 03:46:14 PM
Quote from: Balls Wellington on April 01, 2013, 06:28:29 PM
I'm assuming you're talking about Sauvie Island, and that's a weird scenario.
however...
It would be SO MUCH WEIRDER if you were talking about Government Island.
It's the West end of Hayden Island.
Oh! Well then it's probably part of the "conservation effort" out there.
:lol:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 02, 2013, 10:35:50 PM
Quote from: Balls Wellington on April 02, 2013, 10:01:36 PM
Port of Portland: LOOK, WE'RE ENVIRONMENTALLY RESPONSIBLE. WE BROUGHT A PLANT!
Jesus, I had to spend $850,000 to make this shithole environmentally responsible.
I should have just bought some daisies or some shit.
Or a windowbox, with chives.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 03, 2013, 04:37:11 AM
AND THEN THIS HAPPENED.
http://www.slate.com/blogs/the_vault/2013/03/05/the_ku_klux_klan_a_brochure_for_the_organization_s_summer_resort.html?wpisrc=obinsite
Enough is enough. Going to bed.
:lulz: Whaaaaat that is both horrifying and delightful! No dust to avoid! :?
So, I don't know if I really know what I've gotten myself into, here. Four classes, including chemistry prep, is a lot of work and my schedule is mildly insane. Tuesdays are going to be the hardest until my internship ends, as I have to be at school at nine for lab, get out of lecture at 2:20, and have to head straight downtown for my internship, and then don't get home until 8. 13 hours of GO GO GO GO GO.
But, if I can pull four classes off and survive, I am going to double major in biology and psychology. I think it will make me more competitive on my grad school app.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 03, 2013, 04:37:11 AM
AND THEN THIS HAPPENED.
http://www.slate.com/blogs/the_vault/2013/03/05/the_ku_klux_klan_a_brochure_for_the_organization_s_summer_resort.html?wpisrc=obinsite
Enough is enough. Going to bed.
Rockport TEXAS. :x :x :x
Since the Internet has been shown to cause Aspergers after prolonged exposure, I really don't know the answer to this question: Is it dickish of me to, when someone posts a sappy picture of a Southerplantation looking all pretty, say "I bet the view is even better from the slave quarters." ?
And when she replies with the usual butthurt about just enjoying a pretty scene without making a statement*, can I say "even Auscwhitz is probably attractive from the right angle" without being a self-righteous fuck?
*actually what she said was, "everything always looks better from the outside looking in," which to my ears sounds like something Nathan Bedford Forrest would say.
Another book on Gladio out. *Sigh*, my reading list never seems to decrease in size.
Lets see if this book is actually any good. I hope so, as there is a significant dearth of decent material on the subject. Going by the subtitle, he seems to at least understand the basics: Pentagon + Nazis + Mafia, and apparently brings up a lot of new information...but given the kind of people to be interested in such a book, who knows how much of it is actually worthwhile?
Well, I'll find out, I guess. I do have a week's holiday coming up, after all.
So...
My son graduates high school at the end of May.
Where the fuck did the time go?!?
:sad:
Quote from: Sir Squid Diddimus on April 03, 2013, 04:52:23 PM
So...
My son graduates high school at the end of May.
Where the fuck did the time go?!?
:sad:
I warned you about that shit.
So, it's fibromyalgia, after all. Turns out, the back pn, leg cramps and headaches AREN'T ideopathic "getting old" growing pains...Fine, then. I refuse to take opiates and I refuse to be crippled. What this MEANS is that I need to get back in shape, eat right and find a way to take control of my insomnia. I am VERY motivated to get proactive, educated and take responsibility for my own health WITHOUT the use of your crappy, life-stealing pn medications. I'm standing fast on this.
"King Solomon's Mines: Exit 75.
I'm still alive."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3bRVMSi12Q&feature=player_detailpage#t=264s
Well, everyone seems to be busy as hell.
I'm gonna go out to the back 40 and take in the desert for a while, try to get my head together.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 03, 2013, 06:58:39 PM
Well, everyone seems to be busy as hell.
I'm gonna go out to the back 40 and take in the desert for a while, try to get my head together.
I am building Dissapointment Ranch one groaning meat sack at a time.
There will be a petting zoo at Dissapointment Ranch, and pony rides.
Horrible, horrible pony rides.
FUNFACT:
The state of Alaska has the right to enter your privately owned land, give whatever minerals or oil to whatever company it chooses, and compensate you at its discretion at any time.
Ha ha ha.
My desert is currently full of people, for some fucking reason.
I will go tonight.
In the meantime:
http://redtape.nbcnews.com/_news/2013/04/03/17575854-bank-website-attacks-reach-new-high-249-hours-offline-in-past-six-weeks?lite
Quote from: Alty on April 03, 2013, 07:12:32 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 03, 2013, 06:58:39 PM
Well, everyone seems to be busy as hell.
I'm gonna go out to the back 40 and take in the desert for a while, try to get my head together.
I am building Dissapointment Ranch one groaning meat sack at a time.
There will be a petting zoo at Dissapointment Ranch, and pony rides.
Horrible, horrible pony rides.
FUNFACT:
The state of Alaska has the right to enter your privately owned land, give whatever minerals or oil to whatever company it chooses, and compensate you at its discretion at any time.
Ha ha ha.
Who founded your state, and wrote all the laws?
Oh, yeah.
Anyway, sign me up for disappointment ranch. I will sign whatever waivers you feel are necessary.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 03, 2013, 08:03:04 PM
Quote from: Alty on April 03, 2013, 07:12:32 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 03, 2013, 06:58:39 PM
Well, everyone seems to be busy as hell.
I'm gonna go out to the back 40 and take in the desert for a while, try to get my head together.
I am building Dissapointment Ranch one groaning meat sack at a time.
There will be a petting zoo at Dissapointment Ranch, and pony rides.
Horrible, horrible pony rides.
FUNFACT:
The state of Alaska has the right to enter your privately owned land, give whatever minerals or oil to whatever company it chooses, and compensate you at its discretion at any time.
Ha ha ha.
Who founded your state, and wrote all the laws?
Oh, yeah.
Anyway, sign me up for disappointment ranch. I will sign whatever waivers you feel are necessary.
No waivers will be required. The reason for this is simple, the only tangible assets I plan to own, aside from moldering transportation and goats, will be the ranch itself. And nobody will want to take over this ranch for reasons that will be unknown save by those who've seen it and can't utter the sights they witnessed.
Quote from: Alty on April 03, 2013, 09:03:31 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 03, 2013, 08:03:04 PM
Quote from: Alty on April 03, 2013, 07:12:32 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 03, 2013, 06:58:39 PM
Well, everyone seems to be busy as hell.
I'm gonna go out to the back 40 and take in the desert for a while, try to get my head together.
I am building Dissapointment Ranch one groaning meat sack at a time.
There will be a petting zoo at Dissapointment Ranch, and pony rides.
Horrible, horrible pony rides.
FUNFACT:
The state of Alaska has the right to enter your privately owned land, give whatever minerals or oil to whatever company it chooses, and compensate you at its discretion at any time.
Ha ha ha.
Who founded your state, and wrote all the laws?
Oh, yeah.
Anyway, sign me up for disappointment ranch. I will sign whatever waivers you feel are necessary.
No waivers will be required. The reason for this is simple, the only tangible assets I plan to own, aside from moldering transportation and goats, will be the ranch itself. And nobody will want to take over this ranch for reasons that will be unknown save by those who've seen it and can't utter the sights they witnessed.
We have some deranged ostriches running loose up by Casa Grande. Could you use some of them?
Just think...320 pounds of insane carniverous bird, that can run over 40 MPH and can disembowel a moutain lion with one kick.
You NEED these.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 03, 2013, 09:06:16 PM
Quote from: Alty on April 03, 2013, 09:03:31 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 03, 2013, 08:03:04 PM
Quote from: Alty on April 03, 2013, 07:12:32 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 03, 2013, 06:58:39 PM
Well, everyone seems to be busy as hell.
I'm gonna go out to the back 40 and take in the desert for a while, try to get my head together.
I am building Dissapointment Ranch one groaning meat sack at a time.
There will be a petting zoo at Dissapointment Ranch, and pony rides.
Horrible, horrible pony rides.
FUNFACT:
The state of Alaska has the right to enter your privately owned land, give whatever minerals or oil to whatever company it chooses, and compensate you at its discretion at any time.
Ha ha ha.
Who founded your state, and wrote all the laws?
Oh, yeah.
Anyway, sign me up for disappointment ranch. I will sign whatever waivers you feel are necessary.
No waivers will be required. The reason for this is simple, the only tangible assets I plan to own, aside from moldering transportation and goats, will be the ranch itself. And nobody will want to take over this ranch for reasons that will be unknown save by those who've seen it and can't utter the sights they witnessed.
We have some deranged ostriches. Could you use some of them?
Just think...320 pounds of insane carniverous bird, that can run over 40 MPH and can disembowel a moutain lion with one kick.
You NEED these.
Oh my yes. I shall winterize them for great terror.
If they try to take my land they will certainly lose a collective eye or three.
Quote from: Alty on April 03, 2013, 09:07:36 PM
Oh my yes. I shall winterize them for great terror.
If they try to take my land they will certainly lose a collective eye or three.
Just knit some of those doggie sweaters for them, and you're gold.
Feed them barrel cactus. It makes them utterly batshit.
The image of winterized ostriches is making me almost euphorically happy.
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 03, 2013, 09:10:21 PM
The image of winterized ostriches is making me almost euphorically happy.
They don't last til winter here, so some expermentation may be in order.
And you know what THAT means...
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 03, 2013, 09:11:06 PM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 03, 2013, 09:10:21 PM
The image of winterized ostriches is making me almost euphorically happy.
They don't last til winter here, so some expermentation may be in order.
And you know what THAT means...
I WILL MAKE THESE DAMNED BEASTS PISS ANTI FREEZE AND SHIT HAIL.
THESE ZERO BIRDS OF DOOM WILL STRIKE IN THE DEAD WINTER NIGHTS.
And don't forget, pony rides.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 03, 2013, 09:11:06 PM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 03, 2013, 09:10:21 PM
The image of winterized ostriches is making me almost euphorically happy.
They don't last til winter here, so some expermentation may be in order.
And you know what THAT means...
SCIENCE!?
1. I say fuck camouflage. If that motherfucker is running at you across the bleak and gray tundra it should be FABULOUS. Just think of it, this big, FABULOUS glittery pink monstrosity coming your way whacked out of its angry little head and there's god. damn. nothing. you. can. do. about. it.
2. Every now and then, throw a life-like scarecrow in their habitat stuffed to the brim with yummy treats and addictive psychotropic drugs. Make them lose their fear of humans, enjoy the sensation of evisceration, and give 'em the experience of a bad trip just because fuck it.
3. Bullet proof armor. There's a lot of guns in Alaska.
What ostrich is scared of humans? DINOSAURS HAVE NO FEAR.
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 03, 2013, 09:19:49 PM
1. I say fuck camouflage. If that motherfucker is running at you across the bleak and gray tundra it should be FABULOUS. Just think of it, this big, FABULOUS glittery pink monstrosity coming your way whacked out of its angry little head and there's god. damn. nothing. you. can. do. about. it.
This made me dangerously happy.
See you guys tomorrow.
Tried to write a rant about writing and how reality fucks it up but it sorta went somewhere really dark and probably over-share-y. Which is fine except for the part where it takes away from the point I was aiming to make while kinda illustrating it at the same time.
Over-thinking again. It's flashback season, apparently.
Finished my essay.
Will touch up a few things in regards to this, then go over the paperwork on the weekend and send my application on Monday.
I seriously need Surprise Daughter to get out of the bathroom so I can pee before I can even slightly begin to consider being able to finish my chemistry homework.
Sometimes, recently, when I pee, I get a panicky sense mid-stream that I'm doing it wrong. Like I'm going to look down and realize I never unzipped my fly and I'm pissing all over my jeans. Or that I'm going to wake up and find out I'm actually pissing all over my bed.
It doesn't really bother me so much as it WHAT THE HELL? :lulz:
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 04, 2013, 09:11:21 PM
Or that I'm going to wake up and find out I'm actually pissing all over my bed.
every time i piss. for as long as i can remember.
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 04, 2013, 09:15:53 PM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 04, 2013, 09:11:21 PM
Or that I'm going to wake up and find out I'm actually pissing all over my bed.
every time i piss. for as long as i can remember.
MY BROTHER IN SUFFERING
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 04, 2013, 09:21:42 PM
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 04, 2013, 09:15:53 PM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 04, 2013, 09:11:21 PM
Or that I'm going to wake up and find out I'm actually pissing all over my bed.
every time i piss. for as long as i can remember.
MY BROTHER IN SUFFERING
:lol:
so, i take it you have dreams occasionally where you have to piss and it's really difficult? like you gotta push. like your body doesn't want you to piss for some strange reason. so you try harder, and then finally you.... wake up just in time to not piss youself like an infant.
So when i have to piss when i'm actually awake, i get the anxiety of thinking perhaps i'm asleep. which i have in turn dreamed about.
i have initiated lucid dreams because of this...
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 04, 2013, 09:32:52 PM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 04, 2013, 09:21:42 PM
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 04, 2013, 09:15:53 PM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 04, 2013, 09:11:21 PM
Or that I'm going to wake up and find out I'm actually pissing all over my bed.
every time i piss. for as long as i can remember.
MY BROTHER IN SUFFERING
:lol:
so, i take it you have dreams occasionally where you have to piss and it's really difficult? like you gotta push. like your body doesn't want you to piss for some strange reason. so you try harder, and then finally you.... wake up just in time to not piss youself like an infant.
So when i have to piss when i'm actually awake, i get the anxiety of thinking perhaps i'm asleep. which i have in turn dreamed about.
i have initiated lucid dreams because of this...
You fuckers are
weird.
TGRR,
Just shits the bed and doesn't worry so damn much about it.
There was a turkey on my street this morning! I live in semi-urban squalor, this is no place for a turkey.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 04, 2013, 09:44:44 PM
There was a turkey on my street this morning! I live in semi-urban squalor, this is no place for a turkey.
Your reality is defective. By this time next month, you'll be chased everywhere you go by insane gibbering turkeys.
You're pretty much fucked.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 04, 2013, 09:36:23 PM
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 04, 2013, 09:32:52 PM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 04, 2013, 09:21:42 PM
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 04, 2013, 09:15:53 PM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 04, 2013, 09:11:21 PM
Or that I'm going to wake up and find out I'm actually pissing all over my bed.
every time i piss. for as long as i can remember.
MY BROTHER IN SUFFERING
:lol:
so, i take it you have dreams occasionally where you have to piss and it's really difficult? like you gotta push. like your body doesn't want you to piss for some strange reason. so you try harder, and then finally you.... wake up just in time to not piss youself like an infant.
So when i have to piss when i'm actually awake, i get the anxiety of thinking perhaps i'm asleep. which i have in turn dreamed about.
i have initiated lucid dreams because of this...
You fuckers are weird.
TGRR,
Just shits the bed and doesn't worry so damn much about it.
yes. but
you extrude wealth whereas
i would simply leak shame.
Turkies can still bite you after you cut off their heads, fyi.
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 04, 2013, 09:46:12 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 04, 2013, 09:36:23 PM
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 04, 2013, 09:32:52 PM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 04, 2013, 09:21:42 PM
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 04, 2013, 09:15:53 PM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 04, 2013, 09:11:21 PM
Or that I'm going to wake up and find out I'm actually pissing all over my bed.
every time i piss. for as long as i can remember.
MY BROTHER IN SUFFERING
:lol:
so, i take it you have dreams occasionally where you have to piss and it's really difficult? like you gotta push. like your body doesn't want you to piss for some strange reason. so you try harder, and then finally you.... wake up just in time to not piss youself like an infant.
So when i have to piss when i'm actually awake, i get the anxiety of thinking perhaps i'm asleep. which i have in turn dreamed about.
i have initiated lucid dreams because of this...
You fuckers are weird.
TGRR,
Just shits the bed and doesn't worry so damn much about it.
yes. but you extrude wealth whereas i would simply leak shame.
Wrath? Don't know about that. Yesterday's curry, maybe.
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 04, 2013, 09:47:17 PM
Turkies can still bite you after you cut off their heads, fyi.
That's fucked.
No, for real. That shit is WRONG. Even zombies die when you whack their heads off.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 04, 2013, 09:44:44 PM
There was a turkey on my street this morning! I live in semi-urban squalor, this is no place for a turkey.
granted they live in the exurbs, but my folks have a peacock that wandered onto their property that has lived on their back porch for the past several years, and now a turkey has wandered onto their property. now they get turkeys not infrequently, but this one is now the peacocks pet, and they pal around the property acting silly.
large birds that wander onto your property are a good omen, imo.
give it some food.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 04, 2013, 09:48:33 PM
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 04, 2013, 09:46:12 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 04, 2013, 09:36:23 PM
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 04, 2013, 09:32:52 PM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 04, 2013, 09:21:42 PM
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 04, 2013, 09:15:53 PM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 04, 2013, 09:11:21 PM
Or that I'm going to wake up and find out I'm actually pissing all over my bed.
every time i piss. for as long as i can remember.
MY BROTHER IN SUFFERING
:lol:
so, i take it you have dreams occasionally where you have to piss and it's really difficult? like you gotta push. like your body doesn't want you to piss for some strange reason. so you try harder, and then finally you.... wake up just in time to not piss youself like an infant.
So when i have to piss when i'm actually awake, i get the anxiety of thinking perhaps i'm asleep. which i have in turn dreamed about.
i have initiated lucid dreams because of this...
You fuckers are weird.
TGRR,
Just shits the bed and doesn't worry so damn much about it.
yes. but you extrude wealth whereas i would simply leak shame.
Wrath? Don't know about that. Yesterday's curry, maybe.
nono...
wealth. ever since we switched to the good reverend's poo standard.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 04, 2013, 09:49:07 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 04, 2013, 09:47:17 PM
Turkies can still bite you after you cut off their heads, fyi.
That's fucked.
No, for real. That shit is WRONG. Even zombies die when you whack their heads off.
I actually want to see a story where that doesn't actually happen and a wad of people who
thought they were prepared for the zombie apocalypse actually get turned into zombies anyway.
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 04, 2013, 09:50:59 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 04, 2013, 09:48:33 PM
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 04, 2013, 09:46:12 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 04, 2013, 09:36:23 PM
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 04, 2013, 09:32:52 PM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 04, 2013, 09:21:42 PM
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 04, 2013, 09:15:53 PM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 04, 2013, 09:11:21 PM
Or that I'm going to wake up and find out I'm actually pissing all over my bed.
every time i piss. for as long as i can remember.
MY BROTHER IN SUFFERING
:lol:
so, i take it you have dreams occasionally where you have to piss and it's really difficult? like you gotta push. like your body doesn't want you to piss for some strange reason. so you try harder, and then finally you.... wake up just in time to not piss youself like an infant.
So when i have to piss when i'm actually awake, i get the anxiety of thinking perhaps i'm asleep. which i have in turn dreamed about.
i have initiated lucid dreams because of this...
You fuckers are weird.
TGRR,
Just shits the bed and doesn't worry so damn much about it.
yes. but you extrude wealth whereas i would simply leak shame.
Wrath? Don't know about that. Yesterday's curry, maybe.
nono... wealth. ever since we switched to the good reverend's poo standard.
I am a one man cornucopia, in that case.
I can crap us out of the recession.
HANG ON, GREECE & CYPRUS! I'M EATING LOTS OF CHEESE!
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 04, 2013, 09:53:16 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 04, 2013, 09:49:07 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 04, 2013, 09:47:17 PM
Turkies can still bite you after you cut off their heads, fyi.
That's fucked.
No, for real. That shit is WRONG. Even zombies die when you whack their heads off.
I actually want to see a story where that doesn't actually happen and a wad of people who thought they were prepared for the zombie apocalypse actually get turned into zombies anyway.
I'm sort of planning on it. I think I've mentioned this before...The GREAT thing about zombiepocalyspe is that you get to play
both sides. First you run around blasting everyone you knew in the head, then you get bit and respawn on the other team.
And then it's
EVERY DAY I'M SHUFFLIN'
\
:zombie:
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 04, 2013, 09:53:16 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 04, 2013, 09:49:07 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 04, 2013, 09:47:17 PM
Turkies can still bite you after you cut off their heads, fyi.
That's fucked.
No, for real. That shit is WRONG. Even zombies die when you whack their heads off.
I actually want to see a story where that doesn't actually happen and a wad of people who thought they were prepared for the zombie apocalypse actually get turned into zombies anyway.
Already happened: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Return_of_the_Living_Dead
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 04, 2013, 09:55:30 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 04, 2013, 09:53:16 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 04, 2013, 09:49:07 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 04, 2013, 09:47:17 PM
Turkies can still bite you after you cut off their heads, fyi.
That's fucked.
No, for real. That shit is WRONG. Even zombies die when you whack their heads off.
I actually want to see a story where that doesn't actually happen and a wad of people who thought they were prepared for the zombie apocalypse actually get turned into zombies anyway.
I'm sort of planning on it. I think I've mentioned this before...The GREAT thing about zombiepocalyspe is that you get to play both sides. First you run around blasting everyone you knew in the head, then you get bit and respawn on the other team.
And then it's
EVERY DAY I'M SHUFFLIN'
\
:zombie:
:lulz: I don't recall seeing you mention that, but I look forward to it.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 04, 2013, 09:58:25 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 04, 2013, 09:53:16 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 04, 2013, 09:49:07 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 04, 2013, 09:47:17 PM
Turkies can still bite you after you cut off their heads, fyi.
That's fucked.
No, for real. That shit is WRONG. Even zombies die when you whack their heads off.
I actually want to see a story where that doesn't actually happen and a wad of people who thought they were prepared for the zombie apocalypse actually get turned into zombies anyway.
Already happened: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Return_of_the_Living_Dead
Well, I'm still looking forward to Roger's spin on it.
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 04, 2013, 09:59:29 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 04, 2013, 09:55:30 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 04, 2013, 09:53:16 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 04, 2013, 09:49:07 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 04, 2013, 09:47:17 PM
Turkies can still bite you after you cut off their heads, fyi.
That's fucked.
No, for real. That shit is WRONG. Even zombies die when you whack their heads off.
I actually want to see a story where that doesn't actually happen and a wad of people who thought they were prepared for the zombie apocalypse actually get turned into zombies anyway.
I'm sort of planning on it. I think I've mentioned this before...The GREAT thing about zombiepocalyspe is that you get to play both sides. First you run around blasting everyone you knew in the head, then you get bit and respawn on the other team.
And then it's
EVERY DAY I'M SHUFFLIN'
\
:zombie:
:lulz: I don't recall seeing you mention that, but I look forward to it.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 04, 2013, 09:58:25 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 04, 2013, 09:53:16 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 04, 2013, 09:49:07 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 04, 2013, 09:47:17 PM
Turkies can still bite you after you cut off their heads, fyi.
That's fucked.
No, for real. That shit is WRONG. Even zombies die when you whack their heads off.
I actually want to see a story where that doesn't actually happen and a wad of people who thought they were prepared for the zombie apocalypse actually get turned into zombies anyway.
Already happened: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Return_of_the_Living_Dead
Well, I'm still looking forward to Roger's spin on it.
That was kind of it, really.
I mean, after you get bit, the FUN may continue, but the commentary gets a little dry.
http://www.theonion.com/articles/history-licking-its-chops-to-judge-george-w-bush,31921/
THIS IS MY ANGRY FACE
So, riding around Manhattan on the subways for the last 2 weeks prompted me to do some random reading about subway systems and history on Wikipedia. This lead to larger learning about the rail systems and their histories across America in general, which led me to THIS ARTICLE (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_American_Streetcar_Scandal), which makes me HATE HATE HATE.
Apparently, GM and their buddies decided, back in the 1940s, that they just weren't selling enough cars. So what did they do? They made better products for cheaper prices and got people to buy more cars, that's what!
HA HA HA, actually no.
They bought up all the trolley systems in a bunch of cities AND DISMANTLED THEM.
WE'LL SHOW THEM HOW TO GET AROUND THE CITY WITHOUT BUYING OUR CARS!
ugh.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 04, 2013, 09:49:07 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 04, 2013, 09:47:17 PM
Turkies can still bite you after you cut off their heads, fyi.
That's fucked.
No, for real. That shit is WRONG. Even zombies die when you whack their heads off.
Be careful what you do with the heads because they're still venomous.
And the body will keep moving until you cook it some. The old people say if you don't cook it right away, it'll keep moving until the sun goes down.
Ah, fuck, never mind. That's rattlesnakes.
TURKEYHEADS ARE STILL A MENACE, THOUGH.
Quote from: V3X on April 04, 2013, 10:54:55 PM
THIS IS MY ANGRY FACE
So, riding around Manhattan on the subways for the last 2 weeks prompted me to do some random reading about subway systems and history on Wikipedia. This lead to larger learning about the rail systems and their histories across America in general, which led me to THIS ARTICLE (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_American_Streetcar_Scandal), which makes me HATE HATE HATE.
Apparently, GM and their buddies decided, back in the 1940s, that they just weren't selling enough cars. So what did they do? They made better products for cheaper prices and got people to buy more cars, that's what!
HA HA HA, actually no.
They bought up all the trolley systems in a bunch of cities AND DISMANTLED THEM.
WE'LL SHOW THEM HOW TO GET AROUND THE CITY WITHOUT BUYING OUR CARS!
ugh.
Yep.
And you can thank them for BUS FUMES, too.
Quote from: V3X on April 04, 2013, 10:54:55 PM
THIS IS MY ANGRY FACE
So, riding around Manhattan on the subways for the last 2 weeks prompted me to do some random reading about subway systems and history on Wikipedia. This lead to larger learning about the rail systems and their histories across America in general, which led me to THIS ARTICLE (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_American_Streetcar_Scandal), which makes me HATE HATE HATE.
Apparently, GM and their buddies decided, back in the 1940s, that they just weren't selling enough cars. So what did they do? They made better products for cheaper prices and got people to buy more cars, that's what!
HA HA HA, actually no.
They bought up all the trolley systems in a bunch of cities AND DISMANTLED THEM.
WE'LL SHOW THEM HOW TO GET AROUND THE CITY WITHOUT BUYING OUR CARS!
ugh.
Yeah, there's a 20-year-old documentary on that floating around out there too, watched it at Berkeley back in the day. It was really good, and really horrifying to realize the degree to which America sold ITSELF up the river.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 05, 2013, 12:18:38 AM
Quote from: V3X on April 04, 2013, 10:54:55 PM
THIS IS MY ANGRY FACE
So, riding around Manhattan on the subways for the last 2 weeks prompted me to do some random reading about subway systems and history on Wikipedia. This lead to larger learning about the rail systems and their histories across America in general, which led me to THIS ARTICLE (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_American_Streetcar_Scandal), which makes me HATE HATE HATE.
Apparently, GM and their buddies decided, back in the 1940s, that they just weren't selling enough cars. So what did they do? They made better products for cheaper prices and got people to buy more cars, that's what!
HA HA HA, actually no.
They bought up all the trolley systems in a bunch of cities AND DISMANTLED THEM.
WE'LL SHOW THEM HOW TO GET AROUND THE CITY WITHOUT BUYING OUR CARS!
ugh.
Yeah, there's a 20-year-old documentary on that floating around out there too, watched it at Berkeley back in the day. It was really good, and really horrifying to realize the degree to which America sold ITSELF up the river.
I saw something like that on PBS once. Maybe the same one.
Did it have interviews with old folks saying how much people used to enjoy riding the trolleys? (As opposed to metro buses - UNNNNNGH)
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 04, 2013, 09:49:07 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 04, 2013, 09:47:17 PM
Turkies can still bite you after you cut off their heads, fyi.
That's fucked.
No, for real. That shit is WRONG. Even zombies die when you whack their heads off.
Turkeys are winged ratfuck horrors. Mean bastards, they can beat your ass with a flap of their wings. Seriously, they can break your arm.
Standard turkey hunt procedure is to hide behind a tree and HOPE the turkey walks in front of you. When it does, blow it's damn head off. Your now-headless thanksgiving dinner will bolt. Go catch it.
Quote from: Richter on April 05, 2013, 03:38:43 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 04, 2013, 09:49:07 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 04, 2013, 09:47:17 PM
Turkies can still bite you after you cut off their heads, fyi.
That's fucked.
No, for real. That shit is WRONG. Even zombies die when you whack their heads off.
Turkeys are winged ratfuck horrors. Mean bastards, they can beat your ass with a flap of their wings. Seriously, they can break your arm.
Standard turkey hunt procedure is to hide behind a tree and HOPE the turkey walks in front of you. When it does, blow it's damn head off. Your now-headless thanksgiving dinner will bolt. Go catch it.
Turkey was pretty chill. The kitten on the street was all HOILY FUCK ISSA DINOSOAR! but turkey didn't give a fuck.
So unbelievably tired. Oh my god.
Chemistry, it turns out, is my easy class this term.
Thinking seriously about changing my major to biology, not because I don't love psychology, it's still my favorite subject, but to be more competitive on my grad school application. And then I have thoughts like maybe I should just take an extra year and double major, but that's a whole extra year. I wouldn't start grad school until fall 2016. Although, really, I'm not sure it matters, I'm going to be 50 by the time I graduate anyway.
Or, I could continue the track I'm on, apply to the NGP, and if I'm not accepted for 2015 I can change to the double major in psych and bio and reapply for 2016.
Meh.
I want to go back to school. I miss Chemistry. My brain is rotting at this job.
I can't even calculus anymore and I want to verb everything.
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on April 05, 2013, 04:45:18 AM
I want to go back to school. I miss Chemistry. My brain is rotting at this job.
I can't even calculus anymore and I want to verb everything.
:lulz:
I do like school. Except for the quarterly game of "can I head off foreclosure?" and being poor as fuck all the time.
But if I can make it through, I get to be a researcher for the rest of my life, and that honestly sounds AWESOME.
Picked up some sort of cold/flu thing. Still gone to work. Woe betide any fool who calls in sick today. I'm 400 miles from home and sick and STILL HERE.
I had 142 unread emails this morning.
Nobody should have to put up with that. Almost all of them are cc'd. So I erased everything. If it's important, they'll call.
That sounds like my email account.
I get, on average, about 90 "conversations" in Outlook on a week day, so probably closer to 150 emails, back and forth. Over half have nothing to do with me. I always love getting emails about how "there is cake for all the staff in the common room" for example. Yeah, because that's only a two mile walk for me. I really needed that information. And please tell me more about the company Tumblr! I'd troll the damn thing, if anyone actually ever read it.
Quote from: Richter on April 05, 2013, 03:38:43 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 04, 2013, 09:49:07 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 04, 2013, 09:47:17 PM
Turkies can still bite you after you cut off their heads, fyi.
That's fucked.
No, for real. That shit is WRONG. Even zombies die when you whack their heads off.
Turkeys are winged ratfuck horrors. Mean bastards, they can beat your ass with a flap of their wings. Seriously, they can break your arm.
Standard turkey hunt procedure is to hide behind a tree and HOPE the turkey walks in front of you. When it does, blow it's damn head off. Your now-headless thanksgiving dinner will bolt. Go catch it.
What? No way! You just get well camouflaged and stay very still since they see very well, and use a box call to make the scratchy 'rrrrrraaah rah rah rah rah' sound that the hen makes. You do that every couple minutes, and if there's any toms in the area then you will hear a 'gobblegobblegobble' from some distance away in the trees. You call back and forth, and the gobbles get closer and closer until you see him emerge strutting with his chest all puffed out, and his feathers spread in anticipation of sweet turkey lovin', and BLAM! His 'mort' isn't as 'petite' as he was expecting, and you've got one more beard for your collection that disgusts your wife.
Turkey hunting is fun.
Quote from: Junkenstein on April 05, 2013, 09:03:24 AM
Picked up some sort of cold/flu thing. Still gone to work. Woe betide any fool who calls in sick today. I'm 400 miles from home and sick and STILL HERE.
What do you do for a living again? I always kinda assumed you worked in oil, up on a rig in the North Sea or something.
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 03:34:25 PM
That sounds like my email account.
I get, on average, about 90 "conversations" in Outlook on a week day, so probably closer to 150 emails, back and forth. Over half have nothing to do with me. I always love getting emails about how "there is cake for all the staff in the common room" for example. Yeah, because that's only a two mile walk for me. I really needed that information. And please tell me more about the company Tumblr! I'd troll the damn thing, if anyone actually ever read it.
Trolling tumblr is the best. There are so many vegans to fuck with.
And they basically troll themselves.
SO TIRED. Hardly slept last night.
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 04:24:53 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 03:34:25 PM
That sounds like my email account.
I get, on average, about 90 "conversations" in Outlook on a week day, so probably closer to 150 emails, back and forth. Over half have nothing to do with me. I always love getting emails about how "there is cake for all the staff in the common room" for example. Yeah, because that's only a two mile walk for me. I really needed that information. And please tell me more about the company Tumblr! I'd troll the damn thing, if anyone actually ever read it.
Trolling tumblr is the best. There are so many vegans to fuck with.
I told one to STFU on facebook the other day, and I'd BE vegan if we had decent food options around here. They're essentially evangelicals.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 03:20:17 PM
I had 142 unread emails this morning.
Nobody should have to put up with that. Almost all of them are cc'd. So I erased everything. If it's important, they'll call.
That reminds me, I should probably check my email.
A month or so ago, it broke so that I can't reply to anything I get. I kind of like it that way.
I'm writing my husband's book, now! (two other writers and a contract being cancelled later)
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 05, 2013, 05:11:58 PM
I'm writing my husband's book, now! (two other writers and a contract being cancelled later)
This sounds like a good thing? But I can't really understand it so I'm not sure.
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 03:39:35 PM
Quote from: Junkenstein on April 05, 2013, 09:03:24 AM
Picked up some sort of cold/flu thing. Still gone to work. Woe betide any fool who calls in sick today. I'm 400 miles from home and sick and STILL HERE.
What do you do for a living again? I always kinda assumed you worked in oil, up on a rig in the North Sea or something.
I'm in Demolition and unfortunately tend to be based away from home a lot. At the moment "a lot" is pretty much all the fucking time.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 03:20:17 PM
I had 142 unread emails this morning.
Nobody should have to put up with that. Almost all of them are cc'd. So I erased everything. If it's important, they'll call.
I set my work email to autorespond to any with the effect of the following:
"I get a lot of e-mail. If it is important send a hardcopy, I'll need it anyway. Or call me."
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 05, 2013, 05:15:48 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 05, 2013, 05:11:58 PM
I'm writing my husband's book, now! (two other writers and a contract being cancelled later)
This sounds like a good thing? But I can't really understand it so I'm not sure.
It's a good thing, but it's kind of ridiculous that it took him so long to surrender to the inevitable.
Quote from: stelz on April 05, 2013, 04:34:42 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 04:24:53 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 03:34:25 PM
That sounds like my email account.
I get, on average, about 90 "conversations" in Outlook on a week day, so probably closer to 150 emails, back and forth. Over half have nothing to do with me. I always love getting emails about how "there is cake for all the staff in the common room" for example. Yeah, because that's only a two mile walk for me. I really needed that information. And please tell me more about the company Tumblr! I'd troll the damn thing, if anyone actually ever read it.
Trolling tumblr is the best. There are so many vegans to fuck with.
I told one to STFU on facebook the other day, and I'd BE vegan if we had decent food options around here. They're essentially evangelicals.
Most of them, yes. I know like, two, who are not incredibly motherfucking annoying about their diet. The ones on Tumblr are almost a charicature. Post something about "oh my god, vegans are going to be so annoying about this" and one'll pop up with something like "YOU MEAN HOW NOT KILLING ANIMALS IS BETTER THAN (X)?"
A really good friend of mine is vegan, he's the only TOTALLY COOL vegan I've ever met. When a group of us go out, he treats it as HIS problem, and just goes with wherever we're at, to the point of just ordering fries and a couple of beers. Interestingly, this makes the group voluntarily look for places that gives him an option, without him ever making a fuss about his meal choices.
So, the kiln that failed is finally cool enough to properly examine.
8" channel twisted like licorice, slammed the silicon carbide rollers up against the top of their pass-through brick, shattering them ($2000/per, mind you) like so much glass. 2 bent drive shafts, and the shaft on the drive gearbox is bent 30 degrees. To speak nothing of 300 feet of drive chain, 200 bearings, 200 sprockets, and 60 saggers full of material stuck in the kiln on jammed rollers. Fuck if I know how I'm going to get them out.
Here, failure is an option, even when it isn't an option. :lulz:
Is this the result of Filthy Assistant's you-aren't-the-boss-of-ME-ism?
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 05, 2013, 06:20:41 PM
A really good friend of mine is vegan, he's the only TOTALLY COOL vegan I've ever met. When a group of us go out, he treats it as HIS problem, and just goes with wherever we're at, to the point of just ordering fries and a couple of beers. Interestingly, this makes the group voluntarily look for places that gives him an option, without him ever making a fuss about his meal choices.
Well, yeah, personal choice is
personal. None of the crusading idiots ever got me to give up meat. I was inspired by somebody I knew for a year before I even realized he was veggie.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 06:30:16 PM
So, the kiln that failed is finally cool enough to properly examine.
8" channel twisted like licorice, slammed the silicon carbide rollers up against the top of their pass-through brick, shattering them ($2000/per, mind you) like so much glass. 2 bent drive shafts, and the shaft on the drive gearbox is bent 30 degrees. To speak nothing of 300 feet of drive chain, 200 bearings, 200 sprockets, and 60 saggers full of material stuck in the kiln on jammed rollers. Fuck if I know how I'm going to get them out.
Here, failure is an option, even when it isn't an option. :lulz:
So is clusterfuck.
Quote from: stelz on April 05, 2013, 06:56:14 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 06:30:16 PM
So, the kiln that failed is finally cool enough to properly examine.
8" channel twisted like licorice, slammed the silicon carbide rollers up against the top of their pass-through brick, shattering them ($2000/per, mind you) like so much glass. 2 bent drive shafts, and the shaft on the drive gearbox is bent 30 degrees. To speak nothing of 300 feet of drive chain, 200 bearings, 200 sprockets, and 60 saggers full of material stuck in the kiln on jammed rollers. Fuck if I know how I'm going to get them out.
Here, failure is an option, even when it isn't an option. :lulz:
So is clusterfuck.
Jim: This looks like a bomb went off! Holy shit!
Roger: For you, it was hellish temperatures, twisted steel, and a tangled catastrophe of broken drive train and smashed rollers. For me, it was Friday.
Jim: ...
Roger: Fuck you, I'm
sick!
Jim: THIS SHIT ISN'T FUNNY!
Roger: Laugh or cry, boss, laugh or cry.
Jim: Point.
On the plus side, I've figured out how to get the saggers out.
I'm going to have to dismantle the whole fucking thing.
I am not at all upset about this. No. I currently exist in the eye of the storm, a small oasis of calm and serenity. It's nice and quiet here, and everything is going to be okay.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 07:21:28 PM
Quote from: stelz on April 05, 2013, 06:56:14 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 06:30:16 PM
So, the kiln that failed is finally cool enough to properly examine.
8" channel twisted like licorice, slammed the silicon carbide rollers up against the top of their pass-through brick, shattering them ($2000/per, mind you) like so much glass. 2 bent drive shafts, and the shaft on the drive gearbox is bent 30 degrees. To speak nothing of 300 feet of drive chain, 200 bearings, 200 sprockets, and 60 saggers full of material stuck in the kiln on jammed rollers. Fuck if I know how I'm going to get them out.
Here, failure is an option, even when it isn't an option. :lulz:
So is clusterfuck.
Jim: This looks like a bomb went off! Holy shit!
Roger: For you, it was hellish temperatures, twisted steel, and a tangled catastrophe of broken drive train and smashed rollers. For me, it was Friday.
Jim: ...
Roger: Fuck you, I'm sick!
Jim: THIS SHIT ISN'T FUNNY!
Roger: Laugh or cry, boss, laugh or cry.
Jim: Point.
Truer words, etc.
That's a hell of a Friday.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 05, 2013, 07:54:18 PM
That's a hell of a Friday.
Every week. Not kidding.
The disasters are different, but there's always a disaster.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 02, 2013, 05:02:22 PM
And this ONE guy, Gavrilo Princip, did ALL OF THAT. Here he is, being arrested after assassinating Archduke Ferdinand for no apparent reason.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8a/Gavrilo_Princip_captured_in_Sarajevo_1914.jpg/711px-Gavrilo_Princip_captured_in_Sarajevo_1914.jpg
A lot of people say that WWI (and thus WWII and the cold war) was inevitable.
But we made it through the cold war without going to war with Russia, which nobody thought was going to be possible.
So it DOES take one spark to set off a powderkeg. And that one spark was Gavril Princip, and he wrecked the entire world for a hundred years.
Oh, the story is much more interesting than that.
Princip was backed by an ultra-nationalist Serbian secret society, known as the "Black Hand". The Black Hand was led by Dragutin Dimitrijević, a Serbian General and professor of tactics at the Belgrade Military Academy. He was also allegedly the head of military intelligence in the years leading up to WWI. Dimitrijević, who went by the nickname of "Apis", wanted to create a Greater Serbia on the corpses of the Ottoman and Austro-Hungarian armies. His guerrillas had been instrumental in the Balkan Wars that forced the Ottomans out of Europe, and he intended to take down the Dual-Monarchy via assassination. The idea was to cause a war with the Empire, and drag Russia into the fighting.
Princip was never an official member of the Black Hand. His attempts to join were rejected, due to ill-health. But another member of his cell of assassins was on close terms with a member of the Black Hand close to Apis, and arranged for weapons and financial support to be given to them.
In addition to causing a world war, these actions also spurred on the development of terrorist groups around the world. To be sure, the 1900s had been the heydey of political assassination. Mostly by anarchists, self-proclaimed or otherwise. But the success of the Black Hand spurred on groups like the IRA and the Macedonian IMRO, who of course went on to inspire a whole new generation of killers.
I'd heard of the Black Hand, but I'd always assumed Princip was a member.
Thanks, Cain.
Yeah, most people do. It's a fair assumption to make.
The Black Hand is also frequently incorrectly referred to as an anarchist organization - and its links with the elite of the Serbian military are rarely ever mentioned at all.
Goddamn Serbs. Also turns out according to eyewitnesses, a detective tried to stand between Princip and Franz Ferdinand when he fired those shots, but a member of another extremist Serb nationalist group - the Young Bosnian - tripped him and prevented him from stopping the assassination. The whole region seethed with these weird, dangerous ultranationalist groups with strange past-times - for instance, one group discussed literature, inbetween bombing campaigns. Translated works into Serbian and so on.
I always wondered why Austria/Hungary declared war because of an assassination.
Now I know why.
They were also afraid the Empire was going to fall apart, without a war to unify the masses. Their own intelligence at the time actually suggested that Serbia knew nothing of the plot, but, well, they wanted a fight.
Apis met an untimely end, however. When it looked like Germany might win, and the role of the Serbian government in the assassination might be exposed, a conspiracy to have him killed was hatched. They made false charges of treason, and had him executed by firing squad, after several assassination attempts failed.
I just had lunch with my friend who's currently home from Korea. He's got me semi-seriously considering teaching English there.
You'll get paid in cockroaches and rads (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rad_%28unit%29).
:? He's doing it and he gets board, healthcare, and ~$2300/month. Cost of living is hella low there, too.
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 10:05:03 PM
:? He's doing it and he gets board, healthcare, and ~$2300/month. Cost of living is hella low there, too.
I think he means that Korea will likely be at war within the next 5 days or so.
Aah. Well, I do know that the US embassy there is pretty paranoid atm, so possibly.
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 10:20:02 PM
Aah. Well, I do know that the US embassy there is pretty paranoid atm, so possibly.
North Korea is making noises about April 10th, so if anything's gonna happen, it will be this weekend or a month or more later, when everyone has dismissed this as more DPRK attention-whoring.
I see. Thanks. :) Their first semester is in spring, so I'm not sure there's a whole lot of rush to make any decisions soon.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 07:29:14 PM
On the plus side, I've figured out how to get the saggers out.
I'm going to have to dismantle the whole fucking thing.
I am not at all upset about this. No. I currently exist in the eye of the storm, a small oasis of calm and serenity. It's nice and quiet here, and everything is going to be okay.
Good goddamn. :horrormirth:
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 06:39:31 PM
Is this the result of Filthy Assistant's you-aren't-the-boss-of-ME-ism?
Sorry, missed this earlier.
A direct result.
All that was required was to NOT FUCK WITH IT.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 05, 2013, 10:33:27 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 07:29:14 PM
On the plus side, I've figured out how to get the saggers out.
I'm going to have to dismantle the whole fucking thing.
I am not at all upset about this. No. I currently exist in the eye of the storm, a small oasis of calm and serenity. It's nice and quiet here, and everything is going to be okay.
Good goddamn. :horrormirth:
"YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE CRAZY TO WORK HERE, BUT IT HELPS."
"SOMEONE HAS A CASE OF THE MONDAYS."
The above statements and/or witticisms would be all that it would take. Seriously.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 10:33:40 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 06:39:31 PM
Is this the result of Filthy Assistant's you-aren't-the-boss-of-ME-ism?
Sorry, missed this earlier.
A direct result.
All that was required was to NOT FUCK WITH IT.
Can you at least write him up for it?
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 05, 2013, 10:35:44 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 10:33:40 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 06:39:31 PM
Is this the result of Filthy Assistant's you-aren't-the-boss-of-ME-ism?
Sorry, missed this earlier.
A direct result.
All that was required was to NOT FUCK WITH IT.
Can you at least write him up for it?
No. He is not a direct report of mine anymore, and Jim isn't talking to anyone right now. He's locked in his office and he swears at you if you knock on the door.
Well, I just checked my mail. My actual mail, not email.
I just found a contract for the job in Switzerland.
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 10:36:38 PM
Well, I just checked my mail. My actual mail, not email.
I just found a contract for the job in Switzerland.
Outstanding!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 10:33:40 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 06:39:31 PM
Is this the result of Filthy Assistant's you-aren't-the-boss-of-ME-ism?
Sorry, missed this earlier.
A direct result.
All that was required was to NOT FUCK WITH IT.
He just needs to stop.
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 10:36:38 PM
Well, I just checked my mail. My actual mail, not email.
I just found a contract for the job in Switzerland.
:noodledance:
Yeah. I'm a bit surprised myself. Just checking the contract now, to make sure everything is as expected.
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 10:36:38 PM
Well, I just checked my mail. My actual mail, not email.
I just found a contract for the job in Switzerland.
I'd expect nothing less. Fine work that man. Now screw them on the T&C's.
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 10:37:27 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 10:33:40 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 06:39:31 PM
Is this the result of Filthy Assistant's you-aren't-the-boss-of-ME-ism?
Sorry, missed this earlier.
A direct result.
All that was required was to NOT FUCK WITH IT.
He just needs to stop. And also what Nigel said.
There is no stop. There is only continual fuckery, and the more he fucks up, the more he is determined to fix everything. I can't stop him, short of mayhem.
Think of me as the engine room officer on a Carnival Cruise Liner. The purser has decided how to make the engines run more efficiently, and the captain won't do shit, and every time I turn my back, we're dead in the water again.
QuoteThere is only continual fuckery, and the more he fucks up, the more he is determined to fix everything. I can't stop him, short of mayhem.
Just hammering out a small ding.
(http://www.bigmouthstrikesagain.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/2215600420_c2b33af681.jpg)
(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0J0So6__tMk/UIwOR73W8ZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/czZkhkUIAio/s1600/father+ted.jpg)
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 10:36:38 PM
Well, I just checked my mail. My actual mail, not email.
I just found a contract for the job in Switzerland.
That's AWESOME!
:awesome:
Quote from: Junkenstein on April 05, 2013, 10:42:39 PM
QuoteThere is only continual fuckery, and the more he fucks up, the more he is determined to fix everything. I can't stop him, short of mayhem.
Just hammering out a small ding.
(http://www.bigmouthstrikesagain.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/2215600420_c2b33af681.jpg)
(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0J0So6__tMk/UIwOR73W8ZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/czZkhkUIAio/s1600/father+ted.jpg)
Can't see the pics. Will check them out tonight.
AFTER pills, not before.
Quote from: Junkenstein on April 05, 2013, 05:45:20 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 03:39:35 PM
Quote from: Junkenstein on April 05, 2013, 09:03:24 AM
Picked up some sort of cold/flu thing. Still gone to work. Woe betide any fool who calls in sick today. I'm 400 miles from home and sick and STILL HERE.
What do you do for a living again? I always kinda assumed you worked in oil, up on a rig in the North Sea or something.
I'm in Demolition and unfortunately tend to be based away from home a lot. At the moment "a lot" is pretty much all the fucking time.
Well, at least in demolition you get to blow stuff up at the end.
I mean, it must be somewhat cathartic.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 10:40:00 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 10:37:27 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 10:33:40 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 06:39:31 PM
Is this the result of Filthy Assistant's you-aren't-the-boss-of-ME-ism?
Sorry, missed this earlier.
A direct result.
All that was required was to NOT FUCK WITH IT.
He just needs to stop. And also what Nigel said.
There is no stop. There is only continual fuckery, and the more he fucks up, the more he is determined to fix everything. I can't stop him, short of mayhem.
Think of me as the engine room officer on a Carnival Cruise Liner. The purser has decided how to make the engines run more efficiently, and the captain won't do shit, and every time I turn my back, we're dead in the water again.
Oh man.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 10:35:32 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 05, 2013, 10:33:27 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 07:29:14 PM
On the plus side, I've figured out how to get the saggers out.
I'm going to have to dismantle the whole fucking thing.
I am not at all upset about this. No. I currently exist in the eye of the storm, a small oasis of calm and serenity. It's nice and quiet here, and everything is going to be okay.
Good goddamn. :horrormirth:
"YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE CRAZY TO WORK HERE, BUT IT HELPS."
"SOMEONE HAS A CASE OF THE MONDAYS."
The above statements and/or witticisms would be all that it would take. Seriously.
You need to shout them. Pre-emptively.
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 10:43:44 PM
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Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 03:39:35 PM
Quote from: Junkenstein on April 05, 2013, 09:03:24 AM
Picked up some sort of cold/flu thing. Still gone to work. Woe betide any fool who calls in sick today. I'm 400 miles from home and sick and STILL HERE.
What do you do for a living again? I always kinda assumed you worked in oil, up on a rig in the North Sea or something.
I'm in Demolition and unfortunately tend to be based away from home a lot. At the moment "a lot" is pretty much all the fucking time.
Well, at least in demolition you get to blow stuff up at the end.
I mean, it must be somewhat cathartic.
I had a friend that did tear-out demolition. I never ever saw him looking miserable.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 10:36:38 PM
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Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 06:39:31 PM
Is this the result of Filthy Assistant's you-aren't-the-boss-of-ME-ism?
Sorry, missed this earlier.
A direct result.
All that was required was to NOT FUCK WITH IT.
Can you at least write him up for it?
No. He is not a direct report of mine anymore, and Jim isn't talking to anyone right now. He's locked in his office and he swears at you if you knock on the door.
Go ask him if he has a case of the Mondays.
I dare you.
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 04:24:53 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 03:34:25 PM
That sounds like my email account.
I get, on average, about 90 "conversations" in Outlook on a week day, so probably closer to 150 emails, back and forth. Over half have nothing to do with me. I always love getting emails about how "there is cake for all the staff in the common room" for example. Yeah, because that's only a two mile walk for me. I really needed that information. And please tell me more about the company Tumblr! I'd troll the damn thing, if anyone actually ever read it.
Trolling tumblr is the best. There are so many vegans to fuck with.
Unfortunately, this particular tumblr is for things which are too long to fit on the company twitter. It's very...meh.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 05, 2013, 10:44:09 PM
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Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 07:29:14 PM
On the plus side, I've figured out how to get the saggers out.
I'm going to have to dismantle the whole fucking thing.
I am not at all upset about this. No. I currently exist in the eye of the storm, a small oasis of calm and serenity. It's nice and quiet here, and everything is going to be okay.
Good goddamn. :horrormirth:
"YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE CRAZY TO WORK HERE, BUT IT HELPS."
"SOMEONE HAS A CASE OF THE MONDAYS."
The above statements and/or witticisms would be all that it would take. Seriously.
You need to shout them. Pre-emptively.
No, that might break my calm, serene facade. And under that facade, haha, who knows what's down there? Ha! Hahaha!
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 05, 2013, 10:45:11 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 10:36:38 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 05, 2013, 10:35:44 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 10:33:40 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 06:39:31 PM
Is this the result of Filthy Assistant's you-aren't-the-boss-of-ME-ism?
Sorry, missed this earlier.
A direct result.
All that was required was to NOT FUCK WITH IT.
Can you at least write him up for it?
No. He is not a direct report of mine anymore, and Jim isn't talking to anyone right now. He's locked in his office and he swears at you if you knock on the door.
Go ask him if he has a case of the Mondays.
I dare you.
Won't work, I don't think he can actually process language at the moment.
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 10:45:19 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 04:24:53 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 03:34:25 PM
That sounds like my email account.
I get, on average, about 90 "conversations" in Outlook on a week day, so probably closer to 150 emails, back and forth. Over half have nothing to do with me. I always love getting emails about how "there is cake for all the staff in the common room" for example. Yeah, because that's only a two mile walk for me. I really needed that information. And please tell me more about the company Tumblr! I'd troll the damn thing, if anyone actually ever read it.
Trolling tumblr is the best. There are so many vegans to fuck with.
Unfortunately, this particular tumblr is for things which are too long to fit on the company twitter. It's very...meh.
Yeah, sounds it.
Besides, after what he did during our meeting with 2 sales reps from the company that made the kiln (trying to sell us another train wreck for our #4 slot), I am not fucking with that man today.
I don't think those sales guys will be back.
(ETA: That was spectacularly bad timing on their part.)
I think Japanese/American relations got set back 68 years today.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 10:44:23 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 10:43:44 PM
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Quote from: Junkenstein on April 05, 2013, 09:03:24 AM
Picked up some sort of cold/flu thing. Still gone to work. Woe betide any fool who calls in sick today. I'm 400 miles from home and sick and STILL HERE.
What do you do for a living again? I always kinda assumed you worked in oil, up on a rig in the North Sea or something.
I'm in Demolition and unfortunately tend to be based away from home a lot. At the moment "a lot" is pretty much all the fucking time.
Well, at least in demolition you get to blow stuff up at the end.
I mean, it must be somewhat cathartic.
I had a friend that did tear-out demolition. I never ever saw him looking miserable.
I'm more on the contracts/cash side. Far too many meetings, far too little time with my crowbar.
And you have no idea the amount of forms now needed for even a little bang. Ask me about the ex-Sapper crew I worked with one time. They used explosives for everything. I mean fucking everything. Opening cans, Doors, windows.... If explosive kinetic force accomplished the task-Done. They had it down to an
art.
Quote from: Junkenstein on April 05, 2013, 10:50:20 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 10:44:23 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 10:43:44 PM
Quote from: Junkenstein on April 05, 2013, 05:45:20 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 03:39:35 PM
Quote from: Junkenstein on April 05, 2013, 09:03:24 AM
Picked up some sort of cold/flu thing. Still gone to work. Woe betide any fool who calls in sick today. I'm 400 miles from home and sick and STILL HERE.
What do you do for a living again? I always kinda assumed you worked in oil, up on a rig in the North Sea or something.
I'm in Demolition and unfortunately tend to be based away from home a lot. At the moment "a lot" is pretty much all the fucking time.
Well, at least in demolition you get to blow stuff up at the end.
I mean, it must be somewhat cathartic.
I had a friend that did tear-out demolition. I never ever saw him looking miserable.
I'm more on the contracts/cash side. Far too many meetings, far too little time with my crowbar.
And you have no idea the amount of forms now needed for even a little bang. Ask me about the ex-Sapper crew I worked with one time. They used explosives for everything. I mean fucking everything. Opening cans, Doors, windows.... If explosive kinetic force accomplished the task-Done. They had it down to an art.
I have a mechanic that doesn't know what a wrench is. Cut the fucker off, weld it back on.
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 10:46:42 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 10:45:19 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 04:24:53 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 03:34:25 PM
That sounds like my email account.
I get, on average, about 90 "conversations" in Outlook on a week day, so probably closer to 150 emails, back and forth. Over half have nothing to do with me. I always love getting emails about how "there is cake for all the staff in the common room" for example. Yeah, because that's only a two mile walk for me. I really needed that information. And please tell me more about the company Tumblr! I'd troll the damn thing, if anyone actually ever read it.
Trolling tumblr is the best. There are so many vegans to fuck with.
Unfortunately, this particular tumblr is for things which are too long to fit on the company twitter. It's very...meh.
Yeah, sounds it.
Here's an example:
QuoteLast week saw teachers from across the [company] gather at Head Office for the annual [company] English Forum.
Some fantastic ideas and resources were shared - which you can access through the Storify links above.
The [company] Mathematics Forum is being held at the [company] School for Girls (nearest tube: [deleted]) on Thursday 21st March from 4.00 p.m. Please join [person] to share ideas, resources, tips and experiences. Email [another person] if you can make it, please!
Obviously, I need to be emailed
every single time this is updated.
Quote from: Junkenstein on April 05, 2013, 10:50:20 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 05, 2013, 10:44:23 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 10:43:44 PM
Quote from: Junkenstein on April 05, 2013, 05:45:20 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 05, 2013, 03:39:35 PM
Quote from: Junkenstein on April 05, 2013, 09:03:24 AM
Picked up some sort of cold/flu thing. Still gone to work. Woe betide any fool who calls in sick today. I'm 400 miles from home and sick and STILL HERE.
What do you do for a living again? I always kinda assumed you worked in oil, up on a rig in the North Sea or something.
I'm in Demolition and unfortunately tend to be based away from home a lot. At the moment "a lot" is pretty much all the fucking time.
Well, at least in demolition you get to blow stuff up at the end.
I mean, it must be somewhat cathartic.
I had a friend that did tear-out demolition. I never ever saw him looking miserable.
I'm more on the contracts/cash side. Far too many meetings, far too little time with my crowbar.
And you have no idea the amount of forms now needed for even a little bang. Ask me about the ex-Sapper crew I worked with one time. They used explosives for everything. I mean fucking everything. Opening cans, Doors, windows.... If explosive kinetic force accomplished the task-Done. They had it down to an art.
My dad used to do demolitions in the Army, and on the railroads afterwards. They used to take bets on how far they could blow the bridge away from its current location. And, this being the Australian bush, lots of
hilarious pranks involving snakes and coolboxes for beer.
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 10:01:03 PM
I just had lunch with my friend who's currently home from Korea. He's got me semi-seriously considering teaching English there.
Have you seen Dave's Cafe (http://forums.eslcafe.com/korea/) yet? Has a lot of resources / first-hand anecdotes about life as an ESL teacher there.
The major qualifications seem to be a) a college degree, any kind of college degree, and b) a notarized letter saying you don't have a criminal record.
Naturally, 95% of prospective teacher's questions are stuff like "How does notarization work?" (answer: surprisingly easy to mess up, takes longer than you expect [so don't put it off!], and is apparently
only ever requested by people who want to teach English in Korea.) and "What counts as a criminal record? Are Koreans cool with drunk driving? I spent a year in prison but it was state not federal law, does the FBI know about that?"
I got the impression that there is a ... divide ... between people with an interest in languages, cultures and teaching, and people who somehow managed to get a degree without acquiring any skills along the way.
This rota looks strange. Two days on, one day off. Eight days on, three days off.
Oh man, I'm going to have to learn French. Again.
But I suppose, on the plus side, I will be living here:
(http://i.imgur.com/sYoUuox.jpg?1)
Quote from: Cain on April 06, 2013, 12:40:54 AM
Oh man, I'm going to have to learn French. Again.
But I suppose, on the plus side, I will be living here:
(http://i.imgur.com/sYoUuox.jpg?1)
WHOA.
FUCK YES. :fap:
Quote from: Cain on April 06, 2013, 12:40:54 AM
Oh man, I'm going to have to learn French. Again.
But I suppose, on the plus side, I will be living here:
(http://i.imgur.com/sYoUuox.jpg?1)
Damn. That's pretty sweet.
Quote from: Cain on April 06, 2013, 12:40:54 AM
Oh man, I'm going to have to learn French. Again.
But I suppose, on the plus side, I will be living here:
(http://i.imgur.com/sYoUuox.jpg?1)
That is kind of amazingly beautiful. It's almost as pretty as Portland.
The whole area is very pretty. The town is on Lake Geneva, so you've got the tail-end of the French Alps adding to the lake itself for a fairly amazingly backdrop.
Yeah, looks gorgeous. I'm more than a little envious, lol.
Quote from: Golden Applesauce on April 05, 2013, 10:58:40 PM
Quote from: Juana Go? on April 05, 2013, 10:01:03 PM
I just had lunch with my friend who's currently home from Korea. He's got me semi-seriously considering teaching English there.
Have you seen Dave's Cafe (http://forums.eslcafe.com/korea/) yet? Has a lot of resources / first-hand anecdotes about life as an ESL teacher there.
The major qualifications seem to be a) a college degree, any kind of college degree, and b) a notarized letter saying you don't have a criminal record.
Naturally, 95% of prospective teacher's questions are stuff like "How does notarization work?" (answer: surprisingly easy to mess up, takes longer than you expect [so don't put it off!], and is apparently only ever requested by people who want to teach English in Korea.) and "What counts as a criminal record? Are Koreans cool with drunk driving? I spent a year in prison but it was state not federal law, does the FBI know about that?"
I got the impression that there is a ... divide ... between people with an interest in languages, cultures and teaching, and people who somehow managed to get a degree acquiring any skills along the way.
No, I hadn't. My friend teaches English in Seoul and he spent lunch trying to sell me the idea. I haven't done any research of my own yet, so thanks for the link.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 06, 2013, 12:58:14 AM
Quote from: Cain on April 06, 2013, 12:40:54 AM
Oh man, I'm going to have to learn French. Again.
But I suppose, on the plus side, I will be living here:
(http://i.imgur.com/sYoUuox.jpg?1)
That is kind of amazingly beautiful. It's almost as pretty as Portland.
Both places have too much water. They're spoiled, and they leave it lying around.
(to the gay bar)
Ps- Prince tribute night. Be jelly.
I gayed it up pretty good last night. I even sang karaoke.
That's next weekend for me.
Almost done putting in my garden! Finally. 10x19' of evil Bermuda grass yanked and shade cloth'd out. I'm hoping to have all my plants in by the end of the week.
f5ing all day long
Unofficially handed my notice in today. Will write the real letter tomorrow.
SHIT FUCK DAMN
I just remembered that I posted in the drug thread yesterday. Now I have to live with that choice. That little icon next to the thread title indicating that I posted in it will haunt me forever.
We all make bad choices, Cainad. But in this case, it's a choice that could lead to cake. Or Apricot Bastards.
I spent most of my day rearranging the living room and doing stats homework. All the homework I have left to do now this weekend is read a chapter from my psych textbook and a chapter from my chemistry textbook.
I am mildly chagrined to learn that this chemistry class is only going to cover 3 chapters from this book. It's weird. And then I talked to a friend who took all three terms of gen chem in one term, the mad bastard. And during the summer, too, so he did each "term" in three weeks.
I am humbled. No way I'm doing that, fuck no.
COOKIES!
I need to go check the thread, but it looks like "grab bag" is probably going to win. Anyone who hasn't already, please PM me a shipping address for your cookies, as well as any allergy or information or dietary restrictions I should know about. Good food separation procedure will be followed for items containing nuts.
I hope the grab bag includes Apricot Bastards. That's all I really have to say.
APRICOT BASTARDS.
Mmmm . . . baked goods!
MY LIBRARY DOES NOT OPEN UNTIL TWO PM ON SUNDAYS. GODDAMNIT, UNIVERSITY CUTBACKS. I need to be able to get books and I cannot get to my books in the student union, a place I really don't like to spend time anyway.
I need a head count for baked goods soon. PLZ get me shipping info. Even if you're just going to feed the cookies to other people (or The Desert). I think I'm gonna bake this Tuesday so I can make way too much and feed Tuesday Dinner people, then ship things to you guys, then bring some to a baby shower on Saturday. My house is gonna smell like AWESOME.
Also, RWHN GET IN ON THIS! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE YOUR BAKED GOODS
After earning a living from doing massage for nearly a year, I have lost 12 fucking lbs. I am, however, gaining muscle mass and definition super fast. So...
Need more sandwiches.
OK brain, you are saying you just saw where I put the drill bits, now please tell where that actually is.
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on April 07, 2013, 07:24:55 PM
OK brain, you are saying you just saw where I put the drill bits, now please tell where that actually is.
http://theoatmeal.com/comics/brain
I can't believe how many terrible recipes there are for Chef's Chocolate Salty Balls.
I figured they were no bake cookies with a bit of extra salt.
Boys are so confusing.
SO CONFUSING.
Sigh.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 08, 2013, 05:06:37 AM
Boys are so confusing.
SO CONFUSING.
Sigh.
Nope. We're pretty damn simple, actually. Just whack us with a rolled up newspaper once a day, throw us something resembling food, and don't get TOO upset when we piddle on the carpet.
We decided to put our house on the market, which means staging the condo, which means I climbed and descended about 150 flights of stairs with heavy shit yesterday.
My legs hurt.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 08, 2013, 05:12:11 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 08, 2013, 05:06:37 AM
Boys are so confusing.
SO CONFUSING.
Sigh.
Nope. We're pretty damn simple, actually. Just whack us with a rolled up newspaper once a day, throw us something resembling food, and don't get TOO upset when we piddle on the carpet.
You are simple to YOU, because all of your completely mysterious thought processes appear obvious FROM THE INSIDE.
From the outside, I don't fucking understand anything you people do. YOU MAKE NO SENSE.
Shit, this is heating up to be a busy day on the board with lots of meaty stuff to talk about and I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL IN 15 MINUTES. :(
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 08, 2013, 02:17:00 PM
We decided to put our house on the market, which means staging the condo, which means I climbed and descended about 150 flights of stairs with heavy shit yesterday.
My legs hurt.
Oh wow, good luck!
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 08, 2013, 06:03:33 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 08, 2013, 05:12:11 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 08, 2013, 05:06:37 AM
Boys are so confusing.
SO CONFUSING.
Sigh.
Nope. We're pretty damn simple, actually. Just whack us with a rolled up newspaper once a day, throw us something resembling food, and don't get TOO upset when we piddle on the carpet.
You are simple to YOU, because all of your completely mysterious thought processes appear obvious FROM THE INSIDE.
From the outside, I don't fucking understand anything you people do. YOU MAKE NO SENSE.
(Most) men make sense to me.
It's (most) women I can't understand for the life of me.
Quote from: Sita on April 08, 2013, 06:12:44 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 08, 2013, 06:03:33 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 08, 2013, 05:12:11 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 08, 2013, 05:06:37 AM
Boys are so confusing.
SO CONFUSING.
Sigh.
Nope. We're pretty damn simple, actually. Just whack us with a rolled up newspaper once a day, throw us something resembling food, and don't get TOO upset when we piddle on the carpet.
You are simple to YOU, because all of your completely mysterious thought processes appear obvious FROM THE INSIDE.
From the outside, I don't fucking understand anything you people do. YOU MAKE NO SENSE.
(Most) men make sense to me.
It's (most) women I can't understand for the life of me.
Good for you. Come tell me what the deal is with this guy I'm seeing.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 08, 2013, 06:03:33 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 08, 2013, 05:12:11 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 08, 2013, 05:06:37 AM
Boys are so confusing.
SO CONFUSING.
Sigh.
Nope. We're pretty damn simple, actually. Just whack us with a rolled up newspaper once a day, throw us something resembling food, and don't get TOO upset when we piddle on the carpet.
You are simple to YOU, because all of your completely mysterious thought processes appear obvious FROM THE INSIDE.
From the outside, I don't fucking understand anything you people do. YOU MAKE NO SENSE.
Our behavior is simple to the observer. We are precisely as we appear to be. Beneath our shallow exteriors lie an enormous lack of intelligent thought.
We are DERP. Women look for motivations and thought processes that aren't there.
I speak with authority here. I am a male, I have been a male all of my life, and I am dumb as a bag of pig iron.
I, however, have developed a wonderfur meta self, in where I realize I am naught but a brute, and therefore develop a secondary personality which does its best to countermand my base impulses when dealing with a female I wish to bone hard and long have a respectful and meaningful relationship bone hard and long.
This leads to a self-imposed cognitive dissonance, where I often act in bizarre and unexpected ways as I try to act the way I think she wants me to act, which is often completely wrong.
Roger has the superior Way. Obvioulsy.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 08, 2013, 06:45:33 PM
I, however, have developed a wonderfur meta self, in where I realize I am naught but a brute, and therefore develop a secondary personality which does its best to countermand my base impulses when dealing with a female I wish to bone hard and long have a respectful and meaningful relationship bone hard and long.
This leads to a self-imposed cognitive dissonance, where I often act in bizarre and unexpected ways as I try to act the way I think she wants me to act, which is often completely wrong.
Roger has the superior Way. Obvioulsy.
I just know who and what I am.
I am not stupid, but I am a fool. I love women in general terms, and I go partially concussed when I am around them. When I am around a woman I love in specific terms, I go completely brain damaged...By which I mean, my motivations on any given subject are very simple and very obvious. This leads people to think there's something going on under the surface.
But there isn't. There's just The Good Reverend Doktor Roger Howl jamming his head into the future, to see what will happen.
It sounds goofy, but it's a winning strategy for happiness. And slightly elevated medical expenses.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 08, 2013, 06:20:00 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 08, 2013, 06:03:33 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 08, 2013, 05:12:11 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 08, 2013, 05:06:37 AM
Boys are so confusing.
SO CONFUSING.
Sigh.
Nope. We're pretty damn simple, actually. Just whack us with a rolled up newspaper once a day, throw us something resembling food, and don't get TOO upset when we piddle on the carpet.
You are simple to YOU, because all of your completely mysterious thought processes appear obvious FROM THE INSIDE.
From the outside, I don't fucking understand anything you people do. YOU MAKE NO SENSE.
Our behavior is simple to the observer. We are precisely as we appear to be. Beneath our shallow exteriors lie an enormous lack of intelligent thought.
We are DERP. Women look for motivations and thought processes that aren't there.
I speak with authority here. I am a male, I have been a male all of my life, and I am dumb as a bag of pig iron.
To illustrate, last night I was lost in thought and completely missed three different things my wife said to me. Finally, exasperated, she demanded to know what I was thinking about, and (for once) I told her the honest-to-god truth:
"Huh? Oh. I was thinking of all the ways a pitchfork is like a regular table fork."
This, she took to be me fucking with her or refusing to answer the question, but that wasn't the case. In fact that one train of thought actually did occupy my brain to the point that it was unable to process external stimuli like the sound of her voice coming at me.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 08, 2013, 06:45:33 PM
I, however, have developed a wonderfur meta self, in where I realize I am naught but a brute, and therefore develop a secondary personality which does its best to countermand my base impulses when dealing with a female I wish to bone hard and long have a respectful and meaningful relationship bone hard and long.
This leads to a self-imposed cognitive dissonance, where I often act in bizarre and unexpected ways as I try to act the way I think she wants me to act, which is often completely wrong.
Roger has the superior Way. Obvioulsy.
:lulz: I'm kind of hoping that's what's going on, here.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 08, 2013, 06:53:32 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 08, 2013, 06:45:33 PM
I, however, have developed a wonderfur meta self, in where I realize I am naught but a brute, and therefore develop a secondary personality which does its best to countermand my base impulses when dealing with a female I wish to bone hard and long have a respectful and meaningful relationship bone hard and long.
This leads to a self-imposed cognitive dissonance, where I often act in bizarre and unexpected ways as I try to act the way I think she wants me to act, which is often completely wrong.
Roger has the superior Way. Obvioulsy.
I just know who and what I am.
I am not stupid, but I am a fool. I love women in general terms, and I go partially concussed when I am around them. When I am around a woman I love in specific terms, I go completely brain damaged...By which I mean, my motivations on any given subject are very simple and very obvious. This leads people to think there's something going on under the surface.
But there isn't. There's just The Good Reverend Doktor Roger Howl jamming his head into the future, to see what will happen.
It sounds goofy, but it's a winning strategy for happiness. And slightly elevated medical expenses.
Well, this one I have (or thought I had) is confusing the fuck out of me. He ought to take a lesson from your book.
All he has to do is let me know that he wants to put his penis in me, and I'm there.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 09, 2013, 01:39:48 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 08, 2013, 06:53:32 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 08, 2013, 06:45:33 PM
I, however, have developed a wonderfur meta self, in where I realize I am naught but a brute, and therefore develop a secondary personality which does its best to countermand my base impulses when dealing with a female I wish to bone hard and long have a respectful and meaningful relationship bone hard and long.
This leads to a self-imposed cognitive dissonance, where I often act in bizarre and unexpected ways as I try to act the way I think she wants me to act, which is often completely wrong.
Roger has the superior Way. Obvioulsy.
I just know who and what I am.
I am not stupid, but I am a fool. I love women in general terms, and I go partially concussed when I am around them. When I am around a woman I love in specific terms, I go completely brain damaged...By which I mean, my motivations on any given subject are very simple and very obvious. This leads people to think there's something going on under the surface.
But there isn't. There's just The Good Reverend Doktor Roger Howl jamming his head into the future, to see what will happen.
It sounds goofy, but it's a winning strategy for happiness. And slightly elevated medical expenses.
Well, this one I have (or thought I had) is confusing the fuck out of me. He ought to take a lesson from your book.
All he has to do is let me know that he wants to put his penis in me, and I'm there.
ask him if he wants an invite to the party in your pance.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 09, 2013, 01:39:48 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 08, 2013, 06:53:32 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 08, 2013, 06:45:33 PM
I, however, have developed a wonderfur meta self, in where I realize I am naught but a brute, and therefore develop a secondary personality which does its best to countermand my base impulses when dealing with a female I wish to bone hard and long have a respectful and meaningful relationship bone hard and long.
This leads to a self-imposed cognitive dissonance, where I often act in bizarre and unexpected ways as I try to act the way I think she wants me to act, which is often completely wrong.
Roger has the superior Way. Obvioulsy.
I just know who and what I am.
I am not stupid, but I am a fool. I love women in general terms, and I go partially concussed when I am around them. When I am around a woman I love in specific terms, I go completely brain damaged...By which I mean, my motivations on any given subject are very simple and very obvious. This leads people to think there's something going on under the surface.
But there isn't. There's just The Good Reverend Doktor Roger Howl jamming his head into the future, to see what will happen.
It sounds goofy, but it's a winning strategy for happiness. And slightly elevated medical expenses.
Well, this one I have (or thought I had) is confusing the fuck out of me. He ought to take a lesson from your book.
All he has to do is let me know that he wants to put his penis in me, and I'm there.
Having met you, it is obvious that the confusion isn't on YOUR part.
Diagnosis: HE'S A FUCKING MORON.
Proposed treatment: Roofie him up. Alternatively, go find a guy who isn't stone blind and brainsmashed.
On a completely unrelated note, Roger, where the blazes did you find that avatar? It gives me a horrible case of the WTFROFLs whenever I see it... which created some really odd brainsmashes while reading LOBB. :lol:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 09, 2013, 02:38:08 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 09, 2013, 01:39:48 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 08, 2013, 06:53:32 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 08, 2013, 06:45:33 PM
I, however, have developed a wonderfur meta self, in where I realize I am naught but a brute, and therefore develop a secondary personality which does its best to countermand my base impulses when dealing with a female I wish to bone hard and long have a respectful and meaningful relationship bone hard and long.
This leads to a self-imposed cognitive dissonance, where I often act in bizarre and unexpected ways as I try to act the way I think she wants me to act, which is often completely wrong.
Roger has the superior Way. Obvioulsy.
I just know who and what I am.
I am not stupid, but I am a fool. I love women in general terms, and I go partially concussed when I am around them. When I am around a woman I love in specific terms, I go completely brain damaged...By which I mean, my motivations on any given subject are very simple and very obvious. This leads people to think there's something going on under the surface.
But there isn't. There's just The Good Reverend Doktor Roger Howl jamming his head into the future, to see what will happen.
It sounds goofy, but it's a winning strategy for happiness. And slightly elevated medical expenses.
Well, this one I have (or thought I had) is confusing the fuck out of me. He ought to take a lesson from your book.
All he has to do is let me know that he wants to put his penis in me, and I'm there.
Having met you, it is obvious that the confusion isn't on YOUR part.
Diagnosis: HE'S A FUCKING MORON.
Proposed treatment: Roofie him up. Alternatively, go find a guy who isn't stone blind and brainsmashed.
As a FUCKING MORON with a demonstrable history of not knowing a woman is into me after signals up to and including being slapped around and told "I HAVE A THING FOR YOU, YOU DIPSHIT" I say give the guy a chance.
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 09, 2013, 03:00:21 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 09, 2013, 02:38:08 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 09, 2013, 01:39:48 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 08, 2013, 06:53:32 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 08, 2013, 06:45:33 PM
I, however, have developed a wonderfur meta self, in where I realize I am naught but a brute, and therefore develop a secondary personality which does its best to countermand my base impulses when dealing with a female I wish to bone hard and long have a respectful and meaningful relationship bone hard and long.
This leads to a self-imposed cognitive dissonance, where I often act in bizarre and unexpected ways as I try to act the way I think she wants me to act, which is often completely wrong.
Roger has the superior Way. Obvioulsy.
I just know who and what I am.
I am not stupid, but I am a fool. I love women in general terms, and I go partially concussed when I am around them. When I am around a woman I love in specific terms, I go completely brain damaged...By which I mean, my motivations on any given subject are very simple and very obvious. This leads people to think there's something going on under the surface.
But there isn't. There's just The Good Reverend Doktor Roger Howl jamming his head into the future, to see what will happen.
It sounds goofy, but it's a winning strategy for happiness. And slightly elevated medical expenses.
Well, this one I have (or thought I had) is confusing the fuck out of me. He ought to take a lesson from your book.
All he has to do is let me know that he wants to put his penis in me, and I'm there.
Having met you, it is obvious that the confusion isn't on YOUR part.
Diagnosis: HE'S A FUCKING MORON.
Proposed treatment: Roofie him up. Alternatively, go find a guy who isn't stone blind and brainsmashed.
As a FUCKING MORON with a demonstrable history of not knowing a woman is into me after signals up to and including being slapped around and told "I HAVE A THING FOR YOU, YOU DIPSHIT" I say give the guy a chance.
ROOFIES IT IS, THEN!
Quote from: Luna on April 09, 2013, 02:54:24 AM
On a completely unrelated note, Roger, where the blazes did you find that avatar? It gives me a horrible case of the WTFROFLs whenever I see it... which created some really odd brainsmashes while reading LOBB. :lol:
Found it on my hard drive. No idea where I got it.
I like it, though. Vader seems to be having such a good time. He doesn't get that very often.
Life update, in case anybody cares...
Been working, the job went from temp to honest-to-god-full-time last month, which is awesome, and means that in a couple months, I get benefits like paid time off, holidays, and insurance and stuff. (I have decided that, even though I could make the NYEX continue to keep me on his insurance, I want my own damn insurance, and the ability to pick my own coverage, rather than depend on whatever stupidity he has decided on.)
Still an NYEX, fucker still hasn't bothered to file the paperwork, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna pay to do it. He drags it out much longer, he's gonna be explaining to their kid why Mommy and Daddy aren't actually married. (Yeah, they spawned.)
Have been seeing the new guy for just over a year now... Feels like no time at all... Or forever... I'm calling that an awesome thing. (He bought me a TARDIS cookie jar, with Jammy Dodgers and Jelly Babies for our anniversary. I'm a geek, I teared up.)
Commute to and from work is still an hour and a half or so each way, I'm giving some thought to moving at least a little closer... but work is close to Boston, so anything even remotely close has Boston suburb prices, I might as well cut my own throat. Gonna catch up on the bills, save up for the first month/last month/security, and look around, see what's what. Need to at least shift out of RI and into MA so I'm only paying taxes in one state.
Quote from: Luna on April 09, 2013, 03:03:48 AM
Life update, in case anybody cares...
Been working, the job went from temp to honest-to-god-full-time last month, which is awesome, and means that in a couple months, I get benefits like paid time off, holidays, and insurance and stuff. (I have decided that, even though I could make the NYEX continue to keep me on his insurance, I want my own damn insurance, and the ability to pick my own coverage, rather than depend on whatever stupidity he has decided on.)
Still an NYEX, fucker still hasn't bothered to file the paperwork, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna pay to do it. He drags it out much longer, he's gonna be explaining to their kid why Mommy and Daddy aren't actually married. (Yeah, they spawned.)
Have been seeing the new guy for just over a year now... Feels like no time at all... Or forever... I'm calling that an awesome thing. (He bought me a TARDIS cookie jar, with Jammy Dodgers and Jelly Babies for our anniversary. I'm a geek, I teared up.)
Commute to and from work is still an hour and a half or so each way, I'm giving some thought to moving at least a little closer... but work is close to Boston, so anything even remotely close has Boston suburb prices, I might as well cut my own throat. Gonna catch up on the bills, save up for the first month/last month/security, and look around, see what's what. Need to at least shift out of RI and into MA so I'm only paying taxes in one state.
YAY!
KILL THE OLD ONE, KEEP THE NEW ONE!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 09, 2013, 03:02:22 AM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 09, 2013, 03:00:21 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 09, 2013, 02:38:08 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 09, 2013, 01:39:48 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 08, 2013, 06:53:32 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 08, 2013, 06:45:33 PM
I, however, have developed a wonderfur meta self, in where I realize I am naught but a brute, and therefore develop a secondary personality which does its best to countermand my base impulses when dealing with a female I wish to bone hard and long have a respectful and meaningful relationship bone hard and long.
This leads to a self-imposed cognitive dissonance, where I often act in bizarre and unexpected ways as I try to act the way I think she wants me to act, which is often completely wrong.
Roger has the superior Way. Obvioulsy.
I just know who and what I am.
I am not stupid, but I am a fool. I love women in general terms, and I go partially concussed when I am around them. When I am around a woman I love in specific terms, I go completely brain damaged...By which I mean, my motivations on any given subject are very simple and very obvious. This leads people to think there's something going on under the surface.
But there isn't. There's just The Good Reverend Doktor Roger Howl jamming his head into the future, to see what will happen.
It sounds goofy, but it's a winning strategy for happiness. And slightly elevated medical expenses.
Well, this one I have (or thought I had) is confusing the fuck out of me. He ought to take a lesson from your book.
All he has to do is let me know that he wants to put his penis in me, and I'm there.
Having met you, it is obvious that the confusion isn't on YOUR part.
Diagnosis: HE'S A FUCKING MORON.
Proposed treatment: Roofie him up. Alternatively, go find a guy who isn't stone blind and brainsmashed.
As a FUCKING MORON with a demonstrable history of not knowing a woman is into me after signals up to and including being slapped around and told "I HAVE A THING FOR YOU, YOU DIPSHIT" I say give the guy a chance.
ROOFIES IT IS, THEN!
Ugh, Nigel, I HATE it when they're stupid. You drive yourself bugshit crazy trying to figure out if they're stupid, playing stupid because they don't want to hope you're interested, or playing stupid because they AREN'T interested and don't want to make things awkward by saying it.
No advice, here, because shit like that never works out for me.
New work: HURRAH!
NYEX: LAMESAUCE!
New Guy: HURRAH!
Commute: LAMESAUCE!
Overall score: FUCK ALL THAT OTHER SHIT, HURRAH!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 09, 2013, 03:04:59 AM
Quote from: Luna on April 09, 2013, 03:03:48 AM
Life update, in case anybody cares...
Been working, the job went from temp to honest-to-god-full-time last month, which is awesome, and means that in a couple months, I get benefits like paid time off, holidays, and insurance and stuff. (I have decided that, even though I could make the NYEX continue to keep me on his insurance, I want my own damn insurance, and the ability to pick my own coverage, rather than depend on whatever stupidity he has decided on.)
Still an NYEX, fucker still hasn't bothered to file the paperwork, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna pay to do it. He drags it out much longer, he's gonna be explaining to their kid why Mommy and Daddy aren't actually married. (Yeah, they spawned.)
Have been seeing the new guy for just over a year now... Feels like no time at all... Or forever... I'm calling that an awesome thing. (He bought me a TARDIS cookie jar, with Jammy Dodgers and Jelly Babies for our anniversary. I'm a geek, I teared up.)
Commute to and from work is still an hour and a half or so each way, I'm giving some thought to moving at least a little closer... but work is close to Boston, so anything even remotely close has Boston suburb prices, I might as well cut my own throat. Gonna catch up on the bills, save up for the first month/last month/security, and look around, see what's what. Need to at least shift out of RI and into MA so I'm only paying taxes in one state.
YAY!
KILL THE OLD ONE, KEEP THE NEW ONE!
Quote from: Cainad on April 09, 2013, 03:07:40 AM
New work: HURRAH!
NYEX: LAMESAUCE!
New Guy: HURRAH!
Commute: LAMESAUCE!
Overall score: FUCK ALL THAT OTHER SHIT, HURRAH!
Yep, overall score, yay!
Also, bigass tree from the front of the house (which I loved, and which immediately started to die when NYEX and I bought the place) decided, during the winter storms, to fall on the house. Mother Nature took a shot, but apparently didn't have enough oomph behind it to actually bust through the roof, and didn't have enough aim to take out the NYEX or the Homewrecking Fuckmuppet.
I've gotta call the homeowner's insurance company (I'm still on the policy), and make sure that my name is on the settlement check... Tell the asshole that if he wants the check signed, I want the filing papers in my hand BEFORE I touch the pen. (Though, odds are, they're just going to pay whoever fixes it directly and I have no leverage, but I can find out.)
Quote from: Luna on April 09, 2013, 03:11:34 AM
Homewrecking Fuckmuppet.
I just sharted. For real. :lulz:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 09, 2013, 03:15:45 AM
Quote from: Luna on April 09, 2013, 03:11:34 AM
Homewrecking Fuckmuppet.
I just sharted. For real. :lulz:
In the almost a year between when I found out about her and I moved out, he used to get all sorts of bitchy when I referred to her as the "slut" or "whore." I amused myself coming up with things which included neither of those words. The above was one of my favorites, I came up with it shortly before I moved out, and, regrettably, have never had the opportunity to use to his (or her) face.
I'm saving it for a special occasion.
I swear to all that's holy, though, she's got Kermit the Frog's mouth, and, on many photos, the same "somebody's got his whole hand up my ass" bugged-out eyes.
Quote from: Luna on April 09, 2013, 03:20:38 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 09, 2013, 03:15:45 AM
Quote from: Luna on April 09, 2013, 03:11:34 AM
Homewrecking Fuckmuppet.
I just sharted. For real. :lulz:
In the almost a year between when I found out about her and I moved out, he used to get all sorts of bitchy when I referred to her as the "slut" or "whore." I amused myself coming up with things which included neither of those words. The above was one of my favorites, I came up with it shortly before I moved out, and, regrettably, have never had the opportunity to use to his (or her) face.
I'm saving it for a special occasion.
I swear to all that's holy, though, she's got Kermit the Frog's mouth, and, on many photos, the same "somebody's got his whole hand up my ass" bugged-out eyes.
I wouldn't. The best revenge is living well. You are doing well right now. You haven't fallen all to pieces, and if you think his dragging his feet on the paperwork is just laziness, then you don't understand the male brain.
He honestly thinks he could get you back if he decided to. No shit.
Hi Luna! You wanna get in on the cookie madness?
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 09, 2013, 03:25:52 AM
Hi Luna! You wanna get in on the cookie madness?
Cookies?? I LOVE cookies!
Haven't read back everything I missed, how do I get in?
Quote from: Luna on April 09, 2013, 03:27:05 AM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 09, 2013, 03:25:52 AM
Hi Luna! You wanna get in on the cookie madness?
Cookies?? I LOVE cookies!
Haven't read back everything I missed, how do I get in?
POST IN THE DRUG THREAD, DOWN IN THE POLITICAL BOARD.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 09, 2013, 03:23:19 AM
Quote from: Luna on April 09, 2013, 03:20:38 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 09, 2013, 03:15:45 AM
Quote from: Luna on April 09, 2013, 03:11:34 AM
Homewrecking Fuckmuppet.
I just sharted. For real. :lulz:
In the almost a year between when I found out about her and I moved out, he used to get all sorts of bitchy when I referred to her as the "slut" or "whore." I amused myself coming up with things which included neither of those words. The above was one of my favorites, I came up with it shortly before I moved out, and, regrettably, have never had the opportunity to use to his (or her) face.
I'm saving it for a special occasion.
I swear to all that's holy, though, she's got Kermit the Frog's mouth, and, on many photos, the same "somebody's got his whole hand up my ass" bugged-out eyes.
I wouldn't. The best revenge is living well. You are doing well right now. You haven't fallen all to pieces, and if you think his dragging his feet on the paperwork is just laziness, then you don't understand the male brain.
He honestly thinks he could get you back if he decided to. No shit.
I'm doing just fucking awesome right now.
If he's dumb enough to think he can get me back if he decided to, he's dumb enough to... Well, dumb enough to think he could get away with the shit he pulled in the first place. Yeah, I see your point.
I'm making an official request that, should I ever become brain-damaged enough to even CONSIDER going back, somebody kindly come and beat me over the head until I regain my sanity, or my brains leak out. Whichever.
PM me your address, too.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 09, 2013, 03:31:00 AM
PM me your address, too.
Done did. :) Double check before shipping, am considering moving to be closer to both work and regular source of happyfunsexytimes.
Quote from: Luna on April 09, 2013, 03:33:42 AM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 09, 2013, 03:31:00 AM
PM me your address, too.
Done did. :) Double check before shipping, am considering moving to be closer to both work and regular source of happyfunsexytimes.
Speaking of which... :banana: I'm off, but will be back more often.
So, a guy who I was having a thing with had a seizure and lost all memory of the thing.
That's a thing.
That's a kind of terrible thing. That makes my feet hurting seem pretty weaksauce.
Aw, I missed Luna. :sad:
I just found out that corn flakes were invented to keep people from fapping (http://hypervocal.com/news/2012/corn-flakes-inventor-john-kellogg-wanted-to-sew-your-foreskin-with-silver-wire/).
Quote from: stelz on April 09, 2013, 06:54:15 AM
I just found out that corn flakes were invented to keep people from fapping (http://hypervocal.com/news/2012/corn-flakes-inventor-john-kellogg-wanted-to-sew-your-foreskin-with-silver-wire/).
I knew Kellogg was an anti-masturbation weirdo, but I'd never bothered to look too deeply into it. What a fucking freak. Even worse, he was
popular at the time.
What would you do with two feet of gummy worm? For $30, you can find out! (http://www.vat19.com/dvds/worlds-largest-gummy-worm.cfm?adid=amazon)
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 09, 2013, 09:00:10 AM
What would you do with two feet of gummy worm? For $30, you can find out! (http://www.vat19.com/dvds/worlds-largest-gummy-worm.cfm?adid=amazon)
I've seen this product description before and it sure as hell wasn't on gummy worms:
QuoteEach World's Largest Gummy Worm features dual flavors, a ribbed body, and a five inch girth. It makes an amazing gift for now or later due to its year-long shelf life. Handmade in the USA. Available in seven flavor combinations.
Quote from: Junkenstein on April 09, 2013, 09:10:10 AM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 09, 2013, 09:00:10 AM
What would you do with two feet of gummy worm? For $30, you can find out! (http://www.vat19.com/dvds/worlds-largest-gummy-worm.cfm?adid=amazon)
I've seen this product description before and it sure as hell wasn't on gummy worms:
QuoteEach World's Largest Gummy Worm features dual flavors, a ribbed body, and a five inch girth. It makes an amazing gift for now or later due to its year-long shelf life. Handmade in the USA. Available in seven flavor combinations.
:lmnuendo:
Quote from: stelz on April 09, 2013, 05:39:06 AM
Aw, I missed Luna. :sad:
Still around. Joy of the interbutts, time delays can happen.
Also, I have been away too long. There is only one thing to do.
I'm going to mark all read.
:omg:
Today is the day of ALL THE BAKINGS. So far only one thing has failed to cook properly, so that's something. Also, I'm terrible at planning. If you end up with less of something than everyone else, it's because I hate you (or math).
YAY LUNA'S BACK!!!
I will try roofies on him. Or something.
If I ever see him again. He didn't text me yesterday so maybe he's lost interest.
I am going to go play scientist now, back around I don't know fucking when, this is my long day.
HAVE FUN BAKING GOGIRA!
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 09, 2013, 04:44:56 PM
I am going to go play scientist now, back around I don't know fucking when, this is my long day.
Have fun!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 09, 2013, 04:45:47 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 09, 2013, 04:44:56 PM
I am going to go play scientist now, back around I don't know fucking when, this is my long day.
Have fun!
Oh, fuck, she's going to do science to him... :eek:
Hi, honey, I'm home.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 09, 2013, 04:35:13 PM
Today is the day of ALL THE BAKINGS. So far only one thing has failed to cook properly, so that's something. Also, I'm terrible at planning. If you end up with less of something than everyone else, it's because I hate you (or math).
When I bake, the only ones who will eat what comes out of the oven are the firemen who show up because of for fire.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 09, 2013, 06:27:35 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 09, 2013, 04:35:13 PM
Today is the day of ALL THE BAKINGS. So far only one thing has failed to cook properly, so that's something. Also, I'm terrible at planning. If you end up with less of something than everyone else, it's because I hate you (or math).
When I bake, the only ones who will eat what comes out of the oven are the firemen who show up because of for fire.
Hee... Last fireman who came to my house for baking, I kept.
Quote from: Luna on April 09, 2013, 07:03:19 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 09, 2013, 06:27:35 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 09, 2013, 04:35:13 PM
Today is the day of ALL THE BAKINGS. So far only one thing has failed to cook properly, so that's something. Also, I'm terrible at planning. If you end up with less of something than everyone else, it's because I hate you (or math).
When I bake, the only ones who will eat what comes out of the oven are the firemen who show up because of for fire.
Hee... Last fireman who came to my house for baking, I kept.
I should try that some time.
True story. I was home alone, bored, and baked pumpkin bread. Tossed up a pic on Facebook, because, fuck you, I have yummy and you don't. While trading a couple of the other guys, I get a message from my buddy, who happens to be an ENTer, asking where his is. Told him to come get it, and he did. :-)
Well, I guess that's it for the day.
TGRR,
Still has a half hour to kill.
http://myscienceacademy.org/2013/04/09/laser-weapon-system-laws/ (http://myscienceacademy.org/2013/04/09/laser-weapon-system-laws/)
AND STILL NO FLYING CARS!
I want my goddamn money back.
Just got off work. Need a job that does not cut my hands all to fuck as it makes it hard to be crafty when my hands are rougher than a cat's tongue and covered in band-aids. And I ain't even workin' construction. Unless you count building sammiches, which I don't.
Had a good night. Almost got pissed off but remembered that the job and the issues aren't worth my ire. No, no. Upper decking, maybe. But not anger.
Longest goddamn day ever. I am so looking forward to a time when Tuesdays aren't 13 hours of pure go go go.
I heard from the boy. Nothing meaningful, but it was a response. I sent him a picture of the "GODISSKUM" from IKEA. He liked it.
I ate some strange and terrible things today. I feel like those things are now trying to fight their way out of my abdomen through whatever orifice possible, even if they have to make a fresh one.
Indonesian coffee is best coffee.
Just putting it out there, for people who didn't know.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 10, 2013, 07:42:48 AM
I ate some strange and terrible things today. I feel like those things are now trying to fight their way out of my abdomen through whatever orifice possible, even if they have to make a fresh one.
Ow, had that once, after finishing off some of Richter's leftover vindaloo. :eek:
Quote from: V3X on April 10, 2013, 01:58:25 AM
http://myscienceacademy.org/2013/04/09/laser-weapon-system-laws/ (http://myscienceacademy.org/2013/04/09/laser-weapon-system-laws/)
AND STILL NO FLYING CARS!
I want my goddamn money back.
The ship I worked on had a contract that was part of the testing for that system. It was actually one of the most boring jobs we ever did.
Nut-free cookies are done, now to poison my kitchen with allergens!
So, the sandstorm finally ended, and we have that smell you get after a storm.
Not the one you're thinking of. This wasn't rain, after all. No, it's a combination of "ash tray" and "open and untended field latrine".
Smell that fresh air. Yum yum yum. Makes me feel like a new man.
http://reagle.org/joseph/pelican/category/internet-rules-and-laws-20.html
Quote from: Luna on April 10, 2013, 11:24:19 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 10, 2013, 07:42:48 AM
I ate some strange and terrible things today. I feel like those things are now trying to fight their way out of my abdomen through whatever orifice possible, even if they have to make a fresh one.
Ow, had that once, after finishing off some of Richter's leftover vindaloo. :eek:
I am not loving it.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 10, 2013, 06:37:25 PM
So, the sandstorm finally ended, and we have that smell you get after a storm.
Not the one you're thinking of. This wasn't rain, after all. No, it's a combination of "ash tray" and "open and untended field latrine".
Smell that fresh air. Yum yum yum. Makes me feel like a new man.
:lol: Gross!
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 11, 2013, 02:34:34 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 10, 2013, 06:37:25 PM
So, the sandstorm finally ended, and we have that smell you get after a storm.
Not the one you're thinking of. This wasn't rain, after all. No, it's a combination of "ash tray" and "open and untended field latrine".
Smell that fresh air. Yum yum yum. Makes me feel like a new man.
:lol: Gross!
It's like God squatted over the city. Again.
Got the phone call about an hour before I left work, friend's baby looks to be finally on the way. Poor woman has been in early labor since Monday morning, it's now Wednesday afternoon, about time, right?
I go over after work, send them off to the hospital. Spend a couple hours sitting on their eldest (the other two kids being farmed out to family friends for the duration), and crash out on the couch.
5AM, front door opens. They both walk in, no baby, yet. Apparently, "it just stopped."
Huh. So my net pay in my new job is my gross pay in this job. I can live with that.
Quote from: Cain on April 11, 2013, 12:06:04 PM
Huh. So my net pay in my new job is my gross pay in this job. I can live with that.
:thumb:
YAY MONEYS
Tis a nice bonus.
I must have looked at the pay wrong, as I originally thought I was getting paid the same as I currently am. To be honest though, they could have been paying less and I still would have seriously considered it.
Also, Switzerland. Everything is expensive, yo.
That is excellent, Cain!
I knew Cain would manage to extricate himself from the Brat Farm and land something awesome. It was only a matter of time. 8)
My cousin, who is living poorly (and by that I mean without style, grace, or MAXIMUM FUN) on Kindergeld (Germans just GIVE you money when you have kids every month. They also take out a fuckton in payroll taxes, like, 50% of your pay in some cases).
So he's living directly off the government dwindling number of tax payers, putting in zero effort to finish some kind of education so he can qualify for work other than labor type jobs (which he's too much of a pansy for) and more or less missed his chance to do so now that he's 20.
So now...he's going to be a rapper. Little rapper from one of the richest and backwater areas in Germany. All right, OKAY.
Except he's on FB, talking to some courier company about an ad, and how they didn't respond to his email, how they only do anything for money, how he makes them want to puke. He wants them to put out an ad for his new single.
YOU MAKE ME PUKE, SELL MY SONG.
How does access to one of the better educations in the world, clean air and countryside, and all that other shit produce such a first world brat with zero concept of..well anything beyond his own direct needs?
I keep thinking of having them send him here for a few months, then I put him to work and make him cry. He would cry too, little baby.
I want everybody to GTFO my planet. Now.
About a month left in the semester. Things are getting busy. Wont be around too much in the next couple of weeks but ill try and stop in from time to time.
Did not finish packing things in time to ship today, have to do it tomorrow.
My kitchen is a mess, but it smells AMAZING.
I was just accused of oppressing a well-heeled, American white male for suggesting survivor benefits should go to widows and children of the deceased and that a self-declared eternal-bachelor should NOT be allowed to sign a contract naming his DOG a beneficiary of survivor benefits, just because HE paid into the system too.
Why not? I wouldn't necessarily call that oppression, but what is wrong with someone who doesn't have any intent on ever having children being able to leave resources behind for a pet?
Quote from: Six Feet of Sole on April 12, 2013, 02:48:20 AM
Why not? I wouldn't necessarily call that oppression, but what is wrong with someone who doesn't have any intent on ever having children being able to leave resources behind for a pet?
I don't think Social Security is really set up for that.
I mean, the guy can set up a trust fund for his dog all week long if that's what he wants, but I don't think the SSI office is going to pay into it.
That's his argument. It had to do with an argument I made for marriage equality and he said the GLBT community should take the path of least resistance and let the religious keep their marriage and just accept civil union. I replied that a "tiered" system of inequality was still unequal and encouraged society to return to a "separate but equal" attitude about people different from themselves which was NOT COOL in my book.
He then brought up eliminating state-recognition of unions ALTOGETHER because it's unconstitutional and unfair and suggested people should be allowed to just contract themselves to whomever, whenever, however, privately and without intervention. At some point, he challenged me to come up with one thing a marriage or civil union could allow partners to do that a contract could not and I replied with the survivor benefits thing. He insisted a contract or Will could take care of that too.
So, appealing to his obv libertarian side, I told him theoretically, that's a great idea but realistically, it'll lead to fraud and a whole lot of worse messes as private contracts CAN be challenged in court by surviving birth relatives and marriage can NOT as easily be challenged. I mentioned that in such instance, we really *would* have people doing fraudulent things like contracting themselves to their pets and stuff on paper and a host of issues due to improperly or unwitnessed contracts. and the like. I postulated that there would be MORE infringing government intervention as the courts became bogged down trying to sort out which of these contracts constituted intent to bind together in union two (or more) adults, which were unlawful, which were jokes, etc. (I didn't even really get INTO matters with children or access to medical and financial access type stuff).
Then he said something like "Well what's wrong with unwitnessed contracts? The government has no business, yadda yadda. And why CAN'T I will my dog to receive survivor benefits after I go? I pay too. It isn't fair."
So after the ice cream headache subsided a bit from THAT, I explained to him that those benefits are a safety net for partners suffering from the loss of the other team member who shared burdens and obligations with them. They are not a windfall, not intended for pets and they aren't there so that he can Will his best friend in Colorado a new car, just because he croaked.
That if he wanted his dog cared for when he bit the big one, he was welcome to buy separate insurance for that but that we all pay into a system that's there to ensure widows are still able to provide for the children if daddy dies and 80 year old grandmas don't have to eat cat food.
Then, before I had a chance to make a double-post, delving into what a bad idea it is allowing unwitnessed contracts with no regulation that no governing body is allowed to enforce or deny and ask him how that system would prevent breech of contract and someone cleaning out everything and leaving the other partner with nothing, he accused me of wanting to legislate morality and infringe on his rights as a single man who intends not to marry by not granting him the same rights and benefits as people who are married, he went off again, whining about how unfair it is to him and that I don't really stand for EQUALITY, I wanted to assign rights to my favorites. That I was all about equality until it comes to HIM. (He's white, male and well-heeled. Did I mention that?)
I almost lost it.
"Wow. Yeah, because you're so oppressed," I said.
To which he replied:
"Never said I was oppressed. Just not treated as an equal. I love it though. Rather than shoot for the right thing and get our government out of our lives, you'd like to solve problems like this with more government.
...and yes, I guess I am sort of oppressed. I won't get to enjoy the same benefits and rights as the rest of you and all because I don't want to get married in order to have those rights and benefits. You've got a lovely double standard there. Keep it up." and:
"...but I do enjoy how you turn to sarcasm when you've got nuthin'."
So I said:
"MORE GOVERNMENT? Are you serious? It's creating more government to keep religious people from infringing GLBT right to marry? Wow. And they used to call ME a Libertarian nutter..." And:
"And I don't understand. Using your logic, I'm being oppressed too because I'm not needy and therefore, can't collect food stamps. Saying you're entitled to widower benefits even though you never intend to be a widow makes about as much sense."
His response:
"Keep typing. All I see is equality for everyone. ...except you and you and...
Using my logic, there would be no inequality for anyone. ANYONE. We would all be given the same rights, benefits, etc.
Using your logic, I would continue to lose defense contracts because I'm not a minority run business. I understand why they USED to call you a libertarian. A true libertarian is against government intrusion except where it is absolutely necessary."
(RIGHT, BECAUSE I SAID MINORITY GROUPS COME BEFORE WHITES WHEN IT COMES TIME TO ASSIGN DEFENSE CONTRACTS!!! GRRR!!!)
And then he flounced with:
"I'm out. It's clear to me that you don't want to treat EVERYONE equally.
Sorry for blowing up your post Cedric. I sincerely hope that someday soon you'll be treated as an absolute equal with all the accorded rights and benefits that we ALL deserve."
Exactly which motorcycle is..? Where..? What the..?
I made a new friend. Out for a smoke like. Maybe there was an oh shit car got broken into moment. Anyway his name is niall. Her from county down. His accent did strike me as northern. He thought mine sounded canadian.
OK, PD, I need a head-check.
ECHGF 2.0 snooped my phone. Now, I haven't been hiding anything from her or doing anything I wouldn't want her to know about. There's no reason for her to have any suspicions that would even come CLOSE to justifying that sort of thing, if indeed anything ever justifies that sort of thing. Her stated reason for feeling suspicious and insecure enough to snoop my phone is that I'm still friends with my ex-GF and talk to her alot, which is true depending on your definition of "alot", in that we exchange texts a few times a week. I have never kept that hidden or a secret. I explained to her right from the start that if I liked someone enough to spend 7 years with them, even if things didn't work out romantically I'm still going to want to be friends with that person. None of our conversations veer into anything inappropriate or threatening to my current relationship. Not to mention that my ex lives 200 miles away. I've seen her once in the last 7 months, when I stopped by to pick up a load of my stuff.
Now, with regards to the current GF, this is the first time she's ever done anything that's actually UPSET me (not talking about normal everyday annoyances) and the first time she's ever shown any hint of maybe having a touch of the crazy. She is, by and large, a very sweet and intelligent woman who makes me laugh alot and enjoys enough of the things I enjoy that we don't drive each other nuts with our quirks.
And yet....SHE SNOOPED MY MOTHERFUCKING PHONE. THAT IS NOT EVEN A TINY BIT OK. And trusting people is very difficult for me and being able to trust someone is pretty much my number one prerequisite for wanting to be in a serious romantic relationship with them. So I ask you, PD, if I decide that this is a deal-breaker for me, am I overreacting?
This may be a deal-breaker for me.
I'd guess the reasonable thing to do would be state that this is a motherfucking line. Cross it again and pack your bags.
I can forgive a fuck-up, I struggle to forgive repeat offences.
Disclaimer: I snooped the NYEX's phone. I felt lousy about it when I did it, and worse when I found exactly what I had expected to find.
She most likely did it because, yes, she is insecure. Assuming, for the moment, that she has Baden screwed over at least once in the past (who hasn't?), this is understandable. She doesn't know how to deal with it, and you having conversations with your ex aggravated it. (Note, I think it is awesome you still have a cordial relationship with your ex.)
You were clear, you thought. She missed the message. This was a communication breakdown.
You are justifiably upset. She was (not knowing her, I am speculating, here) acting to deal with an unaddressed insecurity. She handled it wrong.
Express to her that snooping in your phone is disrespectful, and you won't tolerate it. If you are party with showing her the conversations, tell her that if she wants to see, you will show her. Tell her that, more than the snooping, you are worried that she doesn't trust you, and see if you can work through that.
I'd call it a first major fight, and see if it's recoverable.
Quote from: Balls Wellington on April 12, 2013, 09:26:08 AM
OK, PD, I need a head-check.
ECHGF 2.0 snooped my phone. Now, I haven't been hiding anything from her or doing anything I wouldn't want her to know about. There's no reason for her to have any suspicions that would even come CLOSE to justifying that sort of thing, if indeed anything ever justifies that sort of thing. Her stated reason for feeling suspicious and insecure enough to snoop my phone is that I'm still friends with my ex-GF and talk to her alot, which is true depending on your definition of "alot", in that we exchange texts a few times a week. I have never kept that hidden or a secret. I explained to her right from the start that if I liked someone enough to spend 7 years with them, even if things didn't work out romantically I'm still going to want to be friends with that person. None of our conversations veer into anything inappropriate or threatening to my current relationship. Not to mention that my ex lives 200 miles away. I've seen her once in the last 7 months, when I stopped by to pick up a load of my stuff.
Now, with regards to the current GF, this is the first time she's ever done anything that's actually UPSET me (not talking about normal everyday annoyances) and the first time she's ever shown any hint of maybe having a touch of the crazy. She is, by and large, a very sweet and intelligent woman who makes me laugh alot and enjoys enough of the things I enjoy that we don't drive each other nuts with our quirks.
And yet....SHE SNOOPED MY MOTHERFUCKING PHONE. THAT IS NOT EVEN A TINY BIT OK. And trusting people is very difficult for me and being able to trust someone is pretty much my number one prerequisite for wanting to be in a serious romantic relationship with them. So I ask you, PD, if I decide that this is a deal-breaker for me, am I overreacting?
This may be a deal-breaker for me.
No. You are not.
I can tell you from experience that if you allow this to slip by "unreacted about," the natural progression of things leads to you becoming their property and your shit being their
right to search.
It's possible this has been done to her and she doesn't know what big line this is. If that's the case, you can have a serious talk and explain that this must never happen again, then let it go but if she does it again, it probably means she can't help herself and it's never going to stop. Be glad it reared its ugly head before you ended up stuck with her somehow.
I'm with the "repeat offenses is a deal-breaker" crowd, but you gotta go with what makes you comfortable.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 12, 2013, 02:20:45 PM
I'm with the "repeat offenses is a deal-breaker" crowd, but you gotta go with what makes you comfortable.
^this^
Quote from: Pixie on April 12, 2013, 02:33:48 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 12, 2013, 02:20:45 PM
I'm with the "repeat offenses is a deal-breaker" crowd, but you gotta go with what makes you comfortable.
^this^
Yeah. People should be allowed ONE big fuckup, because they're, well...human.
A pattern of big fuckups is something else entirely.
I hate snoopers. They generally are repeat offenders, and depending on how AWESOME the person is, I guess I would allow it to happen twice before dropping them. Once is a fuckup, twice is a pattern.
Dan Savage says snooping is acceptable so long as what's found outweighs the crime of snooping. So, rarely ever. I just think trust is important, if you can't trust the one you're with enough to leave their damned phone alone, why torture yourself staying with them?
Quote from: Balls Wellington on April 12, 2013, 09:26:08 AM
OK, PD, I need a head-check.
ECHGF 2.0 snooped my phone. Now, I haven't been hiding anything from her or doing anything I wouldn't want her to know about. There's no reason for her to have any suspicions that would even come CLOSE to justifying that sort of thing, if indeed anything ever justifies that sort of thing. Her stated reason for feeling suspicious and insecure enough to snoop my phone is that I'm still friends with my ex-GF and talk to her alot, which is true depending on your definition of "alot", in that we exchange texts a few times a week. I have never kept that hidden or a secret. I explained to her right from the start that if I liked someone enough to spend 7 years with them, even if things didn't work out romantically I'm still going to want to be friends with that person. None of our conversations veer into anything inappropriate or threatening to my current relationship. Not to mention that my ex lives 200 miles away. I've seen her once in the last 7 months, when I stopped by to pick up a load of my stuff.
Now, with regards to the current GF, this is the first time she's ever done anything that's actually UPSET me (not talking about normal everyday annoyances) and the first time she's ever shown any hint of maybe having a touch of the crazy. She is, by and large, a very sweet and intelligent woman who makes me laugh alot and enjoys enough of the things I enjoy that we don't drive each other nuts with our quirks.
And yet....SHE SNOOPED MY MOTHERFUCKING PHONE. THAT IS NOT EVEN A TINY BIT OK. And trusting people is very difficult for me and being able to trust someone is pretty much my number one prerequisite for wanting to be in a serious romantic relationship with them. So I ask you, PD, if I decide that this is a deal-breaker for me, am I overreacting?
This may be a deal-breaker for me.
Confront her about it, see how things go. You need more information. Specifically, does she actually feel justified in what she did?
Quote from: stelz on April 12, 2013, 03:30:11 PM
Quote from: Pixie on April 12, 2013, 02:33:48 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 12, 2013, 02:20:45 PM
I'm with the "repeat offenses is a deal-breaker" crowd, but you gotta go with what makes you comfortable.
^this^
Yeah. People should be allowed ONE big fuckup, because they're, well...human.
A pattern of big fuckups is something else entirely.
I'm in agreement here. As someone who was constantly accused of cheating for no reason (just one item in his bag o' tricks that left me still putting the pieces back together 8+ years later), only to later find out he cheated on me multiple times (projection, much?), rather than the one time he
bragged told bragged about, insecurity and trust issues can do quite a number on your brain. While I don't snoop, since I know how that feels, I know how insecurity can drive you insane, and it sounds like she didn't know do deal with it in an appropriate way.
But, trust is a huge thing in a relationship, from both parties, and if it's not there, it'll never work. I'd let her know how big of a deal it is, but maybe give her another chance. As has been mentioned, though, if it happens again, it's probably not going to stop.
so that's me signed up for 4* sea leader training, sidestepping 3* which will be included in my 4* training. After 3 days of intensive training I have up to a year to practice the shit, log trips assuming leader and assistant leader roles, then sit the assessment. When I pass that, I can start charging strangers money for taking parties of up to four on guided trips within a pretty limited remit whilst working toward 5* (top level).
The next step in operation: do my hobby for a living begins on the last week of June!
ECH, not that I think poorly of you, but it must be asked, if only to be put aside:
ARE you cheating?
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 12, 2013, 05:58:58 PM
ECH, not that I think poorly of you, but it must be asked, if only to be put aside:
ARE you cheating?
Doesn't really have much relevance, for the same reason we (supposedly) require warrants for searches in a legal sense. The ends do not justify the means; the result does not justify the bad act.
Quote from: Alty on April 12, 2013, 05:13:31 PM
I hate snoopers. They generally are repeat offenders, and depending on how AWESOME the person is, I guess I would allow it to happen twice before dropping them. Once is a fuckup, twice is a pattern.
Dan Savage says snooping is acceptable so long as what's found outweighs the crime of snooping. So, rarely ever. I just think trust is important, if you can't trust the one you're with enough to leave their damned phone alone, why torture yourself staying with them?
So the ends justify the means? That makes about as much sense as the men who justify crippling my independence as long as it keeps me from leaving them.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 12, 2013, 06:01:18 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 12, 2013, 05:58:58 PM
ECH, not that I think poorly of you, but it must be asked, if only to be put aside:
ARE you cheating?
Doesn't really have much relevance, for the same reason we (supposedly) require warrants for searches in a legal sense. The ends do not justify the means; the result does not justify the bad act.
Beat me to it.
Quote from: navkat: navkat of...navkat! on April 12, 2013, 07:10:55 PM
Quote from: Alty on April 12, 2013, 05:13:31 PM
I hate snoopers. They generally are repeat offenders, and depending on how AWESOME the person is, I guess I would allow it to happen twice before dropping them. Once is a fuckup, twice is a pattern.
Dan Savage says snooping is acceptable so long as what's found outweighs the crime of snooping. So, rarely ever. I just think trust is important, if you can't trust the one you're with enough to leave their damned phone alone, why torture yourself staying with them?
So the ends justify the means? That makes about as much sense as the men who justify crippling my independence as long as it keeps me from leaving them.
I don't see the direct corrolation there.
Either way, that's not so.much my opinion as much as its, Dan Savages. I am pretty unforgiving of people in relationships, and these days would probably drop someone immediately for going through my phone. My privacy is important to me in that regard, as a boundary.
The thing is, its a lack of confidence. A creepy sort of lack of confidence. And I just can't stomach it. I wouldn't feel much except the feeling of shoving that person into the One of THEM category, which is reserved for all the humans I do not have time.to worry about because humans that nurture me and don't sap my resources need that time.
If you are cheating, actually are cheating, and your other finds out you have bigger things to worry about beyond the snooping because you've already betrayed the other person.
If I DID snoop, which I wouldn't, and I found out some bad shit I would feel no remorse. Because they were a bigger asshole.
That's not the same as The Ends Justify The Means, it means You Cheated You Motherfucker, La La I can't hear you.
At that point its not about justification, its about a broken heart. The damage is done.
Quote from: Alty on April 12, 2013, 07:23:41 PM
If I DID snoop, which I wouldn't, and I found out some bad shit I would feel no remorse. Because they were a bigger asshole.
The other person may indeed be a bigger asshole, but that still leaves the snoop being merely a slightly smaller asshole.
I'd prefer not to be an asshole in that sense.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 12, 2013, 07:24:49 PM
Quote from: Alty on April 12, 2013, 07:23:41 PM
If I DID snoop, which I wouldn't, and I found out some bad shit I would feel no remorse. Because they were a bigger asshole.
The other person may indeed be a bigger asshole, but that still leaves the snoop being merely a slightly smaller asshole.
I'd prefer not to be an asshole in that sense.
I agree. I'd rather someone just go away if they don't want to stay by their word, and I'll let them dig that hole.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 12, 2013, 05:58:58 PM
ECH, not that I think poorly of you, but it must be asked, if only to be put aside:
ARE you cheating?
I thought I made it clear in the initial post, but no. Not with the exGF, not with anyone else. And I'm very straightforward about who and what I am ESPECIALLY with anyone I'm romantically involved in. If I feel the need to get some strange I'll ask for explicit permission first.
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on April 12, 2013, 05:48:25 PM
so that's me signed up for 4* sea leader training, sidestepping 3* which will be included in my 4* training. After 3 days of intensive training I have up to a year to practice the shit, log trips assuming leader and assistant leader roles, then sit the assessment. When I pass that, I can start charging strangers money for taking parties of up to four on guided trips within a pretty limited remit whilst working toward 5* (top level).
The next step in operation: do my hobby for a living begins on the last week of June!
Dude, that is awesome as fuck! Let me know if you ever need to hire a chef for your booming kayak tour business. I'm nowhere near what I'd call an experienced kayaker, but I'm also not an inexperienced kayaker.
Seriously though, that's friggin bad the fuck ass. I wish I could make a living doing something I like that much.
Unless you're head-over-heels with this girl, dump her now.
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on April 12, 2013, 05:48:25 PM
so that's me signed up for 4* sea leader training, sidestepping 3* which will be included in my 4* training. After 3 days of intensive training I have up to a year to practice the shit, log trips assuming leader and assistant leader roles, then sit the assessment. When I pass that, I can start charging strangers money for taking parties of up to four on guided trips within a pretty limited remit whilst working toward 5* (top level).
The next step in operation: do my hobby for a living begins on the last week of June!
That is very cool! Right on!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 12, 2013, 06:01:18 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 12, 2013, 05:58:58 PM
ECH, not that I think poorly of you, but it must be asked, if only to be put aside:
ARE you cheating?
Doesn't really have much relevance, for the same reason we (supposedly) require warrants for searches in a legal sense. The ends do not justify the means; the result does not justify the bad act.
I'm gonna debate that. I was at my wits end, going completely crazy, and had asked my husband over and over again what on earth was going on because everything felt JUST NOT RIGHT and he kept telling me that there was nothing. I finally lost it and looked at his email, and discovered that he was not only cheating, but that it had been going on for a while and that he was hooking up with people off Craigslist on a regular basis, sometimes in our house while I was gone, with the kids asleep in the house. Not only total strangers, but a risk to me and my kids.
Do the ends justify the means? I think that question doesn't even apply in a situation that messy, with lives that intertwined and with that many levels of shit going on. If I'd found nothing, I would have confessed and we would have ended up in counseling either way because shit was falling apart. It had to be bad for me to go to that kind of extreme.
On the other hand, snooping a boyfriend or girlfriend's phone because you "feel insecure" is just wrong, and I don't think it's a habit that can easily be trained out of someone. If they do it once, on some level they feel like their insecurity trumps your privacy, and that means they'll keep on doing it, and it will probably get worse.
Having lived with someone who would do shit like search my backpack when I wasn't looking, I am very sensitive to it. But I don't think that it's as simple to dismiss as "the end justifying the means" because in some cases, by the time a scrupulous person gets to that point, especially in a committed long-term partnership, something is very very wrong.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 12, 2013, 08:41:13 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 12, 2013, 06:01:18 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 12, 2013, 05:58:58 PM
ECH, not that I think poorly of you, but it must be asked, if only to be put aside:
ARE you cheating?
Doesn't really have much relevance, for the same reason we (supposedly) require warrants for searches in a legal sense. The ends do not justify the means; the result does not justify the bad act.
I'm gonna debate that. I was at my wits end, going completely crazy, and had asked my husband over and over again what on earth was going on because everything felt JUST NOT RIGHT and he kept telling me that there was nothing. I finally lost it and looked at his email, and discovered that he was not only cheating, but that it had been going on for a while and that he was hooking up with people off Craigslist on a regular basis, sometimes in our house while I was gone, with the kids asleep in the house. Not only total strangers, but a risk to me and my kids.
Do the ends justify the means? I think that question doesn't even apply in a situation that messy, with lives that intertwined and with that many levels of shit going on. If I'd found nothing, I would have confessed and we would have ended up in counseling either way because shit was falling apart. It had to be bad for me to go to that kind of extreme.
On the other hand, snooping a boyfriend or girlfriend's phone because you "feel insecure" is just wrong, and I don't think it's a habit that can easily be trained out of someone. If they do it once, on some level they feel like their insecurity trumps your privacy, and that means they'll keep on doing it, and it will probably get worse.
Having lived with someone who would do shit like search my backpack when I wasn't looking, I am very sensitive to it. But I don't think that it's as simple to dismiss as "the end justifying the means" because in some cases, by the time a scrupulous person gets to that point, especially in a committed long-term partnership, something is very very wrong.
Okay, I can see that. If there's probable cause to look, that's one thing. But over an insecurity? Naw.
Quote from: Alty on April 12, 2013, 07:23:41 PM
If you are cheating, actually are cheating, and your other finds out you have bigger things to worry about beyond the snooping because you've already betrayed the other person.
If I DID snoop, which I wouldn't, and I found out some bad shit I would feel no remorse. Because they were a bigger asshole.
That's not the same as The Ends Justify The Means, it means You Cheated You Motherfucker, La La I can't hear you.
At that point its not about justification, its about a broken heart. The damage is done.
"I don't wanna hear about it. You were planning to leave behind my back, right?"
"Yeah, but that's my..."
"NO-HOHHH! Were you or were you NOT planning to leave?"
"That's not the..."
"Answer the fucking question! It's a simple yes or no question! Yes or no? That's all I wanna hear out of you! I already know the answer, I just wanna hear YOU say it."
But you...
OHHHH!!! You can't do it, can you? You can't answer a simple fucking question! Are you stupid? Are you hard of hearing? Do you need me to repeat the question? You need me to repeat the question, Jenn? Huh?"
Yeah, I know all about self-righteous "La la, I can't hear you." Everyone thinks they have a good reason for the fucked up shit they do. The problem is, when you get into the business of crossing lines and justifying that, it becomes a slippery slope of perspectives and perpetual shittiness.
Don't get into the business of being a turd. I've made a fuckton of mistakes in my relationships but the only things I ever regret are ones where I've either crossed one of my own integrity lines or allowed them to cross mine. Take this from someone still digging her way out of a nightmare. The bars on my cage are alternating columns of hopelessness and obliterated self-esteem and the padlock on the hasp is my own guilt for shit I did that makes me little better. If they
aredoing you dirty, you being a dick back becomes a tool with which they will manipulate your broken heart into giving them another chance since "now you're even." It's a giant pit-trap full of excrement. Don't get in and grab a shovel.
If I could hop in the Delorean and go back to fix my shit, I'd kick my own ass and say the same things I'm saying now. The moment you start crossing lines too instead of severing yourself with your integrity still intact, you give them a partial right to posses a part of you because now they get to hold
you accountable for something...and if you have any kind of conscience or empathy, this is more compelling than you'd ever believe.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 12, 2013, 08:41:13 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 12, 2013, 06:01:18 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 12, 2013, 05:58:58 PM
ECH, not that I think poorly of you, but it must be asked, if only to be put aside:
ARE you cheating?
Doesn't really have much relevance, for the same reason we (supposedly) require warrants for searches in a legal sense. The ends do not justify the means; the result does not justify the bad act.
I'm gonna debate that. I was at my wits end, going completely crazy, and had asked my husband over and over again what on earth was going on because everything felt JUST NOT RIGHT and he kept telling me that there was nothing. I finally lost it and looked at his email, and discovered that he was not only cheating, but that it had been going on for a while and that he was hooking up with people off Craigslist on a regular basis, sometimes in our house while I was gone, with the kids asleep in the house. Not only total strangers, but a risk to me and my kids.
Do the ends justify the means? I think that question doesn't even apply in a situation that messy, with lives that intertwined and with that many levels of shit going on. If I'd found nothing, I would have confessed and we would have ended up in counseling either way because shit was falling apart. It had to be bad for me to go to that kind of extreme.
On the other hand, snooping a boyfriend or girlfriend's phone because you "feel insecure" is just wrong, and I don't think it's a habit that can easily be trained out of someone. If they do it once, on some level they feel like their insecurity trumps your privacy, and that means they'll keep on doing it, and it will probably get worse.
Having lived with someone who would do shit like search my backpack when I wasn't looking, I am very sensitive to it. But I don't think that it's as simple to dismiss as "the end justifying the means" because in some cases, by the time a scrupulous person gets to that point, especially in a committed long-term partnership, something is very very wrong.
Yeah, that's admittedly more complex. I'd say this:
QuoteNot only total strangers, but a risk to me and my kids.
is the delineating factor. And:
QuoteIt had to be bad for me to go to that kind of extreme.
Sounds like a good rule of thumb.
WHO'S GOT TWO THUMBS AND TWELVE BOXES FULL OF COOKIES FOR THE POST OFFICE?
This is the only good thing to come out of that thread.
I didn't know that he was inviting strange men from Craigslist to my house. I didn't know WHAT was going on. All I knew was that things weren't right, on some massive level that I couldn't comprehend. I mean, there were little things... like, what is this washcloth doing in his car? Why does he want me to go out for the evening, and why does he care so much about when I'll be back? Why does he keep leaving at odd times? Why is he acting so strange?
But there was nothing that really "justified" me looking at his email, other than my inner sense that something was horribly awry.
I'm just saying that yeah, it's not always a black-and-white situation.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 12, 2013, 08:56:01 PM
WHO'S GOT TWO THUMBS AND TWELVE BOXES FULL OF COOKIES FOR THE POST OFFICE?
WHOOHOOOOO!!!
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 12, 2013, 08:56:01 PM
WHO'S GOT TWO THUMBS AND TWELVE BOXES FULL OF COOKIES FOR THE POST OFFICE?
Even better than TWELVE thumbs and TWO boxes of cookies!
Quote from: navkat: navkat of...navkat! on April 12, 2013, 09:03:14 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 12, 2013, 08:56:01 PM
WHO'S GOT TWO THUMBS AND TWELVE BOXES FULL OF COOKIES FOR THE POST OFFICE?
Even better than TWELVE thumbs and TWO boxes of cookies!
TOO MANY THUMBS
:cpd:
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 12, 2013, 08:56:01 PM
WHO'S GOT TWO THUMBS AND TWELVE BOXES FULL OF COOKIES FOR THE POST OFFICE?
HOT DAMN
Quote from: navkat: navkat of...navkat! on April 12, 2013, 08:43:54 PM
Quote from: Alty on April 12, 2013, 07:23:41 PM
If you are cheating, actually are cheating, and your other finds out you have bigger things to worry about beyond the snooping because you've already betrayed the other person.
If I DID snoop, which I wouldn't, and I found out some bad shit I would feel no remorse. Because they were a bigger asshole.
That's not the same as The Ends Justify The Means, it means You Cheated You Motherfucker, La La I can't hear you.
At that point its not about justification, its about a broken heart. The damage is done.
"I don't wanna hear about it. You were planning to leave behind my back, right?"
"Yeah, but that's my..."
"NO-HOHHH! Were you or were you NOT planning to leave?"
"That's not the..."
"Answer the fucking question! It's a simple yes or no question! Yes or no? That's all I wanna hear out of you! I already know the answer, I just wanna hear YOU say it."
But you...
OHHHH!!! You can't do it, can you? You can't answer a simple fucking question! Are you stupid? Are you hard of hearing? Do you need me to repeat the question? You need me to repeat the question, Jenn? Huh?"
Yeah, I know all about self-righteous "La la, I can't hear you." Everyone thinks they have a good reason for the fucked up shit they do. The problem is, when you get into the business of crossing lines and justifying that, it becomes a slippery slope of perspectives and perpetual shittiness.
Don't get into the business of being a turd. I've made a fuckton of mistakes in my relationships but the only things I ever regret are ones where I've either crossed one of my own integrity lines or allowed them to cross mine. Take this from someone still digging her way out of a nightmare. The bars on my cage are alternating columns of hopelessness and obliterated self-esteem and the padlock on the hasp is my own guilt for shit I did that makes me little better. If they are
doing you dirty, you being a dick back becomes a tool with which they will manipulate your broken heart into giving them another chance since "now you're even." It's a giant pit-trap full of excrement. Don't get in and grab a shovel.
If I could hop in the Delorean and go back to fix my shit, I'd kick my own ass and say the same things I'm saying now. The moment you start crossing lines too instead of severing yourself with your integrity still intact, you give them a partial right to posses a part of you because now they get to hold you accountable for something...and if you have any kind of conscience or empathy, this is more compelling than you'd ever believe.
All right. I'm not really arguing what you think I'm arguing. If I found out someone was cheating on me through nefarious ways I wouldnt actually taunt them, I'd just end it
Jesus.
Also, nobody manipulates this guy into going anywhere. I have a very explicit, unbreakable Do Never Go Back Rule, which I have only broken once, to.my enduring detriment.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 12, 2013, 08:59:43 PM
I didn't know that he was inviting strange men from Craigslist to my house. I didn't know WHAT was going on. All I knew was that things weren't right, on some massive level that I couldn't comprehend. I mean, there were little things... like, what is this washcloth doing in his car? Why does he want me to go out for the evening, and why does he care so much about when I'll be back? Why does he keep leaving at odd times? Why is he acting so strange?
But there was nothing that really "justified" me looking at his email, other than my inner sense that something was horribly awry.
I'm just saying that yeah, it's not always a black-and-white situation.
If I take no other lesson from this mess when I'm finally healed, I hope it's that I never again allow myself to get hooked into a situation with someone again where I can't easily just bolt as soon as something's feels off.
I never thought there could ever possibly
be anything worse than not knowing but there is: Finding out for
certain what a horrible person they are and being unable to easily untangle yourself and/or knowing that they will never feel guilty or get their come-uppance is a constant burn that eventually eats through your faith in concepts like "justice," burns you out and robs you of your will to keep pushing. It kills even your sense of self-preservation after a certain point.
I ever get in a relationship again and the dude starts going through my shit, I hope to christ I've finally got the self-discipline and personal empowerment to vomit that boy and his belongings onto the sidewalk before the screen has a chance to timeout.
Quote from: Alty on April 12, 2013, 09:25:39 PM
If I found out someone was cheating on me through nefarious ways I wouldnt actually taunt them, I'd just end it
Jesus.
I'm not saying you would. I think you misunderstand. I'm saying that everyone feels justified in acting shitty when they feel slighted but acting on it and feeling righteous about it indicates a certain level of possessiveness. I mean, whatever your reasons, you're describing a certain level of entitlement to
inflict.PLEEEEASE don't take that the wrong way. The example I used was more severe for a reason, and only to raise the point about how blurry the lines can be.And I
don't think it'd make you a person who would go around hurting people. Also, after reading Nigel's anecdote, I admit, I can see how these things aren't always cut-and-dried but Nigel
did say it was extreme, she wasn't happy with herself for doing it and if she'd come up empty, she'd still have seen it as a sign of sickness in the relationship on both their parts. That's the most clearly defined part of that to me: spying on people is fucked up and that fact isn't relative.
Quote from: navkat: navkat of...navkat! on April 12, 2013, 09:56:22 PM
Quote from: Alty on April 12, 2013, 09:25:39 PM
If I found out someone was cheating on me through nefarious ways I wouldnt actually taunt them, I'd just end it
Jesus.
I'm not saying you would. I think you misunderstand. I'm saying that everyone feels justified in acting shitty when they feel slighted but acting on it and feeling righteous about it indicates a certain level of possessiveness. I mean, whatever your reasons, you're describing a certain level of entitlement to inflict.
PLEEEEASE don't take that the wrong way. The example I used was more severe for a reason, and only to raise the point about how blurry the lines can be.And I don't think it'd make you a person who would go around hurting people. Also, after reading Nigel's anecdote, I admit, I can see how these things aren't always cut-and-dried but Nigel did say it was extreme, she wasn't happy with herself for doing it and if she'd come up empty, she'd still have seen it as a sign of sickness in the relationship on both their parts. That's the most clearly defined part of that to me: spying on people is fucked up and that fact isn't relative.
Balls. If there's apparently a clear and present danger to yourself and/or your offspring, then a whole lot suddenly becomes okay, because you are no longer talking about snooping or ethics, you are talking about a clear and present danger.
It's not the ends justifying the means at that point, it's self-preservation. If you honestly can't tell the difference between the situation you were in and the situation Nigel was in, perhaps you need to take a few minutes and review the two situations again.
OH MY GOD POST OFFICE ON A FRIDAY AFTERNOON
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 12, 2013, 09:59:19 PM
Quote from: navkat: navkat of...navkat! on April 12, 2013, 09:56:22 PM
Quote from: Alty on April 12, 2013, 09:25:39 PM
If I found out someone was cheating on me through nefarious ways I wouldnt actually taunt them, I'd just end it
Jesus.
I'm not saying you would. I think you misunderstand. I'm saying that everyone feels justified in acting shitty when they feel slighted but acting on it and feeling righteous about it indicates a certain level of possessiveness. I mean, whatever your reasons, you're describing a certain level of entitlement to inflict.
PLEEEEASE don't take that the wrong way. The example I used was more severe for a reason, and only to raise the point about how blurry the lines can be.And I don't think it'd make you a person who would go around hurting people. Also, after reading Nigel's anecdote, I admit, I can see how these things aren't always cut-and-dried but Nigel did say it was extreme, she wasn't happy with herself for doing it and if she'd come up empty, she'd still have seen it as a sign of sickness in the relationship on both their parts. That's the most clearly defined part of that to me: spying on people is fucked up and that fact isn't relative.
Balls. If there's apparently a clear and present danger to yourself and/or your offspring, then a whole lot suddenly becomes okay, because you are no longer talking about snooping or ethics, you are talking about a clear and present danger.
It's not the ends justifying the means at that point, it's self-preservation. If you honestly can't tell the difference between the situation you were in and the situation Nigel was in, perhaps you need to take a few minutes and review the two situations again.
I do have to make the point again that
I didn't know. I didn't have any evidence other than some odd behavior and a gut feeling that something was wrong.
If I'd been wrong, well, that would have been my insecurity talking.
Sometimes, you do have to take that risk. And if you turn out to be wrong, you get your ass to therapy and sort out what's going on inside your head that led your intuition so far astray.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 12, 2013, 10:25:05 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 12, 2013, 10:13:03 PM
OH MY GOD POST OFFICE ON A FRIDAY AFTERNOON
I hear ya.
Well, they're all out now, except Waffles. I'm gonna do a separate batch of seriously shelf-stable ones for him.
Everyone who's getting cookies: I cannot guarantee that everything makes it there not stale or broken, in fact I'm pretty sure a bunch of things are going to break in transit. As long as nothing gets lost in the postal system, nothing will have the chance to go seriously bad, and the mix of baked goods should keep everything at close to the optimal moisture levels. The chocolate balls
contain alcohol as a preservative, do not feed them to small children.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 12, 2013, 10:47:46 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 12, 2013, 10:25:05 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 12, 2013, 10:13:03 PM
OH MY GOD POST OFFICE ON A FRIDAY AFTERNOON
I hear ya.
Well, they're all out now, except Waffles. I'm gonna do a separate batch of seriously shelf-stable ones for him.
Everyone who's getting cookies: I cannot guarantee that everything makes it there not stale or broken, in fact I'm pretty sure a bunch of things are going to break in transit. As long as nothing gets lost in the postal system, nothing will have the chance to go seriously bad, and the mix of baked goods should keep everything at close to the optimal moisture levels. The chocolate balls contain alcohol as a preservative, do not feed them to small children.
Sweet mother of Alice! I'm gonna eat the TAR out of those.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 12, 2013, 10:47:46 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 12, 2013, 10:25:05 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 12, 2013, 10:13:03 PM
OH MY GOD POST OFFICE ON A FRIDAY AFTERNOON
I hear ya.
Well, they're all out now, except Waffles. I'm gonna do a separate batch of seriously shelf-stable ones for him.
Everyone who's getting cookies: I cannot guarantee that everything makes it there not stale or broken, in fact I'm pretty sure a bunch of things are going to break in transit. As long as nothing gets lost in the postal system, nothing will have the chance to go seriously bad, and the mix of baked goods should keep everything at close to the optimal moisture levels. The chocolate balls contain alcohol as a preservative, do not feed them to small children.
:potd:
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on April 12, 2013, 05:48:25 PM
so that's me signed up for 4* sea leader training, sidestepping 3* which will be included in my 4* training. After 3 days of intensive training I have up to a year to practice the shit, log trips assuming leader and assistant leader roles, then sit the assessment. When I pass that, I can start charging strangers money for taking parties of up to four on guided trips within a pretty limited remit whilst working toward 5* (top level).
The next step in operation: do my hobby for a living begins on the last week of June!
Dude, that is kick-ass-awesome!
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 12, 2013, 10:47:46 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 12, 2013, 10:25:05 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 12, 2013, 10:13:03 PM
OH MY GOD POST OFFICE ON A FRIDAY AFTERNOON
I hear ya.
Well, they're all out now, except Waffles. I'm gonna do a separate batch of seriously shelf-stable ones for him.
Everyone who's getting cookies: I cannot guarantee that everything makes it there not stale or broken, in fact I'm pretty sure a bunch of things are going to break in transit. As long as nothing gets lost in the postal system, nothing will have the chance to go seriously bad, and the mix of baked goods should keep everything at close to the optimal moisture levels. The chocolate balls contain alcohol as a preservative, do not feed them to small children.
Huzzah!! :D :D :D Congrats on surviving the Post Office.
So after dating a few different people since the separation and divorce, I think I might have finally found one with some potential. A very cool, laid-back woman, who luckily happens to be a big fan of puns. (We haven't discussed drugs yet ;) ). So far it looks like I hit the jackpot.
The fun part will be introducing her to family.
I'll tell you whose chocolate balls contain alcohol.
Quote from: Six Feet of Sole on April 13, 2013, 12:32:40 AM
So after dating a few different people since the separation and divorce, I think I might have finally found one with some potential. A very cool, laid-back woman, who luckily happens to be a big fan of puns. (We haven't discussed drugs yet ;) ). So far it looks like I hit the jackpot.
The fun part will be introducing her to family.
Damn bro, that was fast. Never seen a divorce with children and property get finalized so quickly.
Yep, and without lawyers. It was finalized in February, and we're getting along great as we co-parent our kids. She had no interest in the house so that part was easy.
I think I found the perfect avatar. Hit refresh.
Quote from: Six Feet of Sole on April 13, 2013, 05:05:12 AM
Yep, and without lawyers. It was finalized in February, and we're getting along great as we co-parent our kids. She had no interest in the house so that part was easy.
Congrats on the divorce going well.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 13, 2013, 06:30:14 AM
Congrats on the divorce going well.
That is the funniest sentence I've read all day. :lol:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 13, 2013, 06:14:44 AM
I think I found the perfect avatar. Hit refresh.
Your avatar is hilarious in a "someday they'll come for me" sort of way. :P
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 12, 2013, 10:47:46 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 12, 2013, 10:25:05 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 12, 2013, 10:13:03 PM
OH MY GOD POST OFFICE ON A FRIDAY AFTERNOON
I hear ya.
Well, they're all out now, except Waffles. I'm gonna do a separate batch of seriously shelf-stable ones for him.
Everyone who's getting cookies: I cannot guarantee that everything makes it there not stale or broken, in fact I'm pretty sure a bunch of things are going to break in transit. As long as nothing gets lost in the postal system, nothing will have the chance to go seriously bad, and the mix of baked goods should keep everything at close to the optimal moisture levels. The chocolate balls contain alcohol as a preservative, do not feed them to small children.
You should salt and pickle them. Scandinavians can't get enough of that shit.
So tonight I have Navy Ball with the bf. I can't even begin to describe how giddy I am. Considering I haven't gone to a formal since fucking high school prom (I'm not counting my wedding.) I get to wear a dress, and makeup, and high heels! OMG. I GET TO BE A DAMN WOMAN. :banana:
University application sent. Should know what's happening in six weeks or less.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 13, 2013, 03:52:37 AM
I'll tell you whose chocolate balls contain alcohol.
ECH's?
Yes, they're talking about you. (http://www.cartoonbrew.com/ideas-commentary/seven-rules-for-pissing-off-artists-81003.html)
:x :x :x
Quote from: Cain on April 13, 2013, 06:05:53 PM
University application sent. Should know what's happening in six weeks or less.
Good luck!
Quote from: stelz on April 13, 2013, 07:19:28 PM
Yes, they're talking about you. (http://www.cartoonbrew.com/ideas-commentary/seven-rules-for-pissing-off-artists-81003.html)
:x :x :x
I'm fascinated by this division of "creatives" and "non-creatives". Someone pointed out that the author of the original article is a psychologist and a known troll, which makes me wonder if the article was indeed deliberately inflammatory.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 13, 2013, 08:20:59 PM
Quote from: stelz on April 13, 2013, 07:19:28 PM
Yes, they're talking about you. (http://www.cartoonbrew.com/ideas-commentary/seven-rules-for-pissing-off-artists-81003.html)
:x :x :x
I'm fascinated by this division of "creatives" and "non-creatives". Someone pointed out that the author of the original article is a psychologist and a known troll, which makes me wonder if the article was indeed deliberately inflammatory.
I'm sure it was.
"Pay them poorly".
Does anyone know what Essex is like? Is it a nice place?
Edit: There's a chance I may be moving to the UK
I can tell you about Essex, New York, but I imagine that wouldn't help much. :lol:
Probably not, no I forgot there was more then one of them.
Well, on the off chance you are ever invited to visit Essex, New York. Don't.
See when I hear New York, I assume cosmopolitan crime ridden cookpot.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Essex,_New_York
Not a place with 700 residents that has a list of "Notable" residents on its wikipedia page...
Wow, I never would have guessed it had that many people.
So I take these business classes through a local university, and the information is either extremely 20th Century, especially with regard to ethics, or it is so completely soft and.....bah BAH.
Today the question was posed:
QuoteThink of a time when someone got you to do something that you didn't like to do. You ended up liking it. Describe the situation and what did the person do to motivate you to try it?
My response:
Quote
There was this one time, a friend of mine, for anonymity let's call him Tom.
Anyway, Tom was painting this fence. It was pretty worn, and it was a particularly hot day. He looked like he was sweating something fierce, but he had this big grin on his face, like he was having the most fun a guy could have.
I couldn't understand how he could be having so much fun working so hard. But after he talked on and on about how cool it was, and how much he was enjoying it, I started to want to do it to. At first he wouldn't let me. But after a while of my pleading he let me grab a brush and get right to it.
Quote from: Faust on April 14, 2013, 02:38:52 AM
See when I hear New York, I assume cosmopolitan crime ridden cookpot.
Try "Cosmopolitan, crime-ridden
shopping mall" and you'd be half-right.
Quote from: Faust on April 14, 2013, 02:38:52 AM
See when I hear New York, I assume cosmopolitan crime ridden cookpot.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Essex,_New_York
Not a place with 700 residents that has a list of "Notable" residents on its wikipedia page...
When I hear New York, I think either "Watertown" (ugh), or NYC, which is awesome.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 14, 2013, 04:50:52 AM
Quote from: Faust on April 14, 2013, 02:38:52 AM
See when I hear New York, I assume cosmopolitan crime ridden cookpot.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Essex,_New_York
Not a place with 700 residents that has a list of "Notable" residents on its wikipedia page...
When I hear New York, I think either "Watertown" (ugh), or NYC, which is awesome.
YES! I mean, if you're doing something
other than being stuck here for 3 weeks, sandwiched between a hotel room smaller than my closet at home and an office full of screaming technophobic monkeys who can barely type in a password without taking the whole system offline.
I do enjoy that these people have discovered how to make fast food that isn't 70% salt and 30% grease, though.
Quote from: Faust on April 14, 2013, 01:51:36 AM
Does anyone know what Essex is like? Is it a nice place?
Edit: There's a chance I may be moving to the UK
Depends where in Essex you're looking at. It does have a bit of a reputation in the UK for being our version of New Jersey and Florida all rolled into one, but it's not an
entirely fair depiction. Colchester, for example, is quite nice, especially once you learn which pubs the soldiers and students go drinking in.
Quote from: Alty on April 14, 2013, 03:39:33 AM
So I take these business classes through a local university, and the information is either extremely 20th Century, especially with regard to ethics, or it is so completely soft and.....bah BAH.
Today the question was posed:
QuoteThink of a time when someone got you to do something that you didn't like to do. You ended up liking it. Describe the situation and what did the person do to motivate you to try it?
My response:
Quote
There was this one time, a friend of mine, for anonymity let's call him Tom.
Anyway, Tom was painting this fence. It was pretty worn, and it was a particularly hot day. He looked like he was sweating something fierce, but he had this big grin on his face, like he was having the most fun a guy could have.
I couldn't understand how he could be having so much fun working so hard. But after he talked on and on about how cool it was, and how much he was enjoying it, I started to want to do it to. At first he wouldn't let me. But after a while of my pleading he let me grab a brush and get right to it.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 14, 2013, 02:48:40 PM
Quote from: Alty on April 14, 2013, 03:39:33 AM
So I take these business classes through a local university, and the information is either extremely 20th Century, especially with regard to ethics, or it is so completely soft and.....bah BAH.
Today the question was posed:
QuoteThink of a time when someone got you to do something that you didn't like to do. You ended up liking it. Describe the situation and what did the person do to motivate you to try it?
My response:
Quote
There was this one time, a friend of mine, for anonymity let's call him Tom.
Anyway, Tom was painting this fence. It was pretty worn, and it was a particularly hot day. He looked like he was sweating something fierce, but he had this big grin on his face, like he was having the most fun a guy could have.
I couldn't understand how he could be having so much fun working so hard. But after he talked on and on about how cool it was, and how much he was enjoying it, I started to want to do it to. At first he wouldn't let me. But after a while of my pleading he let me grab a brush and get right to it.
:lulz: :lulz: :lulz:
Yeah, she thanked me for my conscientious work and told me that most students just don't give a damn.
*sigh*
Someday I'll get to use my brain, someday.
HOW COULD SHE NOT GET THAT? HOW???
These are my people. If any of you are hurting for cash, come.on up, because that's what the competition is like, in any sector.
Meanwhile, I've got a tank of gas, a few thousand miles of Alaskan highway, and a raging case of GO FUCK YOURSELF. Let me tell you, I knew marriage wasn't going to be puppy dog and rainbows, but I am damn near the end of my vast reserves of patience.
Also, I feel this needs to be said (not to you, Nigel), if there are any of you PDers who simply don't think very highly of me, please, PLEASE, don't feel the need to respond to me or be my FB friend even if I do actually respect and admire you. In fact, just please do your best to leave me the fuck alone.
Thanks.
IMO anybody who doesn't love you has shit wrong with they head.
Quote from: Faust on April 14, 2013, 01:51:36 AM
Does anyone know what Essex is like? Is it a nice place?
Edit: There's a chance I may be moving to the UK
Is in the south east, so, expensive is a guarantee yo.
Past that, I've no idea... I've never been there or felt any pressing need to go there
Quote from: Alty on April 14, 2013, 10:40:34 PM
These are my people. If any of you are hurting for cash, come.on up, because that's what the competition is like, in any sector.
Meanwhile, I've got a tank of gas, a few thousand miles of Alaskan highway, and a raging case of GO FUCK YOURSELF. Let me tell you, I knew marriage wasn't going to be puppy dog and rainbows, but I am damn near the end of my vast reserves of patience.
Also, I feel this needs to be said (not to you, Nigel), if there are any of you PDers who simply don't think very highly of me, please, PLEASE, don't feel the need to respond to me or be my FB friend even if I do actually respect and admire you. In fact, just please do your best to leave me the fuck alone.
Thanks.
Dude, if you need to chat, i have eyes and an internet connection.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gejSEOnaYek
Quote from: Pixie on April 14, 2013, 11:44:56 PM
Quote from: Alty on April 14, 2013, 10:40:34 PM
These are my people. If any of you are hurting for cash, come.on up, because that's what the competition is like, in any sector.
Meanwhile, I've got a tank of gas, a few thousand miles of Alaskan highway, and a raging case of GO FUCK YOURSELF. Let me tell you, I knew marriage wasn't going to be puppy dog and rainbows, but I am damn near the end of my vast reserves of patience.
Also, I feel this needs to be said (not to you, Nigel), if there are any of you PDers who simply don't think very highly of me, please, PLEASE, don't feel the need to respond to me or be my FB friend even if I do actually respect and admire you. In fact, just please do your best to leave me the fuck alone.
Thanks.
Dude, if you need to chat, i have eyes and an internet connection.
Thanks, I appreciate it. I think I have it as sorted as I'm going to get it.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 15, 2013, 01:46:33 AM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gejSEOnaYek
:lol:
I just wrote this and sent to my idiot cousin. His parents seem to be unable to let the stupid bastard fall on his own face. How else will he learn? How do any of us learn?
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Dear O,
I am writing this to you because it seems no one else wants to tell you these things, or you don't want to listen when they do.
I am also writing it because you have a certain admiration of me and so maybe it will sync in.
I have not had any conversations with your mother or father about this, and these are all my opinions.
I am sorry it's no in German, but people will be able to translate it, I'm sure.
Before I say anything else I want to say, you're probably going to get mad at me.
GOOD. You should be mad. You want to be a musician? You want to make ART? You better get mad because you are a richly fed dumbass white boy from the German suburbs. The rap game is some tough shit and you need to get hard fast. Get mad. USE the anger. Or you can cry about all of this like a giant baby. Your choice.
1. Pull you god damned head out of your ass.
You're not special, you're no new or different. The only thing you are bringing to the table is an appetite, you need to bring in some MEAT. You need to earn your own money, or otherwise work toward earning your own money. At this present moment you are not acting like a man in the tinyiest little bit. Not even a little bit.
A man always follows though on his word.
A man takes care of his own needs, so that he can take care of others.
A fully grown man makes sure he can pay his own bills.
You do not pay your bills. Your government GIVES YOU MONEY for NO REASON AT ALL. Do you have any idea how lucky that makes you? Do you think that happens in America? No. Here the children, hundreds and thousands of children STARVE TO DEATH. Are you starving to death? No. But close enough. That Mcdonalds you consume does not build more Oliver, it just builds a cranky asshole.
And believe me, I AM a cranky asshole. All the time. I am grumpy, unfriendly, rude, impatient, and mean. But people still like me and I successful because I take care of myself.
2. You want to be a rapper? Great. Get in line.
There are roughly two hundred million-billion people out there who want to be famous rappers. Or rappers at all. You want that? Prepare to bleed, sweat, and bleed. ART IS PAIN. You have to feel pain to create art, which is something that BELIEVE ME you have not felt. You have never known hunger, you have never wanted for anything.
You mom and dad had the time and money to raise you in such a way that there was not ONE SINGLE DAY where you did not get what you needed, and often from the looks of it, you got whatever you want.
THAT IS NOT HOW LIFE WORKS.
I saw you telling that place you wanted an advertisement for your single.
ARE YOU INSANE? THose people are in BUSINESS. They make money. Why in the fuck should they want anything to do with you? Who the hell do you think you are? WHen it comes to business you are nobody. Nobody. You know nothing about business.
You should be kissing that companies ass, begging them, making them fucking dinner, impressing them like you impress your woman. BETTER than you impress your woman.
If you want to be a rapper you better learn how business works and learn motherfucking FAST.
EVERY SINGLE RAP LEGEND, OF WHOM YOU PROBABLY KNOW LITTLE ABOUT, ARE BUSINESS MEN.
WHAT ARE YOU?
3. You are wasting an opportunity.
You know how many people who want to do art are in the position you're in? Nobody. Ever. You are super lucky. MAKE USE OF IT.
You have a supportive family, who are bascially paying your way, as though you were still a child. You don't really have bills. You have time to do whatever you want.
Make music. Spend 5 hours EVERY SINGLE WEEK FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE learning about business. Spend 35 hours a week making music. Learn about rap legends. Learn how music works and what makes it better. As soon as you can PLAY SHOWS.
You are not going to make money on iTunes. Do you understand that will never, ever, ever happen? You are not going to make money on iTunes. You MAY earn a small living if you can play shows and make music into a BUSINESS that will work for you.
4. Finally,
I don't know your, uh, fiancee, but I have never met a woman in my life that liked staying with a guy who didn't have his shit together.
If nothing else I have said has gotten to you, or if you're all butthurt now, PAY ATTENTION:
YOUR WOMAN WILL LEAVE YOU, MANY, MANY WOMEN WILL LEAVE YOU IF YOU DON'T STEP UP, BE A MAN, AND MAKE SHIT HAPPEN FOR YOUR LIFE BY LEARNING HOW.
And here's the real bad news, sometimes they leave you anyway, because that's how the world is.
Sorry to be the one to tell you all this, but it seems like no one else can, or you won't listen to them if they do.
I love you cousin, don't be an asshole.
Love,
Alty
Alty, you are ToughLoveAmazing.
ALTY: BRINGER OF REALITY.
Good on you for saying what needed to be said. He won't like it but it might actually HELP him in the long run.
I just want to share the fact that a guy at work thought Lady Godiva and Paul Revere did the same thing.
So, Justin Bieber is in trouble again, after leaving a note in the Anne Frank Museum guestbook which read: "Truly inspiring to be able to come here. Anne was a great girl. Hopefully she would have been a belieber."
Look, Justin, the Nazis did not need another reason to want to kill her, OK?
Is he just trying to stir up controversy because His monkey was quarantined at the airport and will likely be destroyed?
It's times like these I am grateful to have a daughter who could give a flying fuck about the latest pop singing sensations.
(http://i.imgur.com/sS9SbyO.jpg)
Got a meeting in 25 minutes. After that, LOBB.
YAY!!!!!
It's been a lonnnnnnng weekend. :)
LOBB up, board dead. :lulz:
Off to find something else to do, or write more LOBB.
Yeah, later.
More when I can be arsed.
Where the fuck is everybody, anyway? F5ing?
I don't care. I had to take an extra sleeping pill last night, so I'm full of Holy™. Which means the board is dead.
:lulz:
It ALWAYS works that way.
Well, I'm taking a nap at my desk, since the Holiness™ demands either manic ranting or sleep.
Today is, essentially, my Sunday. I usually spend it making sure family has yogurt, barreling past sweaty Republicans at the Costco. Today I watch Courage The Cowardly Dog with my son, he likes scary stuff a lot but not by himself.
Richter and I, as well as Navyguy and a mutual friend, attacked the local Indochinese place with great fervor last night. This is one of those places that give a disclaimer on their menu that their food is authentic, and not what you get at "normal" Chinese Restaurants. So, after starting OFF with pickled Thai green chiles, we moved on to the Cambodian Nime Chow and some Thai wings and shrimp and then whatever entrees we decided to order and inflict upon each other.
I'm pretty sure the Vietcong are currently moving through my intestines, and I haven't quite felt "right" since that pepper.
We regret nothing. NOTHING.
In other news, school is making me want to fucking kill myself. Why the FUCK am I doing this again?
I got nothing.
Quote from: Cain on April 14, 2013, 01:18:33 PM
Quote from: Faust on April 14, 2013, 01:51:36 AM
Does anyone know what Essex is like? Is it a nice place?
Edit: There's a chance I may be moving to the UK
Depends where in Essex you're looking at. It does have a bit of a reputation in the UK for being our version of New Jersey and Florida all rolled into one, but it's not an entirely fair depiction. Colchester, for example, is quite nice, especially once you learn which pubs the soldiers and students go drinking in.
Basildon, I don't know much about it. I am hoping for low crime, pensioners style area...
Crime is dropping the area - mostly petty theft and antisocial behaviour. From what I know of it, it's mostly a commuter town for London - so often young families move there from out of the city, for more affordable housing and better quality of living. New Town has a bit of a rep for being unpleasant, and it's not exactly a pretty place - lots of concrete, not much else.
But it's not, for example, Glasgow.
Quote from: Cain on April 15, 2013, 10:57:48 PM
Crime is dropping the area - mostly petty theft and antisocial behaviour. From what I know of it, it's mostly a commuter town for London - so often young families move there from out of the city, for more affordable housing and better quality of living. New Town has a bit of a rep for being unpleasant, and it's not exactly a pretty place - lots of concrete, not much else.
But it's not, for example, Glasgow.
Doesn't sound so bad. Kind of what I was hoping for really.
What is the best way to tell your significant other:
I DO NOT WANT ANOTHER FUCKING DOG. OR A CAT. OR ANYTHING THAT EATS, SHITS, SMELLS FUNNY, LEAVES HAIR ON THINGS, OR NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION. WE ALREADY HAVE 3 PETS, AND I DON'T EVEN WANT THEM AROUND MOST OF THE TIME.
But, you know, politely?
Quote from: V3X on April 15, 2013, 11:34:49 PM
What is the best way to tell your significant other:
I DO NOT WANT ANOTHER FUCKING DOG. OR A CAT. OR ANYTHING THAT EATS, SHITS, SMELLS FUNNY, LEAVES HAIR ON THINGS, OR NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION. WE ALREADY HAVE 3 PETS, AND I DON'T EVEN WANT THEM AROUND MOST OF THE TIME.
But, you know, politely?
Have you tried not being V3X? It'll probably go much smoother that way. :lulz:
Quote from: V3X on April 15, 2013, 11:34:49 PM
What is the best way to tell your significant other:
I DO NOT WANT ANOTHER FUCKING DOG. OR A CAT. OR ANYTHING THAT EATS, SHITS, SMELLS FUNNY, LEAVES HAIR ON THINGS, OR NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION. WE ALREADY HAVE 3 PETS, AND I DON'T EVEN WANT THEM AROUND MOST OF THE TIME.
But, you know, politely?
"No."
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 16, 2013, 12:01:54 AM
Quote from: V3X on April 15, 2013, 11:34:49 PM
What is the best way to tell your significant other:
I DO NOT WANT ANOTHER FUCKING DOG. OR A CAT. OR ANYTHING THAT EATS, SHITS, SMELLS FUNNY, LEAVES HAIR ON THINGS, OR NEEDS MEDICAL ATTENTION. WE ALREADY HAVE 3 PETS, AND I DON'T EVEN WANT THEM AROUND MOST OF THE TIME.
But, you know, politely?
"No."
Seems reasonable on the surface, sure, but somehow I say "No" and she hears "You're not allowed to have anything, ever, and I hate your haircut."
Um. Then why is she your significant other?
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 16, 2013, 12:41:28 AM
Um. Then why is she your significant other?
I was wondering this as well.
Ditto. You should be able to give a simple yes or no without that kind of nonsense.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 16, 2013, 12:41:28 AM
Um. Then why is she your significant other?
Because we do not base our relationship on dogs.
So I have to re-write my thesis.
Okay, not re-write, she wants me to "reformat it around another statement and focus on a different conclusion. It's going to be shorter, but I want you to really give me a more in depth primary source analysis. No, I will not go over another rough draft. Your next one is your final one, so do it right or you don't graduate."
This was my day.
Goodnight.
Good night, PD. Be well.
I've crossed the 500mg of caffeine mark in the past 24 hours, and it's 4am local time.
I am WRITING again!
Will post it in OM:F when the rough draft is ready. :)
QuoteHi me and my partner split up for 2days i found out he went to a house party and got very drunk there was a girl there 6 months pregant and they kissed alit during the house party and landed up in bed he said nothing happened as he was very sick and been sick on his clothes and had to take them off with just his boxers on she told me he got on top of her but was to force ful so she didnt do anytjing but she has changed her story twice.they was in bed from 6am untill 9am and hes saying they just slept this has been on my mind for 2 years i just want to know the truth i think there both lying could u help me please
x
Dear x,
Let me recap. A couple of years ago, you and your partner split up for two days. During that time he went to a house party and got drunk. There was a young woman there who was six months pregnant. Your partner and she started kissing and went somewhere where there was a bed and got on the bed. She says he got on top of her but was too forceful so she refused to do anything other than what they had already been doing. He says he had to take his clothes off because he had vomited on them. He was on top of her in his boxers because of his vomit-stained clothes, and she was six months pregnant and didn't want to do anything because he was being too forceful. So they did certain things the exact nature of which is unknown and stayed in bed together for three hours from 6 a.m. to 9 a.m. That is the general situation.
You believe they are both lying. This has bothered you for two years. You want my help. I wasn't there and I don't know any of these people but you want my help.
OK. I will try to help you. The way I will try to help you is to suggest that you enroll in a school course to learn how to write a good English sentence. Don't get mad at me. I'm not making fun of you. You asked me for help and I can't tell you what happened because I wasn't there but I can tell you one thing you could do to improve your life. You could learn to write grammatical, correctly spelled sentences in English.
You need to learn to write a good English sentence or you are going to have a tough time in life.
Obviously you have intelligence because you have read the column on Salon. You have good intuition. You can tell when things don't add up. Perhaps you have read other things on Salon. Perhaps you know something about inequality in America. You may already have been affected by aspects of this inequality. For instance, you may have received a substandard education and not even know it. You may know that things are unequal and unfair in America and that this unfairness has a historical basis in racism and this may fester somewhere in your heart but you may not have yet acquired the tools to sort it all out and express it. You could do that. You could learn how to express yourself eloquently and it could change your life. You need to learn to write a good English sentence so that other people will listen to you and believe you.
Find a course to take. If you are in school contact someone and see about such a course. If you are not in school then look for a community college or continuing education or a private class of some kind.
This may require you to venture outside of what we so charmingly call your "comfort zone." Being outside your comfort zone may make you angry. It may make you want to punch people or talk to them rudely but you are going to have to put up with that and do whatever is required to take this course so you can learn to write a good English sentence.
Studying will require that you find a quiet place to concentrate. Take inventory of your living situation and your time commitments and write on a calendar the times you have to work or do other things and see where you have free time that is your own.
That is the free time you will use to study.
You can do this. I hope you do. It will help.
Made me laugh.
My brother just informed me he's working on an arrangement of Rush's 2112.
For unaccompanied banjo.
And I'm the weird one in the family?
:mad:
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 16, 2013, 10:42:01 PM
My brother just informed me he's working on an arrangement of Rush's 2112.
For unaccompanied banjo.
And I'm the weird one in the family?
:mad:
:?
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 16, 2013, 12:41:28 AM
Um. Then why is she your significant other?
This is way too common an answer on internet forums I think. All relationships have problems of one sort or another. Most of those problems are not worth ending the relationship over. For some reason when someone mentions those problems online they always seem like they are worth ending the relationship over.
As to the pet, I went with "we can have one, but I'm not going to help with it, feeding, cleaning up after, walking it, those are all completely on you." We ended up with a dog that I didn't mind at all, since ti was no trouble for me.
I dunno how literal LMNO was being, but the thing is communication is HUGE in a relationship. If communication channels are blocked or crossed, or whatever, I dunno, it feels troublesome. Speaking as someone who had a relationship recently fall apart, which definitely had communication issues as a central piece to the overall problem.
Quote from: Pergamos on April 16, 2013, 10:54:08 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 16, 2013, 12:41:28 AM
Um. Then why is she your significant other?
This is way too common an answer on internet forums I think. All relationships have problems of one sort or another. Most of those problems are not worth ending the relationship over. For some reason when someone mentions those problems online they always seem like they are worth ending the relationship over.
As to the pet, I went with "we can have one, but I'm not going to help with it, feeding, cleaning up after, walking it, those are all completely on you." We ended up with a dog that I didn't mind at all, since ti was no trouble for me.
Disagree. The myth that all relationships have problems is a lie that people with crap relationships tell themselves so they can get to sleep at night. FTR it is entirely possible for two people to be head over heels in love with each other without them getting on one another's tits every 5 minutes it's called "compatibility"
My favorite bartender at Muldowney's died. :cry:
Not sure how, but Judy was awesome. She a feisty woman who never put up with anyone's shit. She was the bartender when Roger and Richter rescued me from the drunk on the Goddamn Industry Professional night. :(
Quote from: Six Feet of Sole on April 16, 2013, 11:03:00 PM
I dunno how literal LMNO was being, but the thing is communication is HUGE in a relationship. If communication channels are blocked or crossed, or whatever, I dunno, it feels troublesome. Speaking as someone who had a relationship recently fall apart, which definitely had communication issues as a central piece to the overall problem.
I can agree with that. If you can't communicate then not only is that a problem in itself it means that any other problems that come up don't get addressed, they fester instead and get worse. Not being able to communicate on one issue doesn't mean you can't communicate on others though.
And to Pentagram, Sure, if you are pissed every 5 minutes then it is probably a shitty relationship, but even the best relationship has issues of some sort.
Quote from: Pergamos on April 16, 2013, 11:24:42 PM
Quote from: Six Feet of Sole on April 16, 2013, 11:03:00 PM
I dunno how literal LMNO was being, but the thing is communication is HUGE in a relationship. If communication channels are blocked or crossed, or whatever, I dunno, it feels troublesome. Speaking as someone who had a relationship recently fall apart, which definitely had communication issues as a central piece to the overall problem.
I can agree with that. If you can't communicate then not only is that a problem in itself it means that any other problems that come up don't get addressed, they fester instead and get worse. Not being able to communicate on one issue doesn't mean you can't communicate on others though.
And to Pentagram, Sure, if you are pissed every 5 minutes then it is probably a shitty relationship, but even the best relationship has issues of some sort.
Happy to disagree.
Quote from: Suu on April 16, 2013, 11:23:33 PM
My favorite bartender at Muldowney's died. :cry:
Not sure how, but Judy was awesome. She a feisty woman who never put up with anyone's shit. She was the bartender when Roger and Richter rescued me from the drunk on the Goddamn Industry Professional night. :(
:sad: I remember her.
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on April 16, 2013, 11:33:08 PM
Quote from: Pergamos on April 16, 2013, 11:24:42 PM
Quote from: Six Feet of Sole on April 16, 2013, 11:03:00 PM
I dunno how literal LMNO was being, but the thing is communication is HUGE in a relationship. If communication channels are blocked or crossed, or whatever, I dunno, it feels troublesome. Speaking as someone who had a relationship recently fall apart, which definitely had communication issues as a central piece to the overall problem.
I can agree with that. If you can't communicate then not only is that a problem in itself it means that any other problems that come up don't get addressed, they fester instead and get worse. Not being able to communicate on one issue doesn't mean you can't communicate on others though.
And to Pentagram, Sure, if you are pissed every 5 minutes then it is probably a shitty relationship, but even the best relationship has issues of some sort.
Happy to disagree.
I'm with P3NT on this one. I've had a rocky past, but my wife and I have gotten along amazingly well since I've met her.
She doesn't get angry, she gets even. I don't get angry, because I'm always sort of stunned/concussed around her.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 16, 2013, 11:43:22 PM
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on April 16, 2013, 11:33:08 PM
Quote from: Pergamos on April 16, 2013, 11:24:42 PM
Quote from: Six Feet of Sole on April 16, 2013, 11:03:00 PM
I dunno how literal LMNO was being, but the thing is communication is HUGE in a relationship. If communication channels are blocked or crossed, or whatever, I dunno, it feels troublesome. Speaking as someone who had a relationship recently fall apart, which definitely had communication issues as a central piece to the overall problem.
I can agree with that. If you can't communicate then not only is that a problem in itself it means that any other problems that come up don't get addressed, they fester instead and get worse. Not being able to communicate on one issue doesn't mean you can't communicate on others though.
And to Pentagram, Sure, if you are pissed every 5 minutes then it is probably a shitty relationship, but even the best relationship has issues of some sort.
Happy to disagree.
I'm with P3NT on this one. I've had a rocky past, but my wife and I have gotten along amazingly well since I've met her.
She doesn't get angry, she gets even. I don't get angry, because I'm always sort of stunned/concussed around her.
The fact that she gets even means there was something to get even for.
Quote from: Pergamos on April 16, 2013, 11:45:52 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 16, 2013, 11:43:22 PM
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on April 16, 2013, 11:33:08 PM
Quote from: Pergamos on April 16, 2013, 11:24:42 PM
Quote from: Six Feet of Sole on April 16, 2013, 11:03:00 PM
I dunno how literal LMNO was being, but the thing is communication is HUGE in a relationship. If communication channels are blocked or crossed, or whatever, I dunno, it feels troublesome. Speaking as someone who had a relationship recently fall apart, which definitely had communication issues as a central piece to the overall problem.
I can agree with that. If you can't communicate then not only is that a problem in itself it means that any other problems that come up don't get addressed, they fester instead and get worse. Not being able to communicate on one issue doesn't mean you can't communicate on others though.
And to Pentagram, Sure, if you are pissed every 5 minutes then it is probably a shitty relationship, but even the best relationship has issues of some sort.
Happy to disagree.
I'm with P3NT on this one. I've had a rocky past, but my wife and I have gotten along amazingly well since I've met her.
She doesn't get angry, she gets even. I don't get angry, because I'm always sort of stunned/concussed around her.
The fact that she gets even means there was something to get even for.
Yes, and that something was "Roger is a bit of a dumbass". Seriously. I could fuck up a county fair.
Tell me, Roger, after however many failed relationships did you reach a point where you were, like, "Fuck it, I don't need the bullshit. I'm finally in a place where I'm happy enough being single"? Or words to that effect?
I'm just asking because I had a twofold thing going on that I think cracked the code.
1) I became comfortable in my own skin
2) I raised the bar of what I'd accept in a relationship to a level which was purposefully so ridiculously high as to make a future relationship impossible.
... or so I thought
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on April 16, 2013, 11:50:14 PM
Tell me, Roger, after however many failed relationships did you reach a point where you were, like, "Fuck it, I don't need the bullshit. I'm finally in a place where I'm happy enough being single"? Or words to that effect?
I'm just asking because I had a twofold thing going on that I think cracked the code.
1) I became comfortable in my own skin
2) I raised the bar of what I'd accept in a relationship to a level which was purposefully so ridiculously high as to make a future relationship impossible.
... or so I thought
None, really. Most of my prior relationships ended more with a bang than a whimper. You could see it coming, but it wasn't a decision made, rather than an event.
But you are correct. Until you're happy with yourself, I don't think you can really be happy with someone else.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 16, 2013, 11:51:33 PM
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on April 16, 2013, 11:50:14 PM
Tell me, Roger, after however many failed relationships did you reach a point where you were, like, "Fuck it, I don't need the bullshit. I'm finally in a place where I'm happy enough being single"? Or words to that effect?
I'm just asking because I had a twofold thing going on that I think cracked the code.
1) I became comfortable in my own skin
2) I raised the bar of what I'd accept in a relationship to a level which was purposefully so ridiculously high as to make a future relationship impossible.
... or so I thought
None, really. Most of my prior relationships ended more with a bang than a whimper. You could see it coming, but it wasn't a decision made, rather than an event.
But you are correct. Until you're happy with yourself, I don't think you can really be happy with someone else.
Truth. I spent a while after moving out before I was ready to even THINK about dating (in more than an abstract, "I'm bloody well tired of sleeping alone" kind of way, anyway). I had a brief attempt (come to think if it, so brief it didn't even really rate mentioning, here), then things clicked with the current SO. A year, plus, and we haven't had any disagreement bigger than, "No, *I* am buying dinner, tonight, damnit."
Last Dark Sun game tonight. :(
I did however get given the players guide and gm's guide for 2nd ed Legend of The Five Rings!
:happy dance:
Tonight on the way home from work I was hallucinating rain. I knew it WASN'T raining because the car's windshield wipers weren't on and there wasn't anything on the windshield. But I was seeing rain fall anyway. Luckily, I wasn't driving.
Might have also been hallucinating the lightning bugs. But I don't know. Roommate says she's seen them out already. Just not where I was seeing them right then. But she watches the road. I stare off into space like a lunatic.
Quote from: Golden Applesauce on April 16, 2013, 09:28:01 AM
I've crossed the 500mg of caffeine mark in the past 24 hours, and it's 4am local time.
I am WRITING again!
Will post it in OM:F when the rough draft is ready. :)
Rough draft is much rougher and longer than I expected, but finally done.
I'm going to crash for a while and then be an F5ing zombie for a day.
So, I think this thing I have with this womanI met awhile ago is reaching some kind of solid ground. So here's my situation. She's told her mom about meeting me but I haven't said anything to my folks yet. I'm a bit superstitious for a Discordian and didn't want to "jinx" anything by saying anything until it felt a little more solid.
So I'll just blurt this out, I'm dating a black woman. I shouldn't have to say to my Mom, "oh by the way she's black" right?
Quote from: Six Feet of Sole on April 17, 2013, 04:13:49 PM
So, I think this thing I have with this womanI met awhile ago is reaching some kind of solid ground. So here's my situation. She's told her mom about meeting me but I haven't said anything to my folks yet. I'm a bit superstitious for a Discordian and didn't want to "jinx" anything by saying anything until it felt a little more solid.
So I'll just blurt this out, I'm dating a black woman. I shouldn't have to say to my Mom, "oh by the way she's black" right?
Is your mom in Maine, too?
Yes. My Mom is cool, but she comes from a fairly Conservative family. I'm most "worried" about my grandfather. I remember once when I was in college I briefly had a thing with a girl from Bangladesh. Then I ended up seeing this red head for a few years and he had commented to my mom that he was happy to see me with a white girl. Granted, an actual meeting with family, if it gets to that point, is a few steps ahead of where we are now. But still, I figure at some point soon I will need to tell my Mom what's going on now.
Listen, fuckers. Every relationship has some level of friction. If it didn't, it would be a poor excuse for a relationship, with no growth opportunities. What makes it FEEL like a good relationship has no conflict is the level of each party's ability to work through conflicts. Problem-solve. Plus compatibility. Some partners compromise and cooperate do it so seamlessly that it isn't even apparent that there was a conflict.
For the record, I personally consider the pets thing a total dealbreaker. If a guy isn't into dogs, he's not the guy for me, and I wouldn't even consider a partnership in which my would-be "partner" wasn't willing to extend that partnership to caring for children or animals in the household; he could go fuck himself and find somewhere else to live if that were the case. Obviously that's not how everyone feels. I hope everything works out.
Quote from: Six Feet of Sole on April 17, 2013, 04:41:51 PM
Yes. My Mom is cool, but she comes from a fairly Conservative family. I'm most "worried" about my grandfather. I remember once when I was in college I briefly had a thing with a girl from Bangladesh. Then I ended up seeing this red head for a few years and he had commented to my mom that he was happy to see me with a white girl. Granted, an actual meeting with family, if it gets to that point, is a few steps ahead of where we are now. But still, I figure at some point soon I will need to tell my Mom what's going on now.
They can go fuck themselves, why is this even an issue?
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 17, 2013, 04:54:35 PM
Listen, fuckers. Every relationship has some level of friction. If it didn't, it would be a poor excuse for a relationship, with no growth opportunities. What makes it FEEL like a good relationship has no conflict is the level of each party's ability to work through conflicts. Problem-solve. Plus compatibility. Some partners compromise and cooperate do it so seamlessly that it isn't even apparent that there was a conflict.
For the record, I personally consider the pets thing a total dealbreaker. If a guy isn't into dogs, he's not the guy for me, and I wouldn't even consider a partnership in which my would-be "partner" wasn't willing to extend that partnership to caring for children or animals in the household; he could go fuck himself and find somewhere else to live if that were the case. Obviously that's not how everyone feels. I hope everything works out.
That.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 17, 2013, 04:55:15 PM
Quote from: Six Feet of Sole on April 17, 2013, 04:41:51 PM
Yes. My Mom is cool, but she comes from a fairly Conservative family. I'm most "worried" about my grandfather. I remember once when I was in college I briefly had a thing with a girl from Bangladesh. Then I ended up seeing this red head for a few years and he had commented to my mom that he was happy to see me with a white girl. Granted, an actual meeting with family, if it gets to that point, is a few steps ahead of where we are now. But still, I figure at some point soon I will need to tell my Mom what's going on now.
They can go fuck themselves, why is this even an issue?
Their acceptance isn't an issue at all. I'm probably overthinking this. I just don't want it to impact her. Nevermind.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 17, 2013, 04:55:22 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 17, 2013, 04:54:35 PM
Listen, fuckers. Every relationship has some level of friction. If it didn't, it would be a poor excuse for a relationship, with no growth opportunities. What makes it FEEL like a good relationship has no conflict is the level of each party's ability to work through conflicts. Problem-solve. Plus compatibility. Some partners compromise and cooperate do it so seamlessly that it isn't even apparent that there was a conflict.
For the record, I personally consider the pets thing a total dealbreaker. If a guy isn't into dogs, he's not the guy for me, and I wouldn't even consider a partnership in which my would-be "partner" wasn't willing to extend that partnership to caring for children or animals in the household; he could go fuck himself and find somewhere else to live if that were the case. Obviously that's not how everyone feels. I hope everything works out.
That.
Yep.
The people who fight all the time seem to be holding on to butthurt/grudges/expectations/insecurites/whatever.
Just spent $500 on learning French. FML. :argh!:
I've always just assumed you'd be fluent in most languages spoken by man. Thanks for shattering my illusions :argh!:
I easily pick up languages...and then easily forget them. French is a strange one for me, because I go through periods of speaking it a lot, and then don't use it for several years at a time.
I should just make an excuse to spend a year in Quebec. I was exposed to a lot of French when I was little, and had a few classes during grade school, but I'm not conversant in it. I have maybe 25% comprehension of written French (total guessing, right there). With enough exposure, I'd probably get the hang of it.
They say it normally takes 2-3 months, with a decent amount of background knowledge.
Quote from: Cain on April 17, 2013, 06:07:16 PM
I easily pick up languages...and then easily forget them. French is a strange one for me, because I go through periods of speaking it a lot, and then don't use it for several years at a time.
See, I was much happier just assuming that you could switch from a working class Provence accent to an upper crust Alsace, depending on who was demanding to inspect your fake papers!
FTR if you don't happen to know how to fly an Apache gunship, or disarm a stolen russian nuclear warhead I really don't need to know this. Mmkay?
Getting to a therapist takes a long time. Went to my GP last Friday to get a referral to a psychologist, but he was short on time so I have to go there again next Thursday for more tests. And just after that, exams (and intensive partying that I'm socially expected to partake in) start, and I'll have a hard time finding time for therapy then.
And in the mean time: Today I woke up feeling like total shit, buried myself deeper under my blanket and slept for hours longer than I should have. Spent a few more hours lying in bed, indulging in self-loathing and The Smiths. Decided that social media is fucking depressing and deactivated my Twitter and Facebook accounts to prevent me and whoops, an entire school day had passed without me showing up or getting much done. And I was just starting to get myself out of the thought patterns justifying my depression and inaction, and that this is not because of my innate uselessness or because the world is so fucked up it's impossible to enjoy meaningful human interaction anymore, just starting to SHUT UP my thinking and DO STUFF and DEAL WITH IT.
This kind of days repeat themselves with regular intervals for me.
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on April 17, 2013, 07:41:57 PM
Getting to a therapist takes a long time. Went to my GP last Friday to get a referral to a psychologist, but he was short on time so I have to go there again next Thursday for more tests. And just after that, exams (and intensive partying that I'm socially expected to partake in) start, and I'll have a hard time finding time for therapy then.
And in the mean time: Today I woke up feeling like total shit, buried myself deeper under my blanket and slept for hours longer than I should have. Spent a few more hours lying in bed, indulging in self-loathing and The Smiths. Decided that social media is fucking depressing and deactivated my Twitter and Facebook accounts to prevent me and whoops, an entire school day had passed without me showing up or getting much done. And I was just starting to get myself out of the thought patterns justifying my depression and inaction, and that this is not because of my innate uselessness or because the world is so fucked up it's impossible to enjoy meaningful human interaction anymore, just starting to SHUT UP my thinking and DO STUFF and DEAL WITH IT.
This kind of days repeat themselves with regular intervals for me.
Part of your problem seems to be obvious.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 17, 2013, 07:44:52 PM
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on April 17, 2013, 07:41:57 PM
Getting to a therapist takes a long time. Went to my GP last Friday to get a referral to a psychologist, but he was short on time so I have to go there again next Thursday for more tests. And just after that, exams (and intensive partying that I'm socially expected to partake in) start, and I'll have a hard time finding time for therapy then.
And in the mean time: Today I woke up feeling like total shit, buried myself deeper under my blanket and slept for hours longer than I should have. Spent a few more hours lying in bed, indulging in self-loathing and The Smiths. Decided that social media is fucking depressing and deactivated my Twitter and Facebook accounts to prevent me and whoops, an entire school day had passed without me showing up or getting much done. And I was just starting to get myself out of the thought patterns justifying my depression and inaction, and that this is not because of my innate uselessness or because the world is so fucked up it's impossible to enjoy meaningful human interaction anymore, just starting to SHUT UP my thinking and DO STUFF and DEAL WITH IT.
This kind of days repeat themselves with regular intervals for me.
Part of your problem seems to be obvious.
:lulz:
You're completely right. I've found that choral versions of The Internationale and other revolutionary anthems are thousandfold more helpful.
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on April 17, 2013, 08:17:25 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 17, 2013, 07:44:52 PM
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on April 17, 2013, 07:41:57 PM
Getting to a therapist takes a long time. Went to my GP last Friday to get a referral to a psychologist, but he was short on time so I have to go there again next Thursday for more tests. And just after that, exams (and intensive partying that I'm socially expected to partake in) start, and I'll have a hard time finding time for therapy then.
And in the mean time: Today I woke up feeling like total shit, buried myself deeper under my blanket and slept for hours longer than I should have. Spent a few more hours lying in bed, indulging in self-loathing and The Smiths. Decided that social media is fucking depressing and deactivated my Twitter and Facebook accounts to prevent me and whoops, an entire school day had passed without me showing up or getting much done. And I was just starting to get myself out of the thought patterns justifying my depression and inaction, and that this is not because of my innate uselessness or because the world is so fucked up it's impossible to enjoy meaningful human interaction anymore, just starting to SHUT UP my thinking and DO STUFF and DEAL WITH IT.
This kind of days repeat themselves with regular intervals for me.
Part of your problem seems to be obvious.
:lulz:
You're completely right. I've found that choral versions of The Internationale and other revolutionary anthems are thousandfold more helpful.
Karl Orff's
Carmina Burana. Sure, you might find yourself burning your town down, but you won't be depressed.
Quote from: Cainad on April 17, 2013, 06:20:01 PM
I should just make an excuse to spend a year in Quebec. I was exposed to a lot of French when I was little, and had a few classes during grade school, but I'm not conversant in it. I have maybe 25% comprehension of written French (total guessing, right there). With enough exposure, I'd probably get the hang of it.
Here's your excuse: Quebec is secretly TOTALLY FUCKING AWESOME.
Except maybe for Sherbrooke.
Quote from: Balls Wellington on April 17, 2013, 08:56:15 PM
Quote from: Cainad on April 17, 2013, 06:20:01 PM
I should just make an excuse to spend a year in Quebec. I was exposed to a lot of French when I was little, and had a few classes during grade school, but I'm not conversant in it. I have maybe 25% comprehension of written French (total guessing, right there). With enough exposure, I'd probably get the hang of it.
Here's your excuse: Quebec is secretly TOTALLY FUCKING AWESOME.
Except maybe for Sherbrooke.
I'll keep that in mind :lulz: Good to have confirmation; I spent a week in Quebec City on vacation, and had a damn fine time.
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on April 17, 2013, 07:41:57 PM
Getting to a therapist takes a long time. Went to my GP last Friday to get a referral to a psychologist, but he was short on time so I have to go there again next Thursday for more tests. And just after that, exams (and intensive partying that I'm socially expected to partake in) start, and I'll have a hard time finding time for therapy then.
And in the mean time: Today I woke up feeling like total shit, buried myself deeper under my blanket and slept for hours longer than I should have. Spent a few more hours lying in bed, indulging in self-loathing and The Smiths. Decided that social media is fucking depressing and deactivated my Twitter and Facebook accounts to prevent me and whoops, an entire school day had passed without me showing up or getting much done. And I was just starting to get myself out of the thought patterns justifying my depression and inaction, and that this is not because of my innate uselessness or because the world is so fucked up it's impossible to enjoy meaningful human interaction anymore, just starting to SHUT UP my thinking and DO STUFF and DEAL WITH IT.
This kind of days repeat themselves with regular intervals for me.
I feel that way a lot. The Smiths and Disintegration by The Cure are not your friends on these days.
And to make things worse:
My family owns a cabin just a 30-50 minute bike ride (to/from) from my school and I'm going to stay there for most of late April and early May, to prepare for exams in peace, stay away from distractions like internet and TV and running water, shorten my commute, practice at living on my own and provide a party hangout for my class. This afternoon I got a text from my brother saying two Germans are going to stay there for the next week. He also misinterpreted my dad's "ok, but ask *my name* first", and gave them my number and is now expecting me to help the Germans with whatever problems they encounter during their stay. This feels like 1940 all over again, except I'm way angrier with the Quisling (but I also love him a lot more than most Norwegians loved Vidkun Quisling) than I am with the poor German couchsurfers. (I might even stop by and say hello when I get the opportunity.)
LOBB is up, if anyone's interested.
Quote from: Pixie on April 17, 2013, 09:36:43 PM
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on April 17, 2013, 07:41:57 PM
Getting to a therapist takes a long time. Went to my GP last Friday to get a referral to a psychologist, but he was short on time so I have to go there again next Thursday for more tests. And just after that, exams (and intensive partying that I'm socially expected to partake in) start, and I'll have a hard time finding time for therapy then.
And in the mean time: Today I woke up feeling like total shit, buried myself deeper under my blanket and slept for hours longer than I should have. Spent a few more hours lying in bed, indulging in self-loathing and The Smiths. Decided that social media is fucking depressing and deactivated my Twitter and Facebook accounts to prevent me and whoops, an entire school day had passed without me showing up or getting much done. And I was just starting to get myself out of the thought patterns justifying my depression and inaction, and that this is not because of my innate uselessness or because the world is so fucked up it's impossible to enjoy meaningful human interaction anymore, just starting to SHUT UP my thinking and DO STUFF and DEAL WITH IT.
This kind of days repeat themselves with regular intervals for me.
I feel that way a lot. The Smiths and Disintegration by The Cure are not your friends on these days.
Or the band Blackfield, who I discovered when my marriage went sploedy. The days I didn't have my kids, all I did was sit in my chair and listen to depressing Blackfield songs which are ALL of the Blackfield songs.
Quote from: Cainad on April 17, 2013, 09:07:34 PM
Quote from: Balls Wellington on April 17, 2013, 08:56:15 PM
Quote from: Cainad on April 17, 2013, 06:20:01 PM
I should just make an excuse to spend a year in Quebec. I was exposed to a lot of French when I was little, and had a few classes during grade school, but I'm not conversant in it. I have maybe 25% comprehension of written French (total guessing, right there). With enough exposure, I'd probably get the hang of it.
Here's your excuse: Quebec is secretly TOTALLY FUCKING AWESOME.
Except maybe for Sherbrooke.
I'll keep that in mind :lulz: Good to have confirmation; I spent a week in Quebec City on vacation, and had a damn fine time.
I'm biased coming from French-Canadian heritage, but QC is a damn fun city, so is Montreal.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 17, 2013, 10:42:03 PM
LOBB is up, if anyone's interested.
Still catching up on previous chapters!
I am cleaning out my mom's craft area in the attic. It is emotionally draining and shitty work.
D/N/T the patience of one of the most effective and least expensive LMTs 2000 miles from actual civilization. Just don't.
We're about to put Medea on trial in my Greek Tragedy class. I'm a witness as Hecate. :lulz:
So theres a tv at north station for advertisements. And it looks like theyre getting ready to install more. On the bright side it also gives you the weather.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 17, 2013, 10:42:03 PM
LOBB is up, if anyone's interested.
I have about ten chapters before I'm a jour.
Quote from: Queef Erisson on April 18, 2013, 01:08:32 AM
So theres a tv at north station for advertisements. And it looks like theyre getting ready to install more. On the bright side it also gives you the weather.
North Station is one of the most remarkably boring places in Boston. It's under the Boston TD Fleet Bank North America Center Garden, and there's nothing. to. do. There's a McDonald's, benches, and train tracks. And fucking weirdos. At least South Station has more space to avoid the weirdos.
Quote from: Suu on April 18, 2013, 01:29:44 AM
Quote from: Queef Erisson on April 18, 2013, 01:08:32 AM
So theres a tv at north station for advertisements. And it looks like theyre getting ready to install more. On the bright side it also gives you the weather.
North Station is one of the most remarkably boring places in Boston. It's under the Boston TD Fleet Bank North America Center Garden, and there's nothing. to. do. There's a McDonald's, benches, and train tracks. And fucking weirdos. At least South Station has more space to avoid the weirdos.
implying you're not the weirdos...
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 18, 2013, 01:32:06 AM
Quote from: Suu on April 18, 2013, 01:29:44 AM
Quote from: Queef Erisson on April 18, 2013, 01:08:32 AM
So theres a tv at north station for advertisements. And it looks like theyre getting ready to install more. On the bright side it also gives you the weather.
North Station is one of the most remarkably boring places in Boston. It's under the Boston TD Fleet Bank North America Center Garden, and there's nothing. to. do. There's a McDonald's, benches, and train tracks. And fucking weirdos. At least South Station has more space to avoid the weirdos.
implying you're not the weirdos...
Well, I've only done it on purpose like, twice. There was the one time this chick tried to take my Star Wars skirt...THAT I WAS WEARING, but I just chalked it up to the group of people who got off the Orange Line from Haymarket.
Quote from: Suu on April 18, 2013, 01:29:44 AM
Quote from: Queef Erisson on April 18, 2013, 01:08:32 AM
So theres a tv at north station for advertisements. And it looks like theyre getting ready to install more. On the bright side it also gives you the weather.
North Station is one of the most remarkably boring places in Boston. It's under the Boston TD Fleet Bank North America Center Garden, and there's nothing. to. do. There's a McDonald's, benches, and train tracks. And fucking weirdos. At least South Station has more space to avoid the weirdos.
This is very, very true. And South Station has magazine stands and such. I was in the Orange Line part though. I switch to the Orange Line from the E line there.
Quote from: Suu on April 18, 2013, 01:47:53 AM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 18, 2013, 01:32:06 AM
Quote from: Suu on April 18, 2013, 01:29:44 AM
Quote from: Queef Erisson on April 18, 2013, 01:08:32 AM
So theres a tv at north station for advertisements. And it looks like theyre getting ready to install more. On the bright side it also gives you the weather.
North Station is one of the most remarkably boring places in Boston. It's under the Boston TD Fleet Bank North America Center Garden, and there's nothing. to. do. There's a McDonald's, benches, and train tracks. And fucking weirdos. At least South Station has more space to avoid the weirdos.
implying you're not the weirdos...
Well, I've only done it on purpose like, twice. There was the one time this chick tried to take my Star Wars skirt...THAT I WAS WEARING, but I just chalked it up to the group of people who got off the Orange Line from Haymarket.
That is kinda weird.
I really should not have taken this online writing class.
1. The class software SUCKS ASS AND IS CONFUSING
2. It's down all the fucking time
3. The instructor is making up for all the class time we aren't getting by making us do stupid fill-in-the-blank citation exercises
4. There seems to be more actual homework than there is for any of my other classes
5. I do not have time for this shit.
Oh also,
I decided to take the class because I don't have any classes on Friday. I figured that would give me a whole day to do the reading and assignments.The class started on a Monday and new assignments are posted every Sunday.
Guess when assignments are due?
The Thursday of the week they're posted. It's complete bullshit.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 18, 2013, 03:29:41 AM
Oh also,
I decided to take the class because I don't have any classes on Friday. I figured that would give me a whole day to do the reading and assignments.The class started on a Monday and new assignments are posted every Sunday.
Guess when assignments are due?
The Thursday of the week they're posted. It's complete bullshit.
Yeah, I noticed in college that writing profs seem to have some kind of inferiority complex, and make things deliberately harder, which of course makes people hate their classes.
They all secretly wish they were teaching differential equations, I think.
Reminder to self: You're not 22 anymore. Wait til heart rate goes ALL THE WAY BACK DOWN after a workout before lighting up. Saves on the whole "fall down on your face" thing.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 18, 2013, 03:31:45 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 18, 2013, 03:29:41 AM
Oh also,
I decided to take the class because I don't have any classes on Friday. I figured that would give me a whole day to do the reading and assignments.The class started on a Monday and new assignments are posted every Sunday.
Guess when assignments are due?
The Thursday of the week they're posted. It's complete bullshit.
Yeah, I noticed in college that writing profs seem to have some kind of inferiority complex, and make things deliberately harder, which of course makes people hate their classes.
They all secretly wish they were teaching differential equations, I think.
I wish they were teaching differential equations, too. This shit is making me hate writing. Also, you know what the theme of the class is? Food politics. It's all shit that I agree with, but I agree with it because I've already researched it, and that makes this so interminably boring I can hardly stand it.
I hate this class.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 18, 2013, 03:33:25 AM
Reminder to self: You're not 22 anymore. Wait til heart rate goes ALL THE WAY BACK DOWN after a workout before lighting up. Saves on the whole "fall down on your face" thing.
Uhhh yeah, that'll get ya. :lol:
Smoking fucks my lungs so hard these days that if I succumb to temptation and have a cigarette one night when I'm out, I'll cough and wheeze for the next two days. It sucks. But, it's probably just as well, because it's a good deterrent.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 18, 2013, 05:03:35 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 18, 2013, 03:33:25 AM
Reminder to self: You're not 22 anymore. Wait til heart rate goes ALL THE WAY BACK DOWN after a workout before lighting up. Saves on the whole "fall down on your face" thing.
Uhhh yeah, that'll get ya. :lol:
Smoking fucks my lungs so hard these days that if I succumb to temptation and have a cigarette one night when I'm out, I'll cough and wheeze for the next two days. It sucks. But, it's probably just as well, because it's a good deterrent.
They really fuck up hangovers too. Instead of that sluggish sort of I don't want to move hangover, you get the nauseous everything smells horrible type. It's why I don't inhale anymore. You still get the need to smoke, but it keeps all of the cruddy away.
Side note, I can't headbang anymore. I still do it but I feel terrible the next day.
I got an e-cigarette... pretty good approximation of smoking, IMO.
Headbanging is terrible for your brain... might as well huff glue.
argh. Woke up after bad sleep because of hip pain in MORE PAIN.
Gotta get to the doc, I guess.
De fuck?
I am almost 30 and everybody here is falling apart!
Now I know PD is just a reflection of my subconcious mind.
Quote from: :regret: on April 18, 2013, 12:25:43 PM
De fuck?
I am almost 30 and everybody here is falling apart!
Now I know PD is just a reflection of my subconcious mind.
I've been getting it on and off since 2006, so..
This apartment is making me sick, I think.
There is a measurable difference going from inside to outside. Like the air is heavy as soon as you walk in.
Don't know how much of it is the fact that we seldom are able to have the windows open. Or the fact this has been one of my slow weeks and there is a high stack of dishes on the counter.
I just know that I'd rather be outside right now, even if it's already getting warm.
Quote from: Pixie on April 18, 2013, 07:45:57 AM
argh. Woke up after bad sleep because of hip pain in MORE PAIN.
Gotta get to the doc, I guess.
I had shitty pain in my left hip for years, after getting hit by a car when I was a teenager.
I don't recommend this as a cure, but having babies fixed it. Something about all my ligaments loosening up.
Do you have a chiropractor?
Quote from: Sita on April 18, 2013, 02:40:01 PM
This apartment is making me sick, I think.
There is a measurable difference going from inside to outside. Like the air is heavy as soon as you walk in.
Don't know how much of it is the fact that we seldom are able to have the windows open. Or the fact this has been one of my slow weeks and there is a high stack of dishes on the counter.
I just know that I'd rather be outside right now, even if it's already getting warm.
Can you go outside? Might be a good time for a walk.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 18, 2013, 05:03:35 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 18, 2013, 03:33:25 AM
Reminder to self: You're not 22 anymore. Wait til heart rate goes ALL THE WAY BACK DOWN after a workout before lighting up. Saves on the whole "fall down on your face" thing.
Uhhh yeah, that'll get ya. :lol:
Smoking fucks my lungs so hard these days that if I succumb to temptation and have a cigarette one night when I'm out, I'll cough and wheeze for the next two days. It sucks. But, it's probably just as well, because it's a good deterrent.
e-cig time, anyway.
Christ, I feel awful. There is nothing quite like the first 2 weeks back at the gym.
I'm really excited because today, if all goes well, I'm getting a new (to me) bike. :) It's an aluminum-frame Specialized Sirrus, red, with fenders and a rack. I'm SO STOKED.
My only worry is that it's an XS, and at 5'3" I'm right on the borderline between XS and S. I really hope it's a good fit. I really want a lightweight bike for riding downtown because parking is impossible and expensive, and since bus passes are $100/month it will pay for itself in no time.
sweet. :)
my wife and i got Specialized bikes about 6 years ago, and have been very satisfied with them.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 18, 2013, 06:00:25 PM
Quote from: Sita on April 18, 2013, 02:40:01 PM
This apartment is making me sick, I think.
There is a measurable difference going from inside to outside. Like the air is heavy as soon as you walk in.
Don't know how much of it is the fact that we seldom are able to have the windows open. Or the fact this has been one of my slow weeks and there is a high stack of dishes on the counter.
I just know that I'd rather be outside right now, even if it's already getting warm.
Can you go outside? Might be a good time for a walk.
I was outside for a bit while waiting with my son for the bus, and will be again this afternoon waiting for him to get home. Which I enjoy the hell out of that time when school is in.
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 18, 2013, 06:09:49 PM
sweet. :)
my wife and i got Specialized bikes about 6 years ago, and have been very satisfied with them.
Yeah, this one has really good reviews and my friend who's selling it really loved it. It's a 2005. Last time I bought a bike was about 14 years ago, and it's a heavy-ass 1986 Univega. I love it but it's time for an upgrade to something more practical for commuting.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 18, 2013, 05:59:56 PM
Quote from: Pixie on April 18, 2013, 07:45:57 AM
argh. Woke up after bad sleep because of hip pain in MORE PAIN.
Gotta get to the doc, I guess.
I had shitty pain in my left hip for years, after getting hit by a car when I was a teenager.
I don't recommend this as a cure, but having babies fixed it. Something about all my ligaments loosening up.
Do you have a chiropractor?
Chiropractor on the NHS? heh. I'll be lucky...
Quote from: Pixie on April 18, 2013, 06:26:27 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 18, 2013, 05:59:56 PM
Quote from: Pixie on April 18, 2013, 07:45:57 AM
argh. Woke up after bad sleep because of hip pain in MORE PAIN.
Gotta get to the doc, I guess.
I had shitty pain in my left hip for years, after getting hit by a car when I was a teenager.
I don't recommend this as a cure, but having babies fixed it. Something about all my ligaments loosening up.
Do you have a chiropractor?
Chiropractor on the NHS? heh. I'll be lucky...
Aw. :(
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 18, 2013, 06:01:49 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 18, 2013, 05:03:35 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 18, 2013, 03:33:25 AM
Reminder to self: You're not 22 anymore. Wait til heart rate goes ALL THE WAY BACK DOWN after a workout before lighting up. Saves on the whole "fall down on your face" thing.
Uhhh yeah, that'll get ya. :lol:
Smoking fucks my lungs so hard these days that if I succumb to temptation and have a cigarette one night when I'm out, I'll cough and wheeze for the next two days. It sucks. But, it's probably just as well, because it's a good deterrent.
e-cig time, anyway.
Christ, I feel awful. There is nothing quite like the first 2 weeks back at the gym.
At least you are going to the gym, In the last three years I've been working at a desk I've gained three stone.
Quote from: Faust on April 18, 2013, 08:33:18 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 18, 2013, 06:01:49 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 18, 2013, 05:03:35 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 18, 2013, 03:33:25 AM
Reminder to self: You're not 22 anymore. Wait til heart rate goes ALL THE WAY BACK DOWN after a workout before lighting up. Saves on the whole "fall down on your face" thing.
Uhhh yeah, that'll get ya. :lol:
Smoking fucks my lungs so hard these days that if I succumb to temptation and have a cigarette one night when I'm out, I'll cough and wheeze for the next two days. It sucks. But, it's probably just as well, because it's a good deterrent.
e-cig time, anyway.
Christ, I feel awful. There is nothing quite like the first 2 weeks back at the gym.
At least you are going to the gym, In the last three years I've been working at a desk I've gained three stone.
That's why I'm back in the gym. I haven't gained any stones, but I put a lot of weight back on. So it's back to the gym to peel it off, then STAY at the gym this time, so I don't have to deal with the HORRIBLE PAIN of the first 2 weeks.
And now, off to work. Good chatting, today. I always like feeling as if I've used my brain for something before I go to my job and have my brain explode from stupid.
Enjoy your afternoon, PD.
Have fun, CPD! Or at least as non-bad a time as possible!
I gotta get my ass on an essay I need to have finished in two hours. Gah.
Well, I just convinced my new employers I am retarded. I forgot to sign one part of my contract, so they had to send it back to me. I briefly considered signing it "Herp Derp" by way of apology, but apparently Swiss courts are pretty serious about contracts and things.
I'm thinking I'm going to spend next summer hiking. All of it. Living in London made long walks unpalatable and occasionally dangerous, and I miss being able to roam the countryside freely. Fortunately, Switzerland has some awesome hiking routes, as one would expect.
Quote from: Cain on April 19, 2013, 12:19:45 AM
Well, I just convinced my new employers I am retarded. I forgot to sign one part of my contract, so they had to send it back to me. I briefly considered signing it "Herp Derp" by way of apology, but apparently Swiss courts are pretty serious about contracts and things.
I'm thinking I'm going to spend next summer hiking. All of it. Living in London made long walks unpalatable and occasionally dangerous, and I miss being able to roam the countryside freely. Fortunately, Switzerland has some awesome hiking routes, as one would expect.
That is super rad. As my mother is moving to the Stuttgart area I hope to be in that part of the world more often. Perhaps we can meet up for expensive alcohol sometime.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 12:09:22 AM
Have fun, CPD! Or at least as non-bad a time as possible!
I gotta get my ass on an essay I need to have finished in two hours. Gah.
We have a new employee. She is in her 50's and used to own her own business of a similar sort as ours. Sold food. Made sandwiches. Is not unfamiliar with the delicate art that is the Philly Cheesesteak.
Today she made one and put ALL the tools on the hot surface of the grill. And wondered why the plastic handles melted on to it.
Other than that, it was okay. :P
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 19, 2013, 05:51:59 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 12:09:22 AM
Have fun, CPD! Or at least as non-bad a time as possible!
I gotta get my ass on an essay I need to have finished in two hours. Gah.
We have a new employee. She is in her 50's and used to own her own business of a similar sort as ours. Sold food. Made sandwiches. Is not unfamiliar with the delicate art that is the Philly Cheesesteak.
Today she made one and put ALL the tools on the hot surface of the grill. And wondered why the plastic handles melted on to it.
Other than that, it was okay. :P
First day nerves or used to using wooden handles?
(could just be derpy, but it's her first day, I'm bein charitable)
Quote from: Cain on April 19, 2013, 12:19:45 AM
Well, I just convinced my new employers I am retarded. I forgot to sign one part of my contract, so they had to send it back to me. I briefly considered signing it "Herp Derp" by way of apology, but apparently Swiss courts are pretty serious about contracts and things.
I'm thinking I'm going to spend next summer hiking. All of it. Living in London made long walks unpalatable and occasionally dangerous, and I miss being able to roam the countryside freely. Fortunately, Switzerland has some awesome hiking routes, as one would expect.
That made me laugh, and then feel bad, and then feel envious of the hiking, which makes no sense given where I live.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 19, 2013, 05:51:59 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 12:09:22 AM
Have fun, CPD! Or at least as non-bad a time as possible!
I gotta get my ass on an essay I need to have finished in two hours. Gah.
We have a new employee. She is in her 50's and used to own her own business of a similar sort as ours. Sold food. Made sandwiches. Is not unfamiliar with the delicate art that is the Philly Cheesesteak.
Today she made one and put ALL the tools on the hot surface of the grill. And wondered why the plastic handles melted on to it.
Other than that, it was okay. :P
I am confused, because what why.
I got my bike and it is fucking rad, super rad, so light and sweet and fast!
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 06:09:54 AM
I got my bike and it is fucking rad, super rad, so light and sweet and fast!
YAY! Sounds kick-ass. :D
Quote from: Alty on April 19, 2013, 12:56:34 AM
Quote from: Cain on April 19, 2013, 12:19:45 AM
Well, I just convinced my new employers I am retarded. I forgot to sign one part of my contract, so they had to send it back to me. I briefly considered signing it "Herp Derp" by way of apology, but apparently Swiss courts are pretty serious about contracts and things.
I'm thinking I'm going to spend next summer hiking. All of it. Living in London made long walks unpalatable and occasionally dangerous, and I miss being able to roam the countryside freely. Fortunately, Switzerland has some awesome hiking routes, as one would expect.
That is super rad. As my mother is moving to the Stuttgart area I hope to be in that part of the world more often. Perhaps we can meet up for expensive alcohol sometime.
Yeah, Stuttgart's not too far away, I am fairly sure there is a direct route from Basel I could take.
Definitely best to do it that way around - drinks the Swiss side of the border define the meaning of pointlessly expensive.
Fistfights in the office before Mid-day.
I hate this fucking place.
Quote from: Junkenstein on April 19, 2013, 11:33:06 AM
Fistfights in the office before Mid-day.
I hate this fucking place.
the fuck?
i occasionally get stuff like my boss showing his nipple piercings off to a female colleague (she asked to touch them, and she did) but no fighting/
let me reitterate. The fuck?
My guess is Junkenstein works for a Scottish company :lulz:
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on April 19, 2013, 12:21:22 PM
My guess is Junkenstein works for a Scottish company :lulz:
(http://www.gifsoup.com/webroot/animatedgifs6/2685876_o.gif)
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on April 19, 2013, 12:21:22 PM
My guess is Junkenstein works for a Scottish company :lulz:
I'm the only Scottish guy here.
And I'm the most civil.
It is actually getting to the point of being fucking unbearable.
Quote from: Junkenstein on April 19, 2013, 01:17:49 PM
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on April 19, 2013, 12:21:22 PM
My guess is Junkenstein works for a Scottish company :lulz:
I'm the only Scottish guy here.
And I'm the most civil.
It is actually getting to the point of being fucking unbearable.
Which bit of Scotland are you from?
Most lately, Kilmarnock.
I've never been to the west coast!
Quote from: Pixie on April 19, 2013, 01:48:37 PM
I've never been to the west coast!
West coast is my spiritual home, to be honest but you know us and slagging off where each other lives.
Considered sheer bloody ignorance if you don't in some circles :lulz:
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on April 19, 2013, 01:56:32 PM
Quote from: Pixie on April 19, 2013, 01:48:37 PM
I've never been to the west coast!
West coast is my spiritual home, to be honest but you know us and slagging off where each other lives.
Considered sheer bloody ignorance if you don't in some circles :lulz:
Like my great-grandad being from Fife.. Payne says i'm an 8th Fifer, not Scottish
Quote from: Pixie on April 19, 2013, 01:59:43 PM
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on April 19, 2013, 01:56:32 PM
Quote from: Pixie on April 19, 2013, 01:48:37 PM
I've never been to the west coast!
West coast is my spiritual home, to be honest but you know us and slagging off where each other lives.
Considered sheer bloody ignorance if you don't in some circles :lulz:
Like my great-grandad being from Fife.. Payne says i'm an 8th Fifer, not Scottish
You're scottish enough to get ripped for probably having a sheep or two in your family tree somewhere :lulz:
I hate the place half the time, but today I'd give a testicle to be back there.
Disciplinary procedures are not going well. Round 2 will probably occur outside the gates after closing.
Well at least I can just spectate that one.
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on April 19, 2013, 02:12:00 PM
Quote from: Pixie on April 19, 2013, 01:59:43 PM
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on April 19, 2013, 01:56:32 PM
Quote from: Pixie on April 19, 2013, 01:48:37 PM
I've never been to the west coast!
West coast is my spiritual home, to be honest but you know us and slagging off where each other lives.
Considered sheer bloody ignorance if you don't in some circles :lulz:
Like my great-grandad being from Fife.. Payne says i'm an 8th Fifer, not Scottish
You're scottish enough to get ripped for probably having a sheep or two in your family tree somewhere :lulz:
:lulz:
Yeah, so, because of everything I'm "working" from home today. I mean, I'm supposedly writing up a training on the Long Term Care Replacement process, as well as one for External Loan Carryovers.
Guess what I'm not doing today?
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 19, 2013, 03:05:27 PM
Yeah, so, because of everything I'm "working" from home today. I mean, I'm supposedly writing up a training on the Long Term Care Replacement process, as well as one for External Loan Carryovers.
Guess what I'm not doing today?
Calling in gag "threats"?
Ok, yeah. I'm also not doing that.
LMNO
-Full fridge, fully stocked liquor cabinet.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 19, 2013, 03:21:35 PM
Ok, yeah. I'm also not doing that.
LMNO
-Full fridge, fully stocked liquor cabinet.
Standing near any plate glass windows?
No..?
That one went over my head, to be honest.
Had too much wine last night & now my stomach is all sour and my head is fuzzy. That was stupid! :(
I guess today is the day for stats and chemistry homework. Anything where I don't have to think that hard.
Ugh, my son got conventional milk and it's bitter.
GOOD MORNING FRIDAY!
OK, so, Siana's cat.
It was hiding in the attic for like a month, so now it's in my room to keep it from running off again, and the fucker thinks that approximately every two hours throughout the night is time to cuddle with my face.
I DON'T EVEN LIKE CATS.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 03:45:34 PM
OK, so, Siana's cat.
It was hiding in the attic for like a month, so now it's in my room to keep it from running off again, and the fucker thinks that approximately every two hours throughout the night is time to cuddle with my face.
I DON'T EVEN LIKE CATS.
Cats do that.
They AVOID people who stare at them and say "OH A KITTY!!!!! HERRRRRE KITTYKITTYKITTY!!!!!!!" and fuck with people who don't like them.
I prefer dogs, but in some ways I can relate.
I enjoy cats when I visit people who keep them. They're quite cool to see moving about and stalking rubber mice and shit but I get fed up with the fuckers pretty quickly. Would not have one as a pet.
I don't even really like other people's cats. I don't hate them, I'm just not interested in cats. They're gross and germy and needy and demanding.
Some of my friends have cats, and what's really annoying is when they start talking about them. Seriously, people, you are talking about your cats. You are telling stories about things your cats do and how cute they are. Do you hear yourselves? You have been talking about your cats for an hour. You VERY CLEARLY have a brain parasite.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 04:56:03 PM
I don't even really like other people's cats. I don't hate them, I'm just not interested in cats. They're gross and germy and needy and demanding.
Some of my friends have cats, and what's really annoying is when they start talking about them. Seriously, people, you are talking about your cats. You are telling stories about things your cats do and how cute they are. Do you hear yourselves? You have been talking about your cats for an hour. You VERY CLEARLY have a brain parasite.
I had to declare a moratorium on talking about cats at my family gatherings. It got so bad that as time went by at any get together the likelihood of my brother-in-law and my step sister talking about their fucking cats approached 1.
Really? You cat does this cute thing where it curls up in a sunbeam and stretches out? You don't say. YOUR CAT IS A FUCKING CAT?
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 19, 2013, 05:12:42 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 04:56:03 PM
I don't even really like other people's cats. I don't hate them, I'm just not interested in cats. They're gross and germy and needy and demanding.
Some of my friends have cats, and what's really annoying is when they start talking about them. Seriously, people, you are talking about your cats. You are telling stories about things your cats do and how cute they are. Do you hear yourselves? You have been talking about your cats for an hour. You VERY CLEARLY have a brain parasite.
I had to declare a moratorium on talking about cats at my family gatherings. It got so bad that as time went by at any get together the likelihood of my brother-in-law and my step sister talking about their fucking cats approached 1.
Really? You cat does this cute thing where it curls up in a sunbeam and stretches out? You don't say. YOUR CAT IS A FUCKING CAT?
That's just it, they talk about all these things that cats do as if they're somehow special and interesting. I don't talk about, say, things my chickens do as if they're special and interesting, because they're chickens and all chickens basically do the same things.
I will tell you three interesting things about my cat:
...oh wait, no I won't, because there isn't anything.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 05:27:09 PM
Quote from: Eater of Clowns on April 19, 2013, 05:12:42 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 04:56:03 PM
I don't even really like other people's cats. I don't hate them, I'm just not interested in cats. They're gross and germy and needy and demanding.
Some of my friends have cats, and what's really annoying is when they start talking about them. Seriously, people, you are talking about your cats. You are telling stories about things your cats do and how cute they are. Do you hear yourselves? You have been talking about your cats for an hour. You VERY CLEARLY have a brain parasite.
I had to declare a moratorium on talking about cats at my family gatherings. It got so bad that as time went by at any get together the likelihood of my brother-in-law and my step sister talking about their fucking cats approached 1.
Really? You cat does this cute thing where it curls up in a sunbeam and stretches out? You don't say. YOUR CAT IS A FUCKING CAT?
That's just it, they talk about all these things that cats do as if they're somehow special and interesting. I don't talk about, say, things my chickens do as if they're special and interesting, because they're chickens and all chickens basically do the same things.
I will tell you three interesting things about my cat:
...oh wait, no I won't, because there isn't anything.
:lulz:
I really don't get the fascination with cat's either. They're fun to play with but then they just randomly wander off in the middle of it (because they're kinda stupid). Yeah, it's funny to watch a cat deliberately knock something over. But cat's are assholes. That's what they do, again, on account of stupid.
I hate that the internet is 60% stupid shit about cats, and 40% pictures of one specific ugly looking cat.
I hate when people share that pic that says "I have a machine that fits in my pocket and allows me to access all human knowledge. I use it to look at cats and make snarky comments" and then they go "Hahaha, this is totally what I do, I love my 5 cats, here's a picture of my cat."
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 04:56:03 PM
I don't even really like other people's kids. I don't hate them, I'm just not interested in kids. They're gross and germy and needy and demanding.
Fixt
Also, I could go on and on, pages if need be, about how much more better cats are than dogs. Pages.
So, controlled detonations are planned for Cambridge/Somerville line and some parts of Boston.
I'm guessing that means there are bombs all over the fucking place.
Correction, just Cambridge-Somerville, thus far. Also, this is totally the wrong thread, isn't it?
QuoteBut cats are assholes.
YES. You know what I say about assholes...
While I prefer them overall, I must admit people that talk about their cats make me want to shove my face into a something...choppy...chop chop. I got nothing, didn't have my peppermint tea this morning.
Quote from: Alty on April 19, 2013, 05:52:01 PM
QuoteBut cats are assholes.
YES. You know what I say about assholes...
While I prefer them overall, I must admit people that talk about their cats make me want to shove my face into a something...choppy...chop chop. I got nothing, didn't have my peppermint tea this morning.
:lulz:
It's really the pictures more than anything. I can scan past a stupid status, or zone out if they're talking.
Quote from: Queef Erisson on April 19, 2013, 05:51:55 PM
Correction, just Cambridge-Somerville, thus far. Also, this is totally the wrong thread, isn't it?
It's the talk about anything thread.
Have some Beck. :horrormirth: :horrormirth: :horrormirth:
http://www.politicususa.com/glenn-beck-calls-obamas-impeachment-boston-terrorist-attack.html
Pardon me, but could you all keep that to the one thread?
Thank you.
Quote from: Alty on April 19, 2013, 06:01:09 PM
Pardon me, but could you all keep that to the one thread?
Thank you.
No. :p
Quote from: Queef Erisson on April 19, 2013, 06:02:20 PM
Quote from: Alty on April 19, 2013, 06:01:09 PM
Pardon me, but could you all keep that to the one thread?
Thank you.
No. :p
I'm not putting Beck in a real news thread. :p :p :p
Quote from: stelz on April 19, 2013, 06:00:23 PM
Quote from: Queef Erisson on April 19, 2013, 05:51:55 PM
Correction, just Cambridge-Somerville, thus far. Also, this is totally the wrong thread, isn't it?
It's the talk about anything thread.
Have some Beck. :horrormirth: :horrormirth: :horrormirth:
http://www.politicususa.com/glenn-beck-calls-obamas-impeachment-boston-terrorist-attack.html
QuoteGlenn Beck always did have a better imagination than Rush Limbaugh.
:horrormirth:
People talking about their pets all the time is as annoying as people talking about their kids all the time.
I will say that nothing brightens my mood better than cute/silly/stupid cat videos.
I've had cats, dogs and gerbils. Currently have two cats. They are very unimpressive and rarely do anything worthy of taking a picture of.
My albino snake was my favorite pet (surprisingly, that's not a euphamism).
My cat is a cat. She's an asshole. End of story.
Corn snake?
California King.
Wouldn't you like to know?
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 19, 2013, 06:34:42 PM
California King.
Eats corn snakes. Don't laugh, I've had it happen to me :argh!:
It was beautiful, white with bright yellow markings, red eyes... Quite social, actually. Loved to crawl up my arm and try to nest in my hair (I had really long hair at the time).
Wait -- Did I just talk about my snake like it was a cat?
:ahhh:
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 19, 2013, 06:34:42 PM
California King.
Ah, they're not so popular over here, for some reason.
Probably for the reason I had to give her up: They are really finicky about temperature. Get it wrong by a few degrees and they start getting sick. Poor little thing started gasping all the time, and then refused to eat. I realized I didn't have the resources to give her the life she deserved, so I had to give her up.
I am working very late tonight, and probably tomorrow as well.
This means that I will in fact have time to add to LOBB, once all the screaming asshats go home.
Well, shit. I finally get time to get to PD, and everyone's buggered off.
Sorry dude, I'm just about to sign off.
Also, cats are not needy, dogs are. And they're funny because they're assholes.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 19, 2013, 08:55:40 PM
Well, shit. I finally get time to get to PD, and everyone's buggered off.
I'm around! Just sporadically, because homework.
I have nine homework projects on my list, all due Monday or earlier. This means they're doable if I nail three a day.
I can do this. Deep breath.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 19, 2013, 08:49:33 PM
I am working very late tonight, and probably tomorrow as well.
This means that I will in fact have time to add to LOBB, once all the screaming asshats go home.
Yay!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 19, 2013, 08:49:33 PM
I am working very late tonight, and probably tomorrow as well.
This means that I will in fact have time to add to LOBB, once all the screaming asshats go home.
THROW THEM OUT
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 09:01:30 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 19, 2013, 08:49:33 PM
I am working very late tonight, and probably tomorrow as well.
This means that I will in fact have time to add to LOBB, once all the screaming asshats go home.
Yay!
Can't do it right now. I have Jim and Larry and Mike falling through my door every ten seconds, blathering that THIS IS THE END.
BULLSHIT it's the end. It's just another damn day at <company name>, where failure IS an option, even when it isn't an option. It's just another Goddamn blow up, another GIGANTIC FUCKING DISASTER, and gigantic disasters are WHAT WE DO.
Unlike Texas, though, we don't kill a bunch of people when we do it. No, we just put on the engineering department shirts and cut holes in the walls with phasers and shit, just like OUR IDOL, MR SCOTT.
LEMME IN THE JEFFRIES TUBE, CAPTAIN! I'M FULL OF TINIER MEN!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 19, 2013, 09:05:08 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 09:01:30 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 19, 2013, 08:49:33 PM
I am working very late tonight, and probably tomorrow as well.
This means that I will in fact have time to add to LOBB, once all the screaming asshats go home.
Yay!
Can't do it right now. I have Jim and Larry and Mike falling through my door every ten seconds, blathering that THIS IS THE END.
BULLSHIT it's the end. It's just another damn day at <company name>, where failure IS an option, even when it isn't an option. It's just another Goddamn blow up, another GIGANTIC FUCKING DISASTER, and gigantic disasters are WHAT WE DO.
Unlike Texas, though, we don't kill a bunch of people when we do it. No, we just put on the engineering department shirts and cut holes in the walls with phasers and shit, just like OUR IDOL, MR SCOTT.
LEMME IN THE JEFFRIES TUBE, CAPTAIN! I'M FULL OF TINIER MEN!
:lulz:
Quote from: Sita on April 19, 2013, 06:17:27 PM
People talking about their pets all the time is as annoying as people talking about their kids all the time.
I will say that nothing brightens my mood better than cute/silly/stupid cat videos.
I've had cats, dogs and gerbils. Currently have two cats. They are very unimpressive and rarely do anything worthy of taking a picture of.
Seriously, that's the other thing I don't get. I don't even talk about my kids as much as these people talk about their cats, and when I do it's because they did something unusual. Because the fact is, kids aren't really that interesting unless they DO SOMETHING UNUSUAL.
A cat story is interesting when the cat does something unusual. But these people will say things like "And then Tommy curls up into this round little ball and purrs! It's so adorable! And when he wakes up he stretches, and he gets all long like this, and then he kind of does this little head-shake, oh my god it's so cute, and then he starts grooming himself I can hardly stand it, he's such a SILLY BILLY! And then he..."
FFS.
haha.
hadn't heard a Tick reference in a long time...
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on April 19, 2013, 08:58:35 PM
Also, cats are not needy, dogs are. And they're funny because they're assholes.
Dog: Sleeps 90% of the time, craps outside. Eats and drinks whatever. Likes to go to the beach once in a while.
Cat: sleeps all day, wakes me up every two hours all night long, only eats food that's the right brand and is half-crunchy, half-canned, won't drink day-old water, craps in a box that needs cleaning and changing all the time, is all the time wanting to be petted or else walking around meowing aimlessly at dust motes or imaginary ghosts or because the water in their bowl is slightly more than eight hours old.
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 19, 2013, 09:10:31 PM
haha.
hadn't heard a Tick reference in a long time...
The Tick was and is AWESOME.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 09:13:08 PM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on April 19, 2013, 08:58:35 PM
Also, cats are not needy, dogs are. And they're funny because they're assholes.
Dog: Sleeps 90% of the time, craps outside. Eats and drinks whatever. Likes to go to the beach once in a while.
Cat: sleeps all day, wakes me up every two hours all night long, only eats food that's the right brand and is half-crunchy, half-canned, won't drink day-old water, craps in a box that needs cleaning and changing all the time, is all the time wanting to be petted or else walking around meowing aimlessly at dust motes or imaginary ghosts or because the water in their bowl is slightly more than eight hours old.
Dog: Is happy to see you when you get home. Watches your shit and lets you know when somebody comes around or something is happening (ok, sometimes that's just another dog passing by, but still.) Bites the fuck out of people who break in your house or act threatening towards you. Would happily throw his life away to save your ass.
Cat: Is aloof until you piss him off with some perceived affront, then goes on a vendetta pissing on your furniture, shitting in your bathtub and puking on your bed.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 09:13:08 PM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on April 19, 2013, 08:58:35 PM
Also, cats are not needy, dogs are. And they're funny because they're assholes.
Dog: Sleeps 90% of the time, craps outside. Eats and drinks whatever. Likes to go to the beach once in a while.
Cat: sleeps all day, wakes me up every two hours all night long, only eats food that's the right brand and is half-crunchy, half-canned, won't drink day-old water, craps in a box that needs cleaning and changing all the time, is all the time wanting to be petted or else walking around meowing aimlessly at dust motes or imaginary ghosts or because the water in their bowl is slightly more than eight hours old.
Yeah, this. Dogs are easygoing pals who are usually happy with ANY PROGRAM. Cats are neurotic self-obsessed freaks who can't even be trained to provide any valuable services.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 19, 2013, 09:14:05 PM
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 19, 2013, 09:10:31 PM
haha.
hadn't heard a Tick reference in a long time...
The Tick was and is AWESOME.
coworker of mine saw the tick pin ive got stuck to my cubicle wall and mentioned that his son was watching them and they were pretty funny, so i lent him my Tick Omnibusi.
wish Edlund was still doing them... :cry:
Quote from: stelz on April 19, 2013, 09:18:19 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 09:13:08 PM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on April 19, 2013, 08:58:35 PM
Also, cats are not needy, dogs are. And they're funny because they're assholes.
Dog: Sleeps 90% of the time, craps outside. Eats and drinks whatever. Likes to go to the beach once in a while.
Cat: sleeps all day, wakes me up every two hours all night long, only eats food that's the right brand and is half-crunchy, half-canned, won't drink day-old water, craps in a box that needs cleaning and changing all the time, is all the time wanting to be petted or else walking around meowing aimlessly at dust motes or imaginary ghosts or because the water in their bowl is slightly more than eight hours old.
Dog: Is happy to see you when you get home. Watches your shit and lets you know when somebody comes around or something is happening (ok, sometimes that's just another dog passing by, but still.) Bites the fuck out of people who break in your house or act threatening towards you. Would happily throw his life away to save your ass.
Cat: Is aloof until you piss him off with some perceived affront, then goes on a vendetta pissing on your furniture, shitting in your bathtub and puking on your bed.
Yes. And most of the time you don't even know WHY. WHAT AM I DOING WRONG, YOU EVIL BASTARD?
Cats are like that one friend that you don't really know why you tolerate, because they want things from you all the time but don't actually add anything to your life.
Oh, except for brain parasites.
Thanks, cats!
Quote from: Balls Wellington on April 19, 2013, 09:18:36 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 09:13:08 PM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on April 19, 2013, 08:58:35 PM
Also, cats are not needy, dogs are. And they're funny because they're assholes.
Dog: Sleeps 90% of the time, craps outside. Eats and drinks whatever. Likes to go to the beach once in a while.
Cat: sleeps all day, wakes me up every two hours all night long, only eats food that's the right brand and is half-crunchy, half-canned, won't drink day-old water, craps in a box that needs cleaning and changing all the time, is all the time wanting to be petted or else walking around meowing aimlessly at dust motes or imaginary ghosts or because the water in their bowl is slightly more than eight hours old.
Yeah, this. Dogs are easygoing pals who are usually happy with ANY PROGRAM. Cats are neurotic self-obsessed freaks who can't even be trained to provide any valuable services.
In theory, they kill rats and mice.
However, they also, apparently, ATTRACT rats and mice, so WTF???
Dogs: curl up on the rug while you read a book or type on the computer.
Cats: sit on your book or keyboard because they can and and see that you're paying more attention to those things.
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Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on April 19, 2013, 08:58:35 PM
Also, cats are not needy, dogs are. And they're funny because they're assholes.
Dog: Sleeps 90% of the time, craps outside. Eats and drinks whatever. Likes to go to the beach once in a while.
Cat: sleeps all day, wakes me up every two hours all night long, only eats food that's the right brand and is half-crunchy, half-canned, won't drink day-old water, craps in a box that needs cleaning and changing all the time, is all the time wanting to be petted or else walking around meowing aimlessly at dust motes or imaginary ghosts or because the water in their bowl is slightly more than eight hours old.
Dog: Is happy to see you when you get home. Watches your shit and lets you know when somebody comes around or something is happening (ok, sometimes that's just another dog passing by, but still.) Bites the fuck out of people who break in your house or act threatening towards you. Would happily throw his life away to save your ass.
Cat: Is aloof until you piss him off with some perceived affront, then goes on a vendetta pissing on your furniture, shitting in your bathtub and puking on your bed.
Yes. And most of the time you don't even know WHY. WHAT AM I DOING WRONG, YOU EVIL BASTARD?
Cats are like that one friend that you don't really know why you tolerate, because they want things from you all the time but don't actually add anything to your life.
Oh, except for brain parasites.
Thanks, cats!
This. Except they don't talk. So that's a bonus for the cat.
cats can be trained, but it's like a monkeys paw.
we trained our old cat to shit in the toilet, but he also picked up the habit of unrolling the entire roll of paper into it when he was done.
and one time my wife was poomping and he didn't want to wait so he climbed into the pants around her ankles and shit in them while looking into her eyes.
also, a GIS for 'i'm full of tinier men' gives the most bizarre results...
Quote from: Elder Iptuous on April 19, 2013, 09:39:21 PM
cats can be trained, but it's like a monkeys paw.
we trained our old cat to shit in the toilet, but he also picked up the habit of unrolling the entire roll of paper into it when he was done.
and one time my wife was poomping and he didn't want to wait so he climbed into the pants around her ankles and shit in them while looking into her eyes.
also, a GIS for 'i'm full of tinier men' gives the most bizarre results...
You just made me crack up laughing with the story about your wife and the cat. That's just amazing.
Also, to Google!
I like cats because they don't seem to like humans all that much.
And they leave you the hell alone, except at night when you just yell at them and they fuck off.
That said, I can only have female cats. Male cats are stupid, don't take a hint, needy, and stupid.
Dogs meanwhile seem to hang on to every ounce of their owners attention at any given moment. Dogs just stare and stare until you GIVE them SOMETHING.
and they eat their own poop. They EAT POOP.
And you can go on vacation, leave a mountain of food behind, and they're fine.
Dogs get all weird when they're alone.
Maybe it's just me, then. All the dogs I ever had were neurotic as fuck and need constant attention, and my cat was chill, slept all damn day, came inside when I called him in for bed, and didn't even use his litter box because outside was so much better.
Some fool made the mistake of talking politics with me whilst I was working.
Thank you PD, for giving me the tools to make people SHUT UP when they start leaking stupid all over me.
Quote from: Alty on April 19, 2013, 09:45:37 PM
I like cats because they don't seem to like humans all that much.
And they leave you the hell alone, except at night when you just yell at them and they fuck off.
That said, I can only have female cats. Male cats are stupid, don't take a hint, needy, and stupid.
Dogs meanwhile seem to hang on to every ounce of their owners attention at any given moment. Dogs just stare and stare until you GIVE them SOMETHING.
and they eat their own poop. They EAT POOP.
Both of my cats are female, and they're both horrible.
Sure, they leave me alone most of the time, unless I'm trying to sleep or work in which case they DESPERATELY NEED ME.
Dogs eat poop. True. Not usually their own, but sometimes they will.
Cats just track their own shit and its accompanying BRAIN PARASITES all over the house and onto your pillow, and occasionally pee all over everything you own and shit in your shoes.
Oh and I'M SORRY, WAS THAT YOUR VEGETABLE GARDEN? I thought you were making a giant neighborhood litter box.
NO LOVE FOR CAT PENIS?
Quote from: Alty on April 19, 2013, 09:47:18 PM
And you can go on vacation, leave a mountain of food behind, and they're fine.
Dogs get all weird when they're alone.
If by "fine" you mean "pretty much just as completely neurotic as they were when you left, and shit on your pillow to show you for leaving them alone", then yes.
I had an awesome cat once. Man, that cat was so awesome. He did his own thing and would just hang out in the same room with you and was super chill and shat outside. That cat was so cool he was almost like a dog. And then you know what happened? He left me for the crazy cat lady down the street. You know what a dog would never do? That.
You know what else dogs don't do?
Give you a brain parasite to make you like them.
Because they don't even need to.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 10:26:41 PM
You know what else dogs don't do?
Give you a brain parasite to make you like them.
Because they don't even need to.
OH JEEZE NIGEL, I AM NOT BEING CONTROLLED BY BRAIN PARASITES.
MY CAT LOVES ME AND I LOVE HER, SHE IS MY SPECIAL LADY AND A GOOD GIRL. FRY LIKES IT WHEN I BRING HER TURKEY, SHE IS A GOOD GIRL.
FRY LOVES ME AND YOU CANT TAKE THAT AWAY FROM US.
SHE IS A GOOD GIRL.
:asshat:
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 09:35:11 PM
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Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on April 19, 2013, 08:58:35 PM
Also, cats are not needy, dogs are. And they're funny because they're assholes.
Dog: Sleeps 90% of the time, craps outside. Eats and drinks whatever. Likes to go to the beach once in a while.
Cat: sleeps all day, wakes me up every two hours all night long, only eats food that's the right brand and is half-crunchy, half-canned, won't drink day-old water, craps in a box that needs cleaning and changing all the time, is all the time wanting to be petted or else walking around meowing aimlessly at dust motes or imaginary ghosts or because the water in their bowl is slightly more than eight hours old.
Yeah, this. Dogs are easygoing pals who are usually happy with ANY PROGRAM. Cats are neurotic self-obsessed freaks who can't even be trained to provide any valuable services.
In theory, they kill rats and mice.
However, they also, apparently, ATTRACT rats and mice, so WTF???
I like rats. WAY more than I like cats, and almost as much as I like dogs.
Rats are also fucking awesome.
I want rats. But I can't have them, because I have cats. And, quite possibly brain parasites. :argh!:
Quote from: Alty on April 19, 2013, 10:31:58 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 10:26:41 PM
You know what else dogs don't do?
Give you a brain parasite to make you like them.
Because they don't even need to.
OH JEEZE NIGEL, I AM NOT BEING CONTROLLED BY BRAIN PARASITES.
MY CAT LOVES ME AND I LOVE HER, SHE IS MY SPECIAL LADY AND A GOOD GIRL. FRY LIKES IT WHEN I BRING HER TURKEY, SHE IS A GOOD GIRL.
FRY LOVES ME AND YOU CANT TAKE THAT AWAY FROM US.
SHE IS A GOOD GIRL.
:asshat:
:lulz:
Quote from: Balls Wellington on April 19, 2013, 10:32:26 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 09:35:11 PM
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Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 09:13:08 PM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on April 19, 2013, 08:58:35 PM
Also, cats are not needy, dogs are. And they're funny because they're assholes.
Dog: Sleeps 90% of the time, craps outside. Eats and drinks whatever. Likes to go to the beach once in a while.
Cat: sleeps all day, wakes me up every two hours all night long, only eats food that's the right brand and is half-crunchy, half-canned, won't drink day-old water, craps in a box that needs cleaning and changing all the time, is all the time wanting to be petted or else walking around meowing aimlessly at dust motes or imaginary ghosts or because the water in their bowl is slightly more than eight hours old.
Yeah, this. Dogs are easygoing pals who are usually happy with ANY PROGRAM. Cats are neurotic self-obsessed freaks who can't even be trained to provide any valuable services.
In theory, they kill rats and mice.
However, they also, apparently, ATTRACT rats and mice, so WTF???
I like rats. WAY more than I like cats, and almost as much as I like dogs.
I like rats a lot. They're smart, social, and inquisitive, as well as just plain funny.
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Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 09:13:08 PM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on April 19, 2013, 08:58:35 PM
Also, cats are not needy, dogs are. And they're funny because they're assholes.
Dog: Sleeps 90% of the time, craps outside. Eats and drinks whatever. Likes to go to the beach once in a while.
Cat: sleeps all day, wakes me up every two hours all night long, only eats food that's the right brand and is half-crunchy, half-canned, won't drink day-old water, craps in a box that needs cleaning and changing all the time, is all the time wanting to be petted or else walking around meowing aimlessly at dust motes or imaginary ghosts or because the water in their bowl is slightly more than eight hours old.
Yeah, this. Dogs are easygoing pals who are usually happy with ANY PROGRAM. Cats are neurotic self-obsessed freaks who can't even be trained to provide any valuable services.
In theory, they kill rats and mice.
However, they also, apparently, ATTRACT rats and mice, so WTF???
I like rats. WAY more than I like cats, and almost as much as I like dogs.
I like rats a lot. They're smart, social, and inquisitive, as well as just plain funny.
Dogs are also more specialized - you get a cat and it's a fucking cat, except it looks different. You get a terrier or a dachsund and it WANTS TO HUNT RATS, you get a border collie or a welsh corgie and IT WANTS TO HERD THINGS.
I'm a fan of rats, though. I already had an affection for them, and then I read The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents and I LOVED RATS. Dammit Pratchett.
Quote from: Queef Erisson on April 19, 2013, 09:37:31 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 09:34:21 PM
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Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 09:13:08 PM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on April 19, 2013, 08:58:35 PM
Also, cats are not needy, dogs are. And they're funny because they're assholes.
Dog: Sleeps 90% of the time, craps outside. Eats and drinks whatever. Likes to go to the beach once in a while.
Cat: sleeps all day, wakes me up every two hours all night long, only eats food that's the right brand and is half-crunchy, half-canned, won't drink day-old water, craps in a box that needs cleaning and changing all the time, is all the time wanting to be petted or else walking around meowing aimlessly at dust motes or imaginary ghosts or because the water in their bowl is slightly more than eight hours old.
Dog: Is happy to see you when you get home. Watches your shit and lets you know when somebody comes around or something is happening (ok, sometimes that's just another dog passing by, but still.) Bites the fuck out of people who break in your house or act threatening towards you. Would happily throw his life away to save your ass.
Cat: Is aloof until you piss him off with some perceived affront, then goes on a vendetta pissing on your furniture, shitting in your bathtub and puking on your bed.
Yes. And most of the time you don't even know WHY. WHAT AM I DOING WRONG, YOU EVIL BASTARD?
Cats are like that one friend that you don't really know why you tolerate, because they want things from you all the time but don't actually add anything to your life.
Oh, except for brain parasites.
Thanks, cats!
This. Except they don't talk. So that's a bonus for the cat.
That also means they don't explain what you did to make them SUDDENLY START PISSING AND SHITTING AND PUKING ON YOUR FAVORITE THINGS FOREVER. A lot of my friends are cat people. Just this morning one told me that her cat pissed all over her when she was asleep. SHE TREATS THAT CAT LIKE FUCKING ROYALTY.
And while my dogs have always liked to be wherever I happen to be, even if it means leaving a comfortable spot, I wouldn't describe them as needy. They just hang out a few feet away and amuse themselves looking around at stuff or at worst, licking their balls.
"You can't talk to me like this! You're not my father."
"Legally, I am in fact. Also I can talk to you how I please. Maybe if you stop trying to talk over me, interrupt me and argue with me then my tone will change. Until then, you'll have to deal with it."
Ah, that felt good.
Quote from: Cain on April 19, 2013, 11:54:09 PM
"You can't talk to me like this! You're not my father."
"Legally, I am in fact. Also I can talk to you how I please. Maybe if you stop trying to talk over me, interrupt me and argue with me then my tone will change. Until then, you'll have to deal with it."
Ah, that felt good.
:mittens:
I like rats. They have a lot of the benefits that cats have over dogs, but aren't cats. Plus they freak your mom out.
Quote from: Alty on April 19, 2013, 05:46:38 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 04:56:03 PM
I don't even really like other people's kids. I don't hate them, I'm just not interested in kids. They're gross and germy and needy and demanding.
Fixt
Also, I could go on and on, pages if need be, about how much more better cats are than dogs. Pages.
I HAVE BRAIN PARASITES AND I DON'T CARE
I want a Siberian Forest Cat. they like walks on leads, water, and have mutt-like loyalty.
but without the yapping, noise, and muddy dog paws all up on your shit.
I keep seeing those flying fox fruit bats on facebook and they're awesome. Probably really difficult to keep as pets but they'd be even better than rats for freaking people out.
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Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 09:13:08 PM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on April 19, 2013, 08:58:35 PM
Also, cats are not needy, dogs are. And they're funny because they're assholes.
Dog: Sleeps 90% of the time, craps outside. Eats and drinks whatever. Likes to go to the beach once in a while.
Cat: sleeps all day, wakes me up every two hours all night long, only eats food that's the right brand and is half-crunchy, half-canned, won't drink day-old water, craps in a box that needs cleaning and changing all the time, is all the time wanting to be petted or else walking around meowing aimlessly at dust motes or imaginary ghosts or because the water in their bowl is slightly more than eight hours old.
Dog: Is happy to see you when you get home. Watches your shit and lets you know when somebody comes around or something is happening (ok, sometimes that's just another dog passing by, but still.) Bites the fuck out of people who break in your house or act threatening towards you. Would happily throw his life away to save your ass.
Cat: Is aloof until you piss him off with some perceived affront, then goes on a vendetta pissing on your furniture, shitting in your bathtub and puking on your bed.
Yes. And most of the time you don't even know WHY. WHAT AM I DOING WRONG, YOU EVIL BASTARD?
Cats are like that one friend that you don't really know why you tolerate, because they want things from you all the time but don't actually add anything to your life.
Oh, except for brain parasites.
Thanks, cats!
This. Except they don't talk. So that's a bonus for the cat.
That also means they don't explain what you did to make them SUDDENLY START PISSING AND SHITTING AND PUKING ON YOUR FAVORITE THINGS FOREVER. A lot of my friends are cat people. Just this morning one told me that her cat pissed all over her when she was asleep. SHE TREATS THAT CAT LIKE FUCKING ROYALTY.
And while my dogs have always liked to be wherever I happen to be, even if it means leaving a comfortable spot, I wouldn't describe them as needy. They just hang out a few feet away and amuse themselves looking around at stuff or at worst, licking their balls.
They just need to be near you so that bears can't sneak up on you. Just in case.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 10:24:27 PM
I had an awesome cat once. Man, that cat was so awesome. He did his own thing and would just hang out in the same room with you and was super chill and shat outside. That cat was so cool he was almost like a dog. And then you know what happened? He left me for the crazy cat lady down the street. You know what a dog would never do? That.
My awesome cat was also basically a dog, except including the loyalty part. Funny enough, he didn't do much of the typical "cute" cat things either. Ate his damn kibble, killed the mice, and pooped where he was supposed to like any cat worth a damn should do.
I agree that cats are only
interesting when they are doing things that cats don't typically do. Like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Im4TO03CuF8
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 20, 2013, 05:02:49 AM
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Quote from: stelz on April 19, 2013, 09:18:19 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 19, 2013, 09:13:08 PM
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on April 19, 2013, 08:58:35 PM
Also, cats are not needy, dogs are. And they're funny because they're assholes.
Dog: Sleeps 90% of the time, craps outside. Eats and drinks whatever. Likes to go to the beach once in a while.
Cat: sleeps all day, wakes me up every two hours all night long, only eats food that's the right brand and is half-crunchy, half-canned, won't drink day-old water, craps in a box that needs cleaning and changing all the time, is all the time wanting to be petted or else walking around meowing aimlessly at dust motes or imaginary ghosts or because the water in their bowl is slightly more than eight hours old.
Dog: Is happy to see you when you get home. Watches your shit and lets you know when somebody comes around or something is happening (ok, sometimes that's just another dog passing by, but still.) Bites the fuck out of people who break in your house or act threatening towards you. Would happily throw his life away to save your ass.
Cat: Is aloof until you piss him off with some perceived affront, then goes on a vendetta pissing on your furniture, shitting in your bathtub and puking on your bed.
Yes. And most of the time you don't even know WHY. WHAT AM I DOING WRONG, YOU EVIL BASTARD?
Cats are like that one friend that you don't really know why you tolerate, because they want things from you all the time but don't actually add anything to your life.
Oh, except for brain parasites.
Thanks, cats!
This. Except they don't talk. So that's a bonus for the cat.
That also means they don't explain what you did to make them SUDDENLY START PISSING AND SHITTING AND PUKING ON YOUR FAVORITE THINGS FOREVER. A lot of my friends are cat people. Just this morning one told me that her cat pissed all over her when she was asleep. SHE TREATS THAT CAT LIKE FUCKING ROYALTY.
And while my dogs have always liked to be wherever I happen to be, even if it means leaving a comfortable spot, I wouldn't describe them as needy. They just hang out a few feet away and amuse themselves looking around at stuff or at worst, licking their balls.
They just need to be near you so that bears can't sneak up on you. Just in case.
Kinda figured it was something like that. :lol:
A CAT, OTOH, would PICK THE MOMENT a bear attack to lick his balls, and then look at you like "I'm just chillin', man" while you tried to stuff your intestines back in your abdominal cavity.
Some days I have the hardest time getting out of bed.
Other days I can bike 42 kilometres on dirty unpaved hilly roads. Like today.
Weird.
Also, me and some classmates just visited the children's ward at the hospital, and after that we cruised around town in an old red van, blasting Mozart.
Quote from: Queef Erisson on April 20, 2013, 12:00:29 AM
Quote from: Cain on April 19, 2013, 11:54:09 PM
"You can't talk to me like this! You're not my father."
"Legally, I am in fact. Also I can talk to you how I please. Maybe if you stop trying to talk over me, interrupt me and argue with me then my tone will change. Until then, you'll have to deal with it."
Ah, that felt good.
:mittens:
Bonus quotation: "I pay to live here, why shouldn't I be able to use the full facilities of the building?"
"No, you pay our company who pay the people who own this building, and we can specify exactly what facilities you get to use."
"Oh."
Also just found the little bastard's signed contract regarding the rules. Apparently, he denies having ever signed such a thing. Too bad for him, then.
Quote from: Cain on April 20, 2013, 06:49:03 PM
Quote from: Queef Erisson on April 20, 2013, 12:00:29 AM
Quote from: Cain on April 19, 2013, 11:54:09 PM
"You can't talk to me like this! You're not my father."
"Legally, I am in fact. Also I can talk to you how I please. Maybe if you stop trying to talk over me, interrupt me and argue with me then my tone will change. Until then, you'll have to deal with it."
Ah, that felt good.
:mittens:
Bonus quotation: "I pay to live here, why shouldn't I be able to use the full facilities of the building?"
"No, you pay our company who pay the people who own this building, and we can specify exactly what facilities you get to use."
"Oh."
Also just found the little bastard's signed contract regarding the rules. Apparently, he denies having ever signed such a thing. Too bad for him, then.
Kick his ass, Cain! Metaphorically, of course.
So I found Mothers' Day gifts already.
http://www.jimmybeanswool.com/knitting/yarn/JimmyBeansWool/FlowerBouquets.asp?showLarge=true&specPCVID=46246
(http://www.jimmybeanswool.com/secure-html/productImages/46246Large_8e0b.jpg)
For the first time ever, I'm tempted to have kids.
Oh goddamnit, mothers have birthdays just like everyone else. I don't get a son's day or an uncle's day or a brother's day. And I sure as hell am not going to expect my kids to get me anything on Father's Day if and when I have them.
Sigh.
I wonder what sort of gift card to get Mom.
OSHIT GUYS THE DOGS ARE GETTING SMARTER :lol:
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/2372125/Wild-dogs-that-commute-from-suburbs-to-scavenge-in-city.html
Sitting at work, still. Listening to Lana Del Rey (thanks for turning me on to this lady, Nigel).
Lana Del Rey makes me feel dirty. In my pants.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSjZjGURj34
:eek:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 20, 2013, 10:04:10 PM
Sitting at work, still. Listening to Lana Del Rey (thanks for turning me on to this lady, Nigel).
Lana Del Rey makes me feel dirty. In my pants.
She's pretty fucking awesome!
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 20, 2013, 07:17:22 PM
So I found Mothers' Day gifts already.
http://www.jimmybeanswool.com/knitting/yarn/JimmyBeansWool/FlowerBouquets.asp?showLarge=true&specPCVID=46246
(http://www.jimmybeanswool.com/secure-html/productImages/46246Large_8e0b.jpg)
For the first time ever, I'm tempted to have kids.
Mothers day was, like, weeeeks ago.
americans ;P
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 20, 2013, 10:10:10 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSjZjGURj34
:eek:
Ohhhh that was SO GOOD!
It reminded me of a project I started a couple of years ago but never finished.
Kotei today. I got 3-4, in an X-2 thingy. :C
NEXT YEAR I'MMA WIN!
http://www.darwinaerospace.com/burritobomber (http://www.darwinaerospace.com/burritobomber)
Quote from: Pixie on April 21, 2013, 01:39:44 AM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 20, 2013, 07:17:22 PM
So I found Mothers' Day gifts already.
http://www.jimmybeanswool.com/knitting/yarn/JimmyBeansWool/FlowerBouquets.asp?showLarge=true&specPCVID=46246
(http://www.jimmybeanswool.com/secure-html/productImages/46246Large_8e0b.jpg)
For the first time ever, I'm tempted to have kids.
Mothers day was, like, weeeeks ago.
americans ;P
In this, as with so much else, we's a little behind.
Quote from: Queef Erisson on April 20, 2013, 07:52:08 PM
Oh goddamnit, mothers have birthdays just like everyone else. I don't get a son's day or an uncle's day or a brother's day. And I sure as hell am not going to expect my kids to get me anything on Father's Day if and when I have them.
Sigh.
I wonder what sort of gift card to get Mom.
Yeah, well I don't get birthday presents from anyone so maybe if I popped out a few kids that would change . . . once they were old enough to graduate high school. :P
I'm kidding. I would not have kids for that reason. Or any reason, really. At all. Ever. I just want the yarn. :P
Apparently, I have moved to a part of Portland that gets multiple police cars with their lights on doing about 40-50 mph through the neighborhood every evening.
I have the room facing the street, which is the largest and has the best natural light but also is the red-and-bluest room between 12pm and 4am. They're going to kill some drunk asshole on a bicycle one night that doesn't realize that tons of cops are legally speeding down this particular road on a regular basis.
Right on cue, when I went to post this, the law went careening by my window. I don't even live downtown or by a highway—this is a main street in a residential neighborhood.
:ninja:
Signing a lease for my new apartment on Monday. Reasonably nice place, has a balcony and 2 covered parking spots, just south of downtown Everett (walking distance to shitty metal bands and minor league hockey!) and about 5 miles from work. Now all I have to do is buy ALL THE FURNITURES.
Oh and it's top floor and the balcony is east-facing so on clear days I have a sweet view of the Cascades.
Quote from: Net on April 21, 2013, 11:37:20 AM
Apparently, I have moved to a part of Portland that gets multiple police cars with their lights on doing about 40-50 mph through the neighborhood every evening.
I have the room facing the street, which is the largest and has the best natural light but also is the red-and-bluest room between 12pm and 4am. They're going to kill some drunk asshole on a bicycle one night that doesn't realize that tons of cops are legally speeding down this particular road on a regular basis.
Right on cue, when I went to post this, the law went careening by my window. I don't even live downtown or by a highway—this is a main street in a residential neighborhood.
:ninja:
I get that at 99% of the places I move to. From Lynn, MA to Seguin, go figure.
I learned to sleep through it, assuming the dog didn't jump on my pillow and bark.
Quote from: stelz on April 21, 2013, 01:44:05 PM
Quote from: Net on April 21, 2013, 11:37:20 AM
Apparently, I have moved to a part of Portland that gets multiple police cars with their lights on doing about 40-50 mph through the neighborhood every evening.
I have the room facing the street, which is the largest and has the best natural light but also is the red-and-bluest room between 12pm and 4am. They're going to kill some drunk asshole on a bicycle one night that doesn't realize that tons of cops are legally speeding down this particular road on a regular basis.
Right on cue, when I went to post this, the law went careening by my window. I don't even live downtown or by a highway—this is a main street in a residential neighborhood.
:ninja:
I get that at 99% of the places I move to. From Lynn, MA to Seguin, go figure.
I learned to sleep through it, assuming the dog didn't jump on my pillow and bark.
You lived in Lynn? I am so sorry that was your point of view of New England.
Quote from: Suu on April 21, 2013, 02:39:36 PM
Quote from: stelz on April 21, 2013, 01:44:05 PM
Quote from: Net on April 21, 2013, 11:37:20 AM
Apparently, I have moved to a part of Portland that gets multiple police cars with their lights on doing about 40-50 mph through the neighborhood every evening.
I have the room facing the street, which is the largest and has the best natural light but also is the red-and-bluest room between 12pm and 4am. They're going to kill some drunk asshole on a bicycle one night that doesn't realize that tons of cops are legally speeding down this particular road on a regular basis.
Right on cue, when I went to post this, the law went careening by my window. I don't even live downtown or by a highway—this is a main street in a residential neighborhood.
:ninja:
I get that at 99% of the places I move to. From Lynn, MA to Seguin, go figure.
I learned to sleep through it, assuming the dog didn't jump on my pillow and bark.
You lived in Lynn? I am so sorry that was your point of view of New England.
That and Salem.
I actually didn't mind Lynn. And I could hop a bus or train and get out any time I felt like it.
Quote from: stelz on April 21, 2013, 03:09:39 PM
Quote from: Suu on April 21, 2013, 02:39:36 PM
Quote from: stelz on April 21, 2013, 01:44:05 PM
Quote from: Net on April 21, 2013, 11:37:20 AM
Apparently, I have moved to a part of Portland that gets multiple police cars with their lights on doing about 40-50 mph through the neighborhood every evening.
I have the room facing the street, which is the largest and has the best natural light but also is the red-and-bluest room between 12pm and 4am. They're going to kill some drunk asshole on a bicycle one night that doesn't realize that tons of cops are legally speeding down this particular road on a regular basis.
Right on cue, when I went to post this, the law went careening by my window. I don't even live downtown or by a highway—this is a main street in a residential neighborhood.
:ninja:
I get that at 99% of the places I move to. From Lynn, MA to Seguin, go figure.
I learned to sleep through it, assuming the dog didn't jump on my pillow and bark.
You lived in Lynn? I am so sorry that was your point of view of New England.
That and Salem.
I actually didn't mind Lynn. And I could hop a bus or train and get out any time I felt like it.
Providence isn't as fluid as Boston or New York in that respect. It takes too long to get somewhere not Providence. Not that anything is far, but the idea of "I'm going to get out for a bit and go into one of the real cities" takes planning in advance and more than $2. And with the MBTA raising fares to TWENTY FUCKING DOLLARS ROUNDTRIP that just means less options for me to go to Boston when I just feel like it. I can still do the beach for $2 though.
Quote from: Suu on April 21, 2013, 03:54:15 PM
Quote from: stelz on April 21, 2013, 03:09:39 PM
Quote from: Suu on April 21, 2013, 02:39:36 PM
Quote from: stelz on April 21, 2013, 01:44:05 PM
Quote from: Net on April 21, 2013, 11:37:20 AM
Apparently, I have moved to a part of Portland that gets multiple police cars with their lights on doing about 40-50 mph through the neighborhood every evening.
I have the room facing the street, which is the largest and has the best natural light but also is the red-and-bluest room between 12pm and 4am. They're going to kill some drunk asshole on a bicycle one night that doesn't realize that tons of cops are legally speeding down this particular road on a regular basis.
Right on cue, when I went to post this, the law went careening by my window. I don't even live downtown or by a highway—this is a main street in a residential neighborhood.
:ninja:
I get that at 99% of the places I move to. From Lynn, MA to Seguin, go figure.
I learned to sleep through it, assuming the dog didn't jump on my pillow and bark.
You lived in Lynn? I am so sorry that was your point of view of New England.
That and Salem.
I actually didn't mind Lynn. And I could hop a bus or train and get out any time I felt like it.
Providence isn't as fluid as Boston or New York in that respect. It takes too long to get somewhere not Providence. Not that anything is far, but the idea of "I'm going to get out for a bit and go into one of the real cities" takes planning in advance and more than $2. And with the MBTA raising fares to TWENTY FUCKING DOLLARS ROUNDTRIP that just means less options for me to go to Boston when I just feel like it. I can still do the beach for $2 though.
It was an all-day affair to go 20 miles and come back, yeah.
You ought to see the shit you have to go through in TX, though. :horrormirth:
No, scratch that. I don't wish it on anybody. Put it this way: fifty miles and back for a 45 minute show, $200, three days.
Quote from: stelz on April 21, 2013, 03:59:33 PM
Quote from: Suu on April 21, 2013, 03:54:15 PM
Quote from: stelz on April 21, 2013, 03:09:39 PM
Quote from: Suu on April 21, 2013, 02:39:36 PM
Quote from: stelz on April 21, 2013, 01:44:05 PM
Quote from: Net on April 21, 2013, 11:37:20 AM
Apparently, I have moved to a part of Portland that gets multiple police cars with their lights on doing about 40-50 mph through the neighborhood every evening.
I have the room facing the street, which is the largest and has the best natural light but also is the red-and-bluest room between 12pm and 4am. They're going to kill some drunk asshole on a bicycle one night that doesn't realize that tons of cops are legally speeding down this particular road on a regular basis.
Right on cue, when I went to post this, the law went careening by my window. I don't even live downtown or by a highway—this is a main street in a residential neighborhood.
:ninja:
I get that at 99% of the places I move to. From Lynn, MA to Seguin, go figure.
I learned to sleep through it, assuming the dog didn't jump on my pillow and bark.
You lived in Lynn? I am so sorry that was your point of view of New England.
That and Salem.
I actually didn't mind Lynn. And I could hop a bus or train and get out any time I felt like it.
Providence isn't as fluid as Boston or New York in that respect. It takes too long to get somewhere not Providence. Not that anything is far, but the idea of "I'm going to get out for a bit and go into one of the real cities" takes planning in advance and more than $2. And with the MBTA raising fares to TWENTY FUCKING DOLLARS ROUNDTRIP that just means less options for me to go to Boston when I just feel like it. I can still do the beach for $2 though.
It was an all-day affair to go 20 miles and come back, yeah.
You ought to see the shit you have to go through in TX, though. :horrormirth:
No, scratch that. I don't wish it on anybody. Put it this way: fifty miles and back for a 45 minute show, $200, three days.
That's like Florida.
Perceptions of distance are very skewed between New England and the normal sized states. I still have no issues daytripping to Manhattan, but some people think I'm absolutely INSANE. It got me yesterday though, we went up to Bellingham, and I forgot it was literally right over the state line, and kept thinking it was far. Like Worcester...which isn't actually far either. Not like...Leominster or Fitchburg far....OH GOD MAKE IT STOP, IT'S FINALLY GOTTEN TO ME.
Quote from: Suu on April 21, 2013, 04:27:16 PM
Quote from: stelz on April 21, 2013, 03:59:33 PM
Quote from: Suu on April 21, 2013, 03:54:15 PM
Quote from: stelz on April 21, 2013, 03:09:39 PM
Quote from: Suu on April 21, 2013, 02:39:36 PM
Quote from: stelz on April 21, 2013, 01:44:05 PM
Quote from: Net on April 21, 2013, 11:37:20 AM
Apparently, I have moved to a part of Portland that gets multiple police cars with their lights on doing about 40-50 mph through the neighborhood every evening.
I have the room facing the street, which is the largest and has the best natural light but also is the red-and-bluest room between 12pm and 4am. They're going to kill some drunk asshole on a bicycle one night that doesn't realize that tons of cops are legally speeding down this particular road on a regular basis.
Right on cue, when I went to post this, the law went careening by my window. I don't even live downtown or by a highway—this is a main street in a residential neighborhood.
:ninja:
I get that at 99% of the places I move to. From Lynn, MA to Seguin, go figure.
I learned to sleep through it, assuming the dog didn't jump on my pillow and bark.
You lived in Lynn? I am so sorry that was your point of view of New England.
That and Salem.
I actually didn't mind Lynn. And I could hop a bus or train and get out any time I felt like it.
Providence isn't as fluid as Boston or New York in that respect. It takes too long to get somewhere not Providence. Not that anything is far, but the idea of "I'm going to get out for a bit and go into one of the real cities" takes planning in advance and more than $2. And with the MBTA raising fares to TWENTY FUCKING DOLLARS ROUNDTRIP that just means less options for me to go to Boston when I just feel like it. I can still do the beach for $2 though.
It was an all-day affair to go 20 miles and come back, yeah.
You ought to see the shit you have to go through in TX, though. :horrormirth:
No, scratch that. I don't wish it on anybody. Put it this way: fifty miles and back for a 45 minute show, $200, three days.
That's like Florida.
Perceptions of distance are very skewed between New England and the normal sized states. I still have no issues daytripping to Manhattan, but some people think I'm absolutely INSANE. It got me yesterday though, we went up to Bellingham, and I forgot it was literally right over the state line, and kept thinking it was far. Like Worcester...which isn't actually far either. Not like...Leominster or Fitchburg far....OH GOD MAKE IT STOP, IT'S FINALLY GOTTEN TO ME.
It's the congestion up there. Population density.
Because people actually WANT to live there.
Quote from: Balls Wellington on April 21, 2013, 12:16:19 PM
Signing a lease for my new apartment on Monday. Reasonably nice place, has a balcony and 2 covered parking spots, just south of downtown Everett (walking distance to shitty metal bands and minor league hockey!) and about 5 miles from work. Now all I have to do is buy ALL THE FURNITURES.
That sounds sweet!
Quote from: Net on April 21, 2013, 11:37:20 AM
Apparently, I have moved to a part of Portland that gets multiple police cars with their lights on doing about 40-50 mph through the neighborhood every evening.
I have the room facing the street, which is the largest and has the best natural light but also is the red-and-bluest room between 12pm and 4am. They're going to kill some drunk asshole on a bicycle one night that doesn't realize that tons of cops are legally speeding down this particular road on a regular basis.
Right on cue, when I went to post this, the law went careening by my window. I don't even live downtown or by a highway—this is a main street in a residential neighborhood.
:ninja:
Where did you move to? You are probably on a designated emergency route. Fremont is one too, but that makes sense because it's a major through street.
I just had to throw a six foot tall Nigerian out of a girl's room for threatening her.
So. Fucking. Had. It. With. This. Job.
This place needs goddamn security officers, not pastoral staff.
Quote from: stelz on April 21, 2013, 05:21:24 PM
It's the congestion up there. Population density.
Because people actually WANT to live there.
With considering how expensive it is to live in the Northeast, sometimes that's beyond me.
Quote from: Cain on April 21, 2013, 07:08:53 PM
I just had to throw a six foot tall Nigerian out of a girl's room for threatening her.
So. Fucking. Had. It. With. This. Job.
This place needs goddamn security officers, not pastoral staff.
Sweet merciful fuck.
Both our students, I should add. I have to live on the same corridor as this cretin. Well, only for a few more months, thank God.
Quote from: Suu on April 21, 2013, 07:24:47 PM
Quote from: stelz on April 21, 2013, 05:21:24 PM
It's the congestion up there. Population density.
Because people actually WANT to live there.
With considering how expensive it is to live in the Northeast, sometimes that's beyond me.
Yeah, but considering higher wages, fuel assistance, etc. I actually had money in my pocket in those days. It's just getting started there that's a bitch.
Quote
Quote from: Cain on April 21, 2013, 07:08:53 PM
I just had to throw a six foot tall Nigerian out of a girl's room for threatening her.
So. Fucking. Had. It. With. This. Job.
This place needs goddamn security officers, not pastoral staff.
Sweet merciful fuck.
CS gas. Srs.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 21, 2013, 05:27:48 PM
Quote from: Net on April 21, 2013, 11:37:20 AM
Apparently, I have moved to a part of Portland that gets multiple police cars with their lights on doing about 40-50 mph through the neighborhood every evening.
I have the room facing the street, which is the largest and has the best natural light but also is the red-and-bluest room between 12pm and 4am. They're going to kill some drunk asshole on a bicycle one night that doesn't realize that tons of cops are legally speeding down this particular road on a regular basis.
Right on cue, when I went to post this, the law went careening by my window. I don't even live downtown or by a highway—this is a main street in a residential neighborhood.
:ninja:
Where did you move to? You are probably on a designated emergency route. Fremont is one too, but that makes sense because it's a major through street.
Killingsworth. The lights at night don't bother me, in and of themselves, it's just the heavy cop presence. During the day they patrol the fuck out of this area in marked and unmarked cars.
I have found that when people get anti-Muslim on the Facebook, and say that Christians never do such terrible things, I tell them about this tiny country I know of called Bosnia.
I'm a good guy.
Such a good guy, that apparently, I'm going to get a free drink at some point.
Long story short, saw guy was fucked up on bench, talked to his girlfriend, and then his brother. Let them know where he was. Pills+booze, from what they tell me.
I don't like being a good guy. I don't want the free drink. I just want to make sure the asshole is ok and gets home.
Some people think that all deeds need to be rewarded, when it fact, the truest of deeds are the ones that seek no reward.
In other news, this week's episode of Doctor Who is one of the weirdest I've ever seen.
Yeah . . . the whole "you're so NOBLE for doing something decent" rubs me the wrong way.
My boyfriend wants a bouquet and a tiara every time he puts the toilet seat down.
My best friend gives strays and stray kids a place to stay and get their shit together and calls it doing what needs doing. "We gotta take care of ourselves and each other because ain't no one else gonna."
It's retarded. I don't need a reward. I found a fucked up dude on a bench in Somerville, not a hard thing to do, I might add, and I just decided to see if he was ok. Like a human being would. We've all been fucked up. It happens. Just make sure fucked up guy gets home safe. No big. Apparently it is in this case, but I had no clue going into it. I just wanted to make sure drunk dude got home.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 22, 2013, 05:19:42 AM
Yeah . . . the whole "you're so NOBLE for doing something decent" rubs me the wrong way.
My boyfriend wants a bouquet and a tiara every time he puts the toilet seat down.
My best friend gives strays and stray kids a place to stay and get their shit together and calls it doing what needs doing. "We gotta take care of ourselves and each other because ain't no one else gonna."
Or the people who do something ONCE and think it should fix the problem FOREVER.
"I just cleaned the kitchen yesterday, what's this goddamn fork doing in the sink?"
(Overheard at a church) "We gave you food just last month. I'm not going to let you make a habit of this."
"The goddamn dog pissed on the floor, I just took that motherfucker out this morning!" (at 11 pm)
etc.
I'm such a good guy.
I'm such a good guy that if you are a panhandler, I will ignore, perhaps even be curt with you.
I'm such a good guy that if I hear you preaching against faggots on the train, I might not stand up for myself, because, I don't know what to do. Even though, you know.
I'm such a good guy that I do what I have to, and only that.
I'm such a good guy that I'm mostly isolated out of work, school, and spending time with my girlfriend.
I'm such a good guy that I still have a hard time caring about myself.
I'm such a good guy that I love all of you, even though I've met very few of you, some of which are $9 away and I still don't visit.
I'm such a good guy, I helped a random guy tonight.
I'm such a good guy, that that apparently makes up for everything, in the eyes of someone.
Twid,
Asshole.
I don't want to be a good guy.
I don't want to be a bad guy.
I just want to be a guy.
Ok, maybe I want to suddenly be a chick so I can play with my own titties for a solid 24. But other than that. Just be a human. Why's it hard? I don't understand the violence at this point. Generally speakaing.
Hey, person who stole my bike.
Thanks.
I love you too.
Yours sincerely,
Lenin
Quote from: Queef Erisson on April 22, 2013, 07:17:32 AM
I don't want to be a good guy.
I don't want to be a bad guy.
I just want to be a guy.
Ok, maybe I want to suddenly be a chick so I can play with my own titties for a solid 24. But other than that. Just be a human. Why's it hard? I don't understand the violence at this point. Generally speakaing.
I want to be a guy too! :P Also, I play with my own titties all the time and it is FABULOUS!
This post is brought to you by extremely excessive amounts of sugar and sleep deprivation. :D :D :D
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on April 22, 2013, 07:48:24 AM
Hey, person who stole my bike.
Thanks.
I love you too.
Yours sincerely,
Lenin
I'm just borrowing it for the forseeable future. It's not theft, it's a long-term loan without consequences for default.
Quote from: Queef Erisson on April 22, 2013, 06:34:29 AM
It's retarded. I don't need a reward. I found a fucked up dude on a bench in Somerville, not a hard thing to do, I might add, and I just decided to see if he was ok. Like a human being would. We've all been fucked up. It happens. Just make sure fucked up guy gets home safe. No big. Apparently it is in this case, but I had no clue going into it. I just wanted to make sure drunk dude got home.
That's what you get for leaving the victims of your altruism a way to contact you.
If you are in a situation where it is impossible to keep your acts of good will private, half-ass it. To use the dishes example: preemptively leave one dirty fork after you are done. That way no one will thank you. (while you still get to follow your instinctive desire to not be a complete shitbag.)
This should fix everyone's day.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?hl=en&gl=US&client=mv-google&v=1lMUDlVPS8I&nomobile=1
Making a list, checking it twice, deciding what to bring to Switzerland and what to give to charity.
Santa Cain is leaving, this town (la la la).
Some things I learned yesterday:
1) If you like folk metal, but are also a total square and want to go to a folk metal concert with your group of equally square friends, some earplugs make the whole experience a lot less draining. The music actually becomes easier to hear, thanks to noise reduction.
2) Being able to sit is a lot better if you're also the kind of square who has a wonky back and can't be jostled around in a mosh pit without seizing up. Sit up and out of the pit, with all the older metal fans.
3) When Heidevolk shows up, you take out the earplugs because they're the act you were saving your energy for and they can fucking kill it on stage.
4) Trollfest likes to live up to their name and every act, including them, gets trolled during the middle of their set.
But really though, I've never seen a rowdy pit just completely stop fucking around and chant in unison before. Heidevolk has some serious stage presence, yo. Also, one of the guys referred to the crowd as New Amsterdam. I lol'd.
Cainad,
Paganfest 2013 at Gramercy Theater in NYC. Didn't even get b& for disrespecting the Elders.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 22, 2013, 05:19:42 AM
My boyfriend wants a bouquet and a tiara every time he puts the toilet seat down.
So give him a bouquet and a tiara. Seriously.
If that doesn't get the point across, nothing will.
Quote from: Cain on April 21, 2013, 07:08:53 PM
I just had to throw a six foot tall Nigerian out of a girl's room for threatening her.
So. Fucking. Had. It. With. This. Job.
This place needs goddamn security officers, not pastoral staff.
How many people on staff?
Thing is, you're doing it right. Instill discipline from day 1, and ride it HARD.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 22, 2013, 04:05:38 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 21, 2013, 07:08:53 PM
I just had to throw a six foot tall Nigerian out of a girl's room for threatening her.
So. Fucking. Had. It. With. This. Job.
This place needs goddamn security officers, not pastoral staff.
How many people on staff?
Thing is, you're doing it right. Instill discipline from day 1, and ride it HARD.
Maximum of two people any one shift, with two permament members (myself on nights, my co-worker on days) and a rotating staff from the college office. At that particular moment in time, it was only me.
In theory the building is also meant to be staffed 24/7 and I could call upon them for backup, but in practice there are only people here on office hours and weekend mornings, and the security company we use is so overburdened it cannot even send out people for lockout issues.
Yeah, doing it right for sure, but it's hard to overcome 16+ years of near-negligent levels of indulgence + cultural dispositions to treating women as property.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 22, 2013, 04:04:11 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 22, 2013, 05:19:42 AM
My boyfriend wants a bouquet and a tiara every time he puts the toilet seat down.
So give him a bouquet and a tiara. Seriously.
If that doesn't get the point across, nothing will.
I need to try this when my bf actually does dishes.
Quote from: Cain on April 21, 2013, 07:08:53 PM
I just had to throw a six foot tall Nigerian out of a girl's room for threatening her.
So. Fucking. Had. It. With. This. Job.
This place needs goddamn security officers, not pastoral staff.
When are you outta there?
Quote from: Net on April 22, 2013, 02:18:06 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 21, 2013, 05:27:48 PM
Quote from: Net on April 21, 2013, 11:37:20 AM
Apparently, I have moved to a part of Portland that gets multiple police cars with their lights on doing about 40-50 mph through the neighborhood every evening.
I have the room facing the street, which is the largest and has the best natural light but also is the red-and-bluest room between 12pm and 4am. They're going to kill some drunk asshole on a bicycle one night that doesn't realize that tons of cops are legally speeding down this particular road on a regular basis.
Right on cue, when I went to post this, the law went careening by my window. I don't even live downtown or by a highway—this is a main street in a residential neighborhood.
:ninja:
Where did you move to? You are probably on a designated emergency route. Fremont is one too, but that makes sense because it's a major through street.
Killingsworth. The lights at night don't bother me, in and of themselves, it's just the heavy cop presence. During the day they patrol the fuck out of this area in marked and unmarked cars.
Oh, yeah. Totally! They're all over on Killingsworth. What cross street?
Quote from: Suu on April 22, 2013, 03:08:18 AM
I have found that when people get anti-Muslim on the Facebook, and say that Christians never do such terrible things, I tell them about this tiny country I know of called Bosnia.
I love when anyone says "such-and-such group of people never do such terrible things".
My favorite are atheists, though. I am developing a nice round loathing of hardcore atheists.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 22, 2013, 05:19:42 AM
Yeah . . . the whole "you're so NOBLE for doing something decent" rubs me the wrong way.
My boyfriend wants a bouquet and a tiara every time he puts the toilet seat down.
My best friend gives strays and stray kids a place to stay and get their shit together and calls it doing what needs doing. "We gotta take care of ourselves and each other because ain't no one else gonna."
Seriously, I hate that "you must be an awesome person" shit. Really? It takes an awesome superhuman saint to do something that's obvious and decent? Fuck the world.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 22, 2013, 04:47:59 PM
Quote from: Suu on April 22, 2013, 03:08:18 AM
I have found that when people get anti-Muslim on the Facebook, and say that Christians never do such terrible things, I tell them about this tiny country I know of called Bosnia.
I love when anyone says "such-and-such group of people never do such terrible things".
My favorite are atheists, though. I am developing a nice round loathing of hardcore atheists.
One of my Facebook friends is an Atheist, but he's not a douche about it. In fact, he calls out the ones that ARE douches. Apparently he is in a few groups, and noticed that quite a few were "celebrating" and almost laughing about the bombings going, "Oh, where is your god now, losers!" Atheist extremists are WTF.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 22, 2013, 04:47:59 PM
My favorite are atheists, though. I am developing a nice round loathing of hardcore atheists.
The so-called neo-atheists are a horrible bunch, and Dawkins is their god.
I just don't like evangelicizing, doesn't matter who's doing it. The shitty atheists are always the ones who do that.
Just finished writing Bearman his promised hate letter, for winning the "which FB page to troll" contest.
Quote from: Cain on April 22, 2013, 04:34:00 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 22, 2013, 04:05:38 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 21, 2013, 07:08:53 PM
I just had to throw a six foot tall Nigerian out of a girl's room for threatening her.
So. Fucking. Had. It. With. This. Job.
This place needs goddamn security officers, not pastoral staff.
How many people on staff?
Thing is, you're doing it right. Instill discipline from day 1, and ride it HARD.
Maximum of two people any one shift, with two permament members (myself on nights, my co-worker on days) and a rotating staff from the college office. At that particular moment in time, it was only me.
In theory the building is also meant to be staffed 24/7 and I could call upon them for backup, but in practice there are only people here on office hours and weekend mornings, and the security company we use is so overburdened it cannot even send out people for lockout issues.
Yeah, doing it right for sure, but it's hard to overcome 16+ years of near-negligent levels of indulgence + cultural dispositions to treating women as property.
I've found through bitter experience that any workplace which has "Backup" or "Just in case of Emergency" numbers are beyond worthless. These things are only suitable if the emergency can be dealt with by holding for an excessive ammount of time to find that it will take quite some time to attend. Help may be offered over the phone. Ignore this advice or suffer the consequences. This is advice from a person who has already failed to grasp the severity of the situation.
I do, however, recommend purchase of a crowbar. It just seems like good sense. And they are versatile! Today I hit , pryed,
AND beat things. I also poked things.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 22, 2013, 04:41:40 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 21, 2013, 07:08:53 PM
I just had to throw a six foot tall Nigerian out of a girl's room for threatening her.
So. Fucking. Had. It. With. This. Job.
This place needs goddamn security officers, not pastoral staff.
When are you outta there?
Term ends 29th of June. I should be leaving permamently towards the end of the holidays, in the final week of August.
Quote from: Cain on April 22, 2013, 09:35:29 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 22, 2013, 04:41:40 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 21, 2013, 07:08:53 PM
I just had to throw a six foot tall Nigerian out of a girl's room for threatening her.
So. Fucking. Had. It. With. This. Job.
This place needs goddamn security officers, not pastoral staff.
When are you outta there?
Term ends 29th of June. I should be leaving permamently towards the end of the holidays, in the final week of August.
Oh, this is the OLD job.
My bad.
Alas, I must fulfill my contract before moving on.
Said student, incidentally, is also being fined for smoking in his room (£400) and broke a window, which, well, we have to wait until someone makes an estimate, but £1000+ is not out of the question.
All of this should be going in an email to his parents tonight or tomorrow.
A grand on a half for a hissy fit should be an expensive lesson to learn. Would I be right in guessing parental wrath will be notable by absence?
Probably too late in the year, unfortunately. Also, by the terms of the contract he signed, we get to keep all the money. So unless he gets expelled, which is unlikely (though he needs to be), he'll be here until the end of June.
I'm gonna be in a training for most of the day, so you probably won't be hearing from me today.
Don't burn the place down, ok?
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 23, 2013, 01:37:11 PM
I'm gonna be in a training for most of the day, so you probably won't be hearing from me today.
Don't burn the place down, ok?
Likewise, I am going to be directly supervising shit. I expect to do some LOBB at some point, but I don't really know when, or how much.
/me burns down all the things
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 23, 2013, 02:39:45 PM
/me burns down all the things
QGP, couldn't you at least wait til we left the room? :rogpipe:
(http://i.imgur.com/2VnM9CE.png)
And my sister just called me fat, accidentally, I think.
She called me to tell me that this woman was turned away from the tanning salon for being overweight. And my mom went, "She's not that big, she's the same size as your sister."
So, I get a phone call, asking for my weight, I respond, and my sister goes, "Oh, we thought you were actually at about 200lbs."
This comes after some idiot lost an argument with me on FB last night and resorted to calling me "obese" based on my profile pic. I brushed that off, but I don't need to have my weight chastised by my anorexic size 0 sister and size 4 Mom, who refers to herself as "fat" at size 4.
I've never been a size 4 in my life. Ever. They can kiss my fucking ass.
...brb, throwing up breakfast.
Suu, you're beautiful.
Suu, let's burn them all down together.
BURN ALL THE ASSHOLES
Quote from: Suu on April 23, 2013, 03:19:48 PM
BURN ALL THE ASSHOLES
Mine's already done.
TGRR,
Indian food for dinner last night.
Vindaloo? I hope you're in meetings today. :evil:
Quote from: Waffles, Viking Princess of Northern Belgium on April 22, 2013, 08:13:59 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 22, 2013, 04:47:59 PM
My favorite are atheists, though. I am developing a nice round loathing of hardcore atheists.
The so-called neo-atheists are a horrible bunch, and Dawkins is their god.
They almost make me wish there WAS a Hell, so they could rot in it.
Quote from: Suu on April 23, 2013, 02:56:39 PM
And my sister just called me fat, accidentally, I think.
She called me to tell me that this woman was turned away from the tanning salon for being overweight. And my mom went, "She's not that big, she's the same size as your sister."
So, I get a phone call, asking for my weight, I respond, and my sister goes, "Oh, we thought you were actually at about 200lbs."
This comes after some idiot lost an argument with me on FB last night and resorted to calling me "obese" based on my profile pic. I brushed that off, but I don't need to have my weight chastised by my anorexic size 0 sister and size 4 Mom, who refers to herself as "fat" at size 4.
I've never been a size 4 in my life. Ever. They can kiss my fucking ass.
...brb, throwing up breakfast.
Why did your sister even feel teh need to relay that conversation to you? What a bitch.
I should be walking to class right now.
Ugh.
I think I have a midterm today. I also have to meet my ex to talk about what he's doing with his life, which will almost assuredly be some kind of bullshit.
I have so fucking much homework.
I was dead serious in the voting thread, as far as taking the second half of the joke to the grave.
Or I may have my executor send it to Nigel and ECH after my death, if they promise not to tell it to any other surviving PDers.
TGRR,
Doesn't wait 3 months to tell a punchline. :lulz:
Quote from: Suu on April 23, 2013, 02:56:39 PM
And my sister just called me fat, accidentally, I think.
She called me to tell me that this woman was turned away from the tanning salon for being overweight. And my mom went, "She's not that big, she's the same size as your sister."
So, I get a phone call, asking for my weight, I respond, and my sister goes, "Oh, we thought you were actually at about 200lbs."
This comes after some idiot lost an argument with me on FB last night and resorted to calling me "obese" based on my profile pic. I brushed that off, but I don't need to have my weight chastised by my anorexic size 0 sister and size 4 Mom, who refers to herself as "fat" at size 4.
I've never been a size 4 in my life. Ever. They can kiss my fucking ass.
...brb, throwing up breakfast.
People who refer to themselves as "fat" at size 4, unless they're three feet tall, are probably dysmorphic. Now they want you to be dysmorphic, too. Fuck that noise.
Uh, I was just about to post about my "spring" funk and how I have just felt lethargic and unmotivated, and then I thought, "Why, I'll just SHUT UP and GO OUTSIDE. That'll lick these stupid stagnant chemicals right quick."
Aaaand it's snowing. Fuck you, Magic Dinosaur Jesus.
Quote from: Alty on April 23, 2013, 05:10:12 PM
Uh, I was just about to post about my "spring" funk and how I have just felt lethargic and unmotivated, and then I thought, "Why, I'll just SHUT UP and GO OUTSIDE. That'll lick these stupid stagnant chemicals right quick."
Aaaand it's snowing. Fuck you, Magic Dinosaur Jesus.
90F, here.
Subject of Alty's Rage today?
Hootie, AKA Darius Rucker, for...thisss.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gX1EP6mG-E
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvKyBcCDOB4
Is that autotune I hear ever so softly, or do I just hear that along with all of the other hamfistedly mixed HORRIBLE NOISES? I can't tell.
Anyway, it makes me want to puke, mostly because I don't fucking buy it. I always wonder about that when I sing, does it sound like I mean it, like it's true, or does it sound like I'm just another shmuck bawling out sad songs? There should be some quintessential force that exudes from the body that relates a connection of some kind with those words. This does not exist in the second video. It's gone. Which just triggers this instant rage because I love that song.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 23, 2013, 05:11:33 PM
Quote from: Alty on April 23, 2013, 05:10:12 PM
Uh, I was just about to post about my "spring" funk and how I have just felt lethargic and unmotivated, and then I thought, "Why, I'll just SHUT UP and GO OUTSIDE. That'll lick these stupid stagnant chemicals right quick."
Aaaand it's snowing. Fuck you, Magic Dinosaur Jesus.
90F, here.
HAHAHAHAHAHA. What will it be on Halloween?
I mean, don't get me wrong. Every hippie with a guitar bangs out that song, probably horribly. It's almost a cliche. I'm not saying people can't or should not sing songs. Covers are cool. That one is just terrible and I have The Crank.
Fine, I will contain my outrage.
I'm stating right inside this shitty apartment today. The snow is not okay for my brain.
Next week, or so, I'll be moving out of this god damned file cabinet, that I only moved into so that...uh, I forget her PD nickname...whoseit...the one that I didn't marry...my ex-gf could have a big dog. It's under 700 square feet and will cost the same as the 1300sf house I'm moving into.
The landlords are my closest friends in town, which is also badass. It's also in what Anchorage laughably calls its ghetto, which is also badass because i hate living around all these god damned white devils.
Got called into work early. But before I go,
I had a dream that I was on an expedition deep in the jungle somewhere looking for the "Shroud of Nigel". Our native guide was a white guy wearing an Indian headdress and Doc Martens going on about being descended from the Mayans and Aztecs. He smoked cigars and wore Axe.
As the expedition progressed the sky when from white to pale blue to darker blue to purple, then black. And the stars sort of wobbled in the sky, as if shaking their heads at our folly. We seemed to be going downhill the whole time, but slowly enough not to really notice.
At one point I climbed a tree and looked ahead. We were being lead down into a deep crevice with a pyramid in the center that was huge but since it sat so deep in the valley, it probably hadn't ever been discovered before. Oh and the top of it was on fire.
Wising up, I climbed down and faked my own death. I pretended I'd been shot in the chest with an arrow and started foaming at the mouth. My expedition buddies (who were all painted up like ICP) cried and wailed, but I told them not to bury me, let me be eaten by the critters, it was only fitting - and to continue on because it's what Curly would have wanted.
Once they were gone, I found a good camping spot in a cave next to a stream and listened to the screaming echo out of the crevice.
Climbed a tree the next day and saw a bunch of people wearing Roger masks, playing poker on top of the pyramid.
Then I woke up and fell out of bed.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 23, 2013, 09:14:44 PM
Got called into work early. But before I go,
I had a dream that I was on an expedition deep in the jungle somewhere looking for the "Shroud of Nigel". Our native guide was a white guy wearing an Indian headdress and Doc Martens going on about being descended from the Mayans and Aztecs. He smoked cigars and wore Axe.
As the expedition progressed the sky when from white to pale blue to darker blue to purple, then black. And the stars sort of wobbled in the sky, as if shaking their heads at our folly. We seemed to be going downhill the whole time, but slowly enough not to really notice.
At one point I climbed a tree and looked ahead. We were being lead down into a deep crevice with a pyramid in the center that was huge but since it sat so deep in the valley, it probably hadn't ever been discovered before. Oh and the top of it was on fire.
Wising up, I climbed down and faked my own death. I pretended I'd been shot in the chest with an arrow and started foaming at the mouth. My expedition buddies (who were all painted up like ICP) cried and wailed, but I told them not to bury me, let me be eaten by the critters, it was only fitting - and to continue on because it's what Curly would have wanted.
Once they were gone, I found a good camping spot in a cave next to a stream and listened to the screaming echo out of the crevice.
Climbed a tree the next day and saw a bunch of people wearing Roger masks, playing poker on top of the pyramid.
Then I woke up and fell out of bed.
Sounds like an authentic Chef visitation.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 23, 2013, 09:14:44 PM
Got called into work early. But before I go,
I had a dream that I was on an expedition deep in the jungle somewhere looking for the "Shroud of Nigel". Our native guide was a white guy wearing an Indian headdress and Doc Martens going on about being descended from the Mayans and Aztecs. He smoked cigars and wore Axe.
As the expedition progressed the sky when from white to pale blue to darker blue to purple, then black. And the stars sort of wobbled in the sky, as if shaking their heads at our folly. We seemed to be going downhill the whole time, but slowly enough not to really notice.
At one point I climbed a tree and looked ahead. We were being lead down into a deep crevice with a pyramid in the center that was huge but since it sat so deep in the valley, it probably hadn't ever been discovered before. Oh and the top of it was on fire.
Wising up, I climbed down and faked my own death. I pretended I'd been shot in the chest with an arrow and started foaming at the mouth. My expedition buddies (who were all painted up like ICP) cried and wailed, but I told them not to bury me, let me be eaten by the critters, it was only fitting - and to continue on because it's what Curly would have wanted.
Once they were gone, I found a good camping spot in a cave next to a stream and listened to the screaming echo out of the crevice.
Climbed a tree the next day and saw a bunch of people wearing Roger masks, playing poker on top of the pyramid.
Then I woke up and fell out of bed.
That sounds like pretty much the best dream ever.
Quote from: Alty on April 23, 2013, 05:19:53 PM
Subject of Alty's Rage today?
Hootie, AKA Darius Rucker, for...thisss.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gX1EP6mG-E
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvKyBcCDOB4
Is that autotune I hear ever so softly, or do I just hear that along with all of the other hamfistedly mixed HORRIBLE NOISES? I can't tell.
Anyway, it makes me want to puke, mostly because I don't fucking buy it. I always wonder about that when I sing, does it sound like I mean it, like it's true, or does it sound like I'm just another shmuck bawling out sad songs? There should be some quintessential force that exudes from the body that relates a connection of some kind with those words. This does not exist in the second video. It's gone. Which just triggers this instant rage because I love that song.
Try these kids to cleanse your rage gland. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCongMgTQPU Shitty sound quality, but they play it like they mean it.
This is their studio version: http://www.reverbnation.com/jawboneflats/song/8436872-wagon-wheel
So the Crazy lady...my suspicions have been confirmed: She's a retired professor from RIC.
Now, you all will go, "Well, there you go, you should respect her for interrupting the class." Well my answer to that is NO.
First of all, I know it is very common for grad students and adult professionals to audit classes to keep their skills sharp, and that's totally cool by me, but ...she's a professor. She has a PhD hanging up SOMEWHERE. Why isn't SHE keeping her mouth shut and letting OUR professor do his damn job?! Why doesn't she know anything about her field of study? I mean, no boats in the Middle Ages? Blatant anti-Islam sentiments and incorrect information about ALL THE THINGS?!
I would suspect troll if she at least had some kind of wits about her and tried to provoke decent arguments, but she doesn't.
I would suspect Alzheimer's and almost feel bad for her, but I don't, because she's still too with it. She's written her papers and taken the tests as a student, not an audit. I am beyond flabbergasted right now. I learned nothing in this fucking class, and it was because some bitch who's already done this coursework 100 years ago hijacked it. I am soooo emailing both the Department Chair and the Dean when I get home. This is beyond unacceptable behavior for a professional.
If she wants to teach, she can freaking apply for the job. F* her.
-Ang
PISSED.
Quote from: Suu on April 24, 2013, 12:03:04 AM
So the Crazy lady...my suspicions have been confirmed: She's a retired professor from RIC.
Now, you all will go, "Well, there you go, you should respect her for interrupting the class." Well my answer to that is NO.
First of all, I know it is very common for grad students and adult professionals to audit classes to keep their skills sharp, and that's totally cool by me, but ...she's a professor. She has a PhD hanging up SOMEWHERE. Why isn't SHE keeping her mouth shut and letting OUR professor do his damn job?! Why doesn't she know anything about her field of study? I mean, no boats in the Middle Ages? Blatant anti-Islam sentiments and incorrect information about ALL THE THINGS?!
I would suspect troll if she at least had some kind of wits about her and tried to provoke decent arguments, but she doesn't.
I would suspect Alzheimer's and almost feel bad for her, but I don't, because she's still too with it. She's written her papers and taken the tests as a student, not an audit. I am beyond flabbergasted right now. I learned nothing in this fucking class, and it was because some bitch who's already done this coursework 100 years ago hijacked it. I am soooo emailing both the Department Chair and the Dean when I get home. This is beyond unacceptable behavior for a professional.
If she wants to teach, she can freaking apply for the job. F* her.
-Ang
PISSED.
Well, no. I was going to imply that she should know better and you might want to buy her a ball-gag for whatever holiday is next. E-mail everyone. E-mail them twice. And make sure she isn't fucking up any of your classes next semester. Also, I would tell HER what a fucking trainwreck she is and how she ruined the class. But I'm really, really good at opening my mouth and saying mean things and in the real world that might be counter-productive.
Sorry your class was borked.
Just had my boss try and dress me down. It failed miserably.
Details, plz.
Quote from: Cain on April 24, 2013, 06:44:47 PM
Just had my boss try and dress me down. It failed miserably.
Did you eat his face?
My boss is female. Her plea was essentially "staph it cain, staph shouting at students". Also some vague accusation that I was "giving up" on disciplining students, because I was leaving the job. No, she did not notice the contradiction there.
I let her have it. Both barrels.
Quote from: Cain on April 24, 2013, 07:00:40 PM
My boss is female. Her plea was essentially "staph it cain, staph shouting at students". Also some vague accusation that I was "giving up" on disciplining students, because I was leaving the job. No, she did not notice the contradiction there.
I let her have it. Both barrels.
I have been searching through a lot of tentacle pictures over the last couple days for campaign materials. I LITERALLY CANNOT read that in a non-sexual way right now.
I wouldn't say no in other circumstances, but she's got all the aggressiveness of a wet piece of tissue. I imagine it would be like having sex with a mildly annoying coma patient.
Quote from: Cain on April 24, 2013, 07:00:40 PM
My boss is female. Her plea was essentially "staph it cain, staph shouting at students". Also some vague accusation that I was "giving up" on disciplining students, because I was leaving the job. No, she did not notice the contradiction there.
I let her have it. Both barrels.
What the hell? Why does she want you to stop yelling at the students? What made her get in your face in the first place? Did some rich kid complain to their daddy who in turn ripped her a new one?
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 24, 2013, 07:08:00 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 24, 2013, 07:00:40 PM
My boss is female. Her plea was essentially "staph it cain, staph shouting at students". Also some vague accusation that I was "giving up" on disciplining students, because I was leaving the job. No, she did not notice the contradiction there.
I let her have it. Both barrels.
What the hell? Why does she want you to stop yelling at the students? What made her get in your face in the first place? Did some rich kid complain to their daddy who in turn ripped her a new one?
Probably. Beyond that, she does not have the aptitude or attitude for confrontation. At all. If challenged, she will back down, then try and chip away at what you were saying. She seems to think this is a better way to act with students.
Whereas I take the attitude that since the school system here doesn't escalate fast enough in regards to punishing bad behaviour, a bit of shouting may be in order. Also in the Real Worlds, people are gonna tell them to do shit they don't like and shout at them, and if they can't suck it up when I'm doing it, then just wait until they meet middle management.
Quote from: Cain on April 24, 2013, 07:12:47 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 24, 2013, 07:08:00 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 24, 2013, 07:00:40 PM
My boss is female. Her plea was essentially "staph it cain, staph shouting at students". Also some vague accusation that I was "giving up" on disciplining students, because I was leaving the job. No, she did not notice the contradiction there.
I let her have it. Both barrels.
What the hell? Why does she want you to stop yelling at the students? What made her get in your face in the first place? Did some rich kid complain to their daddy who in turn ripped her a new one?
Probably. Beyond that, she does not have the aptitude or attitude for confrontation. At all. If challenged, she will back down, then try and chip away at what you were saying. She seems to think this is a better way to act with students.
Whereas I take the attitude that since the school system here doesn't escalate fast enough in regards to punishing bad behaviour, a bit of shouting may be in order. Also in the Real Worlds, people are gonna tell them to do shit they don't like and shout at them, and if they can't suck it up when I'm doing it, then just wait until they meet middle management.
Did she accept the fact she's in the wrong? Or did she just whine some more? I'm sorry your boss is an idiot.
Whined some more, essentially, in her usual passive-aggressive manner.
Well, she's only my boss for the next 9 weeks.
Quote from: Cain on April 24, 2013, 07:16:23 PM
Whined some more, essentially, in her usual passive-aggressive manner.
Well, she's only my boss for the next 9 weeks.
Congrats on not walking out and leaving her to handle the whole thing herself. What would she have done with the Nigerian threatening another student? Ask him why he hates kittens? Sheesh.
He's now on a "final warning". Which I thought he already was on, but eh. Apparently my saying that, if necessary, I would testify in a court of law that he threatened the other student is not good enough for kicking him out.
Meanwhile, two students complaining that I shouted at them, one time each, is a heinous offence. I'm sure you can see the important difference in seriousness here.
Quote from: Cain on April 24, 2013, 07:20:41 PM
He's now on a "final warning". Which I thought he already was on, but eh. Apparently my saying that, if necessary, I would testify in a court of law that he threatened the other student is not good enough for kicking him out.
Meanwhile, two students complaining that I shouted at them, one time each, is a heinous offence. I'm sure you can see the important difference in seriousness here.
Indeed. It's all so clear to me now. Is it too early to start drinking?
Cain, your people suck. That's such a bummer.
Something about heat. And light.
I'm going to die in this cold and dark room now.
I remember now. Has anyone else seen those new Navy commercials?
"America's Navy: A global force for good."
THE LEVELS. :horrormirth:
Quote from: Cain on April 24, 2013, 07:20:41 PM
He's now on a "final warning". Which I thought he already was on, but eh. Apparently my saying that, if necessary, I would testify in a court of law that he threatened the other student is not good enough for kicking him out.
Meanwhile, two students complaining that I shouted at them, one time each, is a heinous offence. I'm sure you can see the important difference in seriousness here.
That school sounds like a fucking Anne Brontë novel.
Could someone direct me to the thread for complaining about vaginas not having an "off" switch?
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 24, 2013, 10:47:12 PM
Could someone direct me to the thread for complaining about vaginas not having an "off" switch?
In what cap...how do you mea....uh...
:um:
I think this is the right thread.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 24, 2013, 10:47:12 PM
Could someone direct me to the thread for complaining about vaginas not having an "off" switch?
I think these folks finally figured out how to blow off that kind of steam.
http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php/topic,34500.0.html
Quote from: Alty on April 24, 2013, 11:07:58 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 24, 2013, 10:47:12 PM
Could someone direct me to the thread for complaining about vaginas not having an "off" switch?
In what cap...how do you mea....uh...
:um:
I think this is the right thread.
Oh, well...
That thing that I said.
It's lame.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 24, 2013, 11:30:45 PM
Quote from: Alty on April 24, 2013, 11:07:58 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 24, 2013, 10:47:12 PM
Could someone direct me to the thread for complaining about vaginas not having an "off" switch?
In what cap...how do you mea....uh...
:um:
I think this is the right thread.
Oh, well...
That thing that I said.
It's lame.
Pffff. Its all good, my Brand Spankin New Wife is the same way. Actually most of the women I've known, in the Biblical sense, have been that way. I don't have that much damnded energy.
Which is funny as our culture so frequently makes as though sex is something you have to take from a woman. And yet, plenty of women have men in their lives that can't keep up.
I could not do a monogamous marriage for this reason, as well as others. Not because I have a constant need for booty, but because SHE WILL CLAW MY FACE OFF WITH LOVE if she gets all pent up.
Quote from: Alty on April 25, 2013, 12:35:38 AM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 24, 2013, 11:30:45 PM
Quote from: Alty on April 24, 2013, 11:07:58 PM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 24, 2013, 10:47:12 PM
Could someone direct me to the thread for complaining about vaginas not having an "off" switch?
In what cap...how do you mea....uh...
:um:
I think this is the right thread.
Oh, well...
That thing that I said.
It's lame.
Pffff. Its all good, my Brand Spankin New Wife is the same way. Actually most of the women I've known, in the Biblical sense, have been that way. I don't have that much damnded energy.
Which is funny as our culture so frequently makes as though sex is something you have to take from a woman. And yet, plenty of women have men in their lives that can't keep up.
I could not do a monogamous marriage for this reason, as well as others. Not because I have a constant need for booty, but because SHE WILL CLAW MY FACE OFF WITH LOVE if she gets all pent up.
Non-monogamy as a self-defense mechanism, I like it :)
My sister is out of Tucson!
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on April 25, 2013, 01:52:22 AM
My sister is out of Tucson!
WHAT
How is that possible? NOBODY ESCAPES!
Well, she starts her new job tomorrow, let's see how it goes.
Where has Roger got off to today? :?
I'm supposed to be peer-reviewing a couple of classmates' abysmal semi-literate abortions of essays, but instead I'm fucking off and wasting time that I will surely regret later.
You know what? Being smart is hard. Sometimes I wish that I was happy and dumb.
http://www.pewresearch.org/quiz/science-knowledge/ (http://www.pewresearch.org/quiz/science-knowledge/)
Make yourself feel smarter, or just superior to the rest of the population.
Massive power failure in Tucson today. No comp until now. Back to work.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 25, 2013, 02:10:06 AM
Massive power failure in Tucson today. No comp until now. Back to work.
Whaaaaa
Why? How?
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on April 25, 2013, 02:07:21 AM
http://www.pewresearch.org/quiz/science-knowledge/ (http://www.pewresearch.org/quiz/science-knowledge/)
Make yourself feel smarter, or just superior to the rest of the population.
Now I'm just depressed.
Although I did notice that most of the respondents got 7 or more questions right. That's something.
Here's the thing.
Although at times being smarter than most of the other monkeys is gratifying in an egocentric sense, most of the time IT'S JUST DEPRESSING.
Listen. I am a girl who thinks lard is funny and laughs at farts. A paper bag can entertain me for hours. I am A FUCKING RETARD 99.9% of the time.
BEING SMARTER THAN MOST OF THE OTHER MONKEYS IS NOT CONSOLING. It's TERRIFYING.
Help, the world is scary. I need a Neil Tyson Degrasse. :cry:
Crap. I ran out of Internet and now I have to get back to homework. Which means getting back to seriously critiquing an essay whose author saw no need for consistency in plurals or tenses.
Some of the sentences don't actually even make any sense. Here's a sentence from it: "When working within the system and planting crops that work together, what is termed as pests, will no longer create the perceived problems, but, instead will do their job."
Another priceless gem: "In addition, these companies are becoming so greedy that they even resent the bees and butterflies, which pollinate the crops, insisting that everything, including the pollen is theirs, even going to the extent of weeds are stealing the sun; they refer to the process as theft."
I don't actually even know where to start with the review, because it's such a complete clusterfuck of fuckery. Actually that's not true, I'm halfway through the review but I feel like quietly laying my head down and weeping.
I would like to note that this is the THIRD class in the English Composition series and 121 is required for everyone, so everyone who is taking it has PASSED at least one other class.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 25, 2013, 02:10:06 AM
Massive power failure in Tucson today. No comp until now. Back to work.
Well, that explains how someone escaped...
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on April 25, 2013, 02:07:21 AM
http://www.pewresearch.org/quiz/science-knowledge/ (http://www.pewresearch.org/quiz/science-knowledge/)
Make yourself feel smarter, or just superior to the rest of the population.
I got one wrong :sad:
To be fair though, it is nearly 4am here. Interesting to see most people don't know what the atmosphere is made of.
Quote from: Cain on April 25, 2013, 03:39:33 AM
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on April 25, 2013, 02:07:21 AM
http://www.pewresearch.org/quiz/science-knowledge/ (http://www.pewresearch.org/quiz/science-knowledge/)
Make yourself feel smarter, or just superior to the rest of the population.
I got one wrong :sad:
To be fair though, it is nearly 4am here. Interesting to see most people don't know what the atmosphere is made of.
If you miss one, does it tell you what proportion of people also missed it? Or was there a general analysis page that I missed the link to?
FYI the ONLY reason I knew that one is because we just covered it in chemistry. I knew that air was mostly nitrogen and oxygen but I had no idea what proportions.
I aced it!
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 25, 2013, 04:36:42 AM
Quote from: Cain on April 25, 2013, 03:39:33 AM
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on April 25, 2013, 02:07:21 AM
http://www.pewresearch.org/quiz/science-knowledge/ (http://www.pewresearch.org/quiz/science-knowledge/)
Make yourself feel smarter, or just superior to the rest of the population.
I got one wrong :sad:
To be fair though, it is nearly 4am here. Interesting to see most people don't know what the atmosphere is made of.
If you miss one, does it tell you what proportion of people also missed it? Or was there a general analysis page that I missed the link to?
Both - the the page with your percentile ranking at the end also breaks down everything by age/gender/education, and there's an article that goes over the questions/patterns they judged interesting. http://www.people-press.org/2013/04/22/publics-knowledge-of-science-and-technology/
Quote from: Golden Applesauce on April 25, 2013, 04:48:59 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 25, 2013, 04:36:42 AM
Quote from: Cain on April 25, 2013, 03:39:33 AM
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on April 25, 2013, 02:07:21 AM
http://www.pewresearch.org/quiz/science-knowledge/ (http://www.pewresearch.org/quiz/science-knowledge/)
Make yourself feel smarter, or just superior to the rest of the population.
I got one wrong :sad:
To be fair though, it is nearly 4am here. Interesting to see most people don't know what the atmosphere is made of.
If you miss one, does it tell you what proportion of people also missed it? Or was there a general analysis page that I missed the link to?
Both - the the page with your percentile ranking at the end also breaks down everything by age/gender/education, and there's an article that goes over the questions/patterns they judged interesting. http://www.people-press.org/2013/04/22/publics-knowledge-of-science-and-technology/
Wow, how did I completely miss that?
Oh, that's right... it's because I'm A RETARD 99.9% OF THE TIME. :lol:
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 25, 2013, 04:43:38 AM
I aced it!
Me too. And I just got off work. HAH! What brains I have left are still better than what 93% have. :P
Sorry, I feel better now.
Aced it. I think the only one of those questions I didn't know the answer to by the end of high school was the one about fracking, because I hadn't heard of it yet. I think I knew most of those answers by the end of 8th grade.
But elementary knowledge of science-related subjects is something I have an absurd capacity for. The facts I can instantly recall aren't particularly obscure, difficult, or even useful. It's just that if a grade-school science teacher said it, even just once in passing, I probably have it memorized. I also spent a ridiculous amount of time self-educating in whatever subject I happened to be obsessed with at the time.
Conversely, I'm utter shit at learning math because memorizing formulas doesn't get you very far. :sad:
Been living in a cabin in the woods for four days now, biking (or walking/taking the bus) to school from there.
Some observations:
Norwegian radio spends A LOT of time discussing its own role.
Came up with a sort of manual shower, i.e. going outside and pouring hot water all over yourself.
Not having a functioning cell phone feels strangely liberating.
Being a hermit is turning me rather crazy.
Dude, Lenin, did you pull your sig from a Terry Pratchett book? So awesome.
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on April 25, 2013, 07:35:24 AM
Dude, Lenin, did you pull your sig from a Terry Pratchett book? So awesome.
No this is from the other Vimes.
Quote from: Freeky Queen of DERP on April 25, 2013, 07:35:24 AM
Dude, Lenin, did you pull your sig from a Terry Pratchett book? So awesome.
Well, pulled it from a friend who pulled it from a Terry Pratchett book.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 25, 2013, 04:38:58 AM
FYI the ONLY reason I knew that one is because we just covered it in chemistry. I knew that air was mostly nitrogen and oxygen but I had no idea what proportions.
That's the only one I missed, too. I had a gut feeling I was giving the wrong answer, but I couldn't access that part of my brain that would lend support.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 25, 2013, 04:38:58 AM
FYI the ONLY reason I knew that one is because we just covered it in chemistry. I knew that air was mostly nitrogen and oxygen but I had no idea what proportions.
I knew that one, but that question was the one most people got wrong, regardless of education level.
I screwed up on the sunscreen question. I have no idea how...which is why I'm blaming insomnia.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 25, 2013, 04:38:58 AM
FYI the ONLY reason I knew that one is because we just covered it in chemistry. I knew that air was mostly nitrogen and oxygen but I had no idea what proportions.
Yea, that was the one question I second-guessed myself a bit on, but got it right in the end. It's a bit surprising how disproportionately low the scores are on that question, but I guess understandable, since I wasn't completely sure about the proportions, and chances are, not many people weren't recently in science classes.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 25, 2013, 04:43:38 AM
I aced it!
Likewise.
Even 2-3 wrong could seem reasonable, but so much of it seems like fairly basic knowledge, and the antibiotics seemed horribly obvious. I don't know. Interesting I suppose. I know I'm smart, but I also know I'm not SMARTEST GUY EVER, but then I look around or interact with other people...and it can be a bit disheartening.
Not definitive yet, but it looks like I'm looking good for the University course.
They were in contact with me today to say one of my referees had not gotten back to them yet, and I don't think they'd go to the trouble of writing an email if they were not at least mildly interested.
Quote from: Cain on April 25, 2013, 05:42:26 PM
Not definitive yet, but it looks like I'm looking good for the University course.
They were in contact with me today to say one of my referees had not gotten back to them yet, and I don't think they'd go to the trouble of writing an email if they were not at least mildly interested.
Oooh, good luck!
Thanks. There is some kind of technical issue preventing my second referee sending his opinion of me, but since I'm in contact with an actual person at the department, it should be sorted out. Got five days to get it all done, so it should be OK.
Oh snap Cain good luck!
Trying to convince a former colleague I worked with in Switzerland not to come here.
It would be going better if my head were not pounding from dehydration.
Quote from: Cain on April 25, 2013, 11:06:25 PM
Trying to convince a former colleague I worked with in Switzerland not to come here.
It would be going better if my head were not pounding from dehydration.
"There's a reason I'm leaving, you know. Please hold for more substantive arguments, drinking a gallon of water."
Plant is on fire and sinking into the swamp. We don't even have a swamp. Fired another drunk-ass employee. Boss has locked himself in his office and won't come out. I have memorized three Russian phrases loaded with obscenity, and I scream them into my phone when anyone calls me.
This is truly the best of all possible worlds.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 25, 2013, 11:33:43 PM
Plant is on fire and sinking into the swamp. We don't even have a swamp. Fired another drunk-ass employee. Boss has locked himself in his office and won't come out. I have memorized three Russian phrases loaded with obscenity, and I scream them into my phone when anyone calls me.
This is truly the best of all possible worlds.
Tempted to call you now. Sorry today is shit. :(
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 25, 2013, 11:33:43 PM
Plant is on fire and sinking into the swamp. We don't even have a swamp. Fired another drunk-ass employee. Boss has locked himself in his office and won't come out. I have memorized three Russian phrases loaded with obscenity, and I scream them into my phone when anyone calls me.
This is truly the best of all possible worlds.
I love Russian swearing, though I'm no good at it.
I particularly want to master the correct pronunciation of "perhot' podzalupnaya" ("pee hole dandruff").
http://www.youswear.com/index.asp?language=Russian
It's amazing what getting female visitors can do to a teenage kid's self-confidence. Even when they end up in bed together, or maybe especially, because they told me how happy they were I didn't try to join them like all the sleazy guys do. Just drinking and smoking cigarettes and walking around ànd talking about various stuff. These are the sorts of moments I live for. Says drunk Lenin
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on April 26, 2013, 12:18:21 AM
It's amazing what getting female visitors can do to a teenage kid's self-confidence. Even when they end up in bed together, or maybe especially, because they told me how happy they were I didn't try to join them like all the sleazy guys do. Just drinking and smoking cigarettes and walking around ànd talking about various stuff. These are the sorts of moments I live for. Says drunk Lenin
:) You're a good kid. i like you.
In looking for resources to explain to my husband how to respond appropriately to a spouse with serious depression, I found this:
http://www.healthcentral.com/depression/c/question/813879/56225
Read the comments if you want to stab something.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 26, 2013, 01:39:58 AM
In looking for resources to explain to my husband how to respond appropriately to a spouse with serious depression, I found this:
http://www.healthcentral.com/depression/c/question/813879/56225
Read the comments if you want to stab something.
Jesus.
OH NOES, 30 MINUTE ARGUMENT! RUN AWAY FROM YOUR ILL SIGNIFICANT OTHER.
Brought to you by the same jerkoffs who leave their severely, possibly terminally disease ridden SO's to rot alone.
BOO HOO HOO, I DONT LIKE SICK PEOPLE, WHY MEEEE?
people like that should be launched directly into the sun.
There's nothing that drives me quite to the level of rage like people who make promises and don't follow through on them. It is one of the few ways that your dignity cannot be taken away, by the force of a human being saying something aloud AND MAKING IT HAPPEN.
Its at the heart of what humans are, I feel.
SO, if you SAY "In sickness and in health" and youre too much of a fucking coward to follow though just go fucking set yourself on fire.
I knew a woman who nearly died about 10 years ago. Her husband at the time had issues from his father's death. He completely ignored her for the 2 years she was practically on her deathbed. Would not bring her food, would not spend time with her. Just...went to work, came home, engaged in everyday life activities and interests LIKE HIS WIFE WASNT SICK.
FUCK THAT GUY.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 26, 2013, 01:39:58 AM
In looking for resources to explain to my husband how to respond appropriately to a spouse with serious depression, I found this:
http://www.healthcentral.com/depression/c/question/813879/56225
Read the comments if you want to stab something.
QuoteYou need NOT act in any particular way. Remember, your partner entered into a 50-50 relationship willingly. As such, she needs to meet her commitments to you: financial, emotional, sexual, etc. Don't be afraid to express your anger with her behaviour if it angers you. Don't be afraid to demand that she keep her commitments Don't be afraid to express yourself in the ways you need to. If you don't you will only become an enabler.
:cpd:
Quote from: Alty on April 26, 2013, 01:53:25 AM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 26, 2013, 01:39:58 AM
In looking for resources to explain to my husband how to respond appropriately to a spouse with serious depression, I found this:
http://www.healthcentral.com/depression/c/question/813879/56225
Read the comments if you want to stab something.
Jesus.
OH NOES, 30 MINUTE ARGUMENT! RUN AWAY FROM YOUR ILL SIGNIFICANT OTHER.
Brought to you by the same jerkoffs who leave their severely, possibly terminally disease ridden SO's to rot alone.
BOO HOO HOO, I DONT LIKE SICK PEOPLE, WHY MEEEE?
people like that should be launched directly into the sun.
Hmmm, I'm of mixed feelings on the whole "stand by your man" principle.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 02:28:35 AM
Quote from: Alty on April 26, 2013, 01:53:25 AM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 26, 2013, 01:39:58 AM
In looking for resources to explain to my husband how to respond appropriately to a spouse with serious depression, I found this:
http://www.healthcentral.com/depression/c/question/813879/56225
Read the comments if you want to stab something.
Jesus.
OH NOES, 30 MINUTE ARGUMENT! RUN AWAY FROM YOUR ILL SIGNIFICANT OTHER.
Brought to you by the same jerkoffs who leave their severely, possibly terminally disease ridden SO's to rot alone.
BOO HOO HOO, I DONT LIKE SICK PEOPLE, WHY MEEEE?
people like that should be launched directly into the sun.
Hmmm, I'm of mixed feelings on the whole "stand by your man" principle.
If staying together will lead to a healthier situation, stay. If leaving will lead to a healthier situation, go.
Easier to say than to do.
I didn't read the comments because I really don't need any more exposure to human cruelty and stupidity today, but I will say that while mental illness can be an explanation for emotional and psychological abuse, it isn't an excuse. Telling someone that they have an obligation to stay with someone who is abusive for any reason, including depression, is fucked up.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 26, 2013, 02:30:28 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 02:28:35 AM
Quote from: Alty on April 26, 2013, 01:53:25 AM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 26, 2013, 01:39:58 AM
In looking for resources to explain to my husband how to respond appropriately to a spouse with serious depression, I found this:
http://www.healthcentral.com/depression/c/question/813879/56225
Read the comments if you want to stab something.
Jesus.
OH NOES, 30 MINUTE ARGUMENT! RUN AWAY FROM YOUR ILL SIGNIFICANT OTHER.
Brought to you by the same jerkoffs who leave their severely, possibly terminally disease ridden SO's to rot alone.
BOO HOO HOO, I DONT LIKE SICK PEOPLE, WHY MEEEE?
people like that should be launched directly into the sun.
Hmmm, I'm of mixed feelings on the whole "stand by your man" principle.
If staying together will lead to a healthier situation, stay. If leaving will lead to a healthier situation, go.
Easier to say than to do.
Yep. For both people, not just the one who is ill.
And how fast you should decide, in my opinion, depends a lot on how long you've been in the relationship. Wife goes wacky on you after 21 years? Give it a few to see if you can work through it. Wife starts treating you like shit after a year? BAIL.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 02:35:20 AM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 26, 2013, 02:30:28 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 02:28:35 AM
Quote from: Alty on April 26, 2013, 01:53:25 AM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 26, 2013, 01:39:58 AM
In looking for resources to explain to my husband how to respond appropriately to a spouse with serious depression, I found this:
http://www.healthcentral.com/depression/c/question/813879/56225
Read the comments if you want to stab something.
Jesus.
OH NOES, 30 MINUTE ARGUMENT! RUN AWAY FROM YOUR ILL SIGNIFICANT OTHER.
Brought to you by the same jerkoffs who leave their severely, possibly terminally disease ridden SO's to rot alone.
BOO HOO HOO, I DONT LIKE SICK PEOPLE, WHY MEEEE?
people like that should be launched directly into the sun.
Hmmm, I'm of mixed feelings on the whole "stand by your man" principle.
If staying together will lead to a healthier situation, stay. If leaving will lead to a healthier situation, go.
Easier to say than to do.
Yep. For both people, not just the one who is ill.
And how fast you should decide, in my opinion, depends a lot on how long you've been in the relationship. Wife goes wacky on you after 21 years? Give it a few to see if you can work through it. Wife starts treating you like shit after a year? BAIL.
Yup. Seems right to me.
Got pulled over on the way home.
Cop took a look at me, said "You look like shit. Go home & get some sleep."
TGRR,
Escaped ticket by looking like the walking dead.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 26, 2013, 02:25:49 AM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 26, 2013, 01:39:58 AM
In looking for resources to explain to my husband how to respond appropriately to a spouse with serious depression, I found this:
http://www.healthcentral.com/depression/c/question/813879/56225
Read the comments if you want to stab something.
QuoteYou need NOT act in any particular way. Remember, your partner entered into a 50-50 relationship willingly. As such, she needs to meet her commitments to you: financial, emotional, sexual, etc. Don't be afraid to express your anger with her behaviour if it angers you. Don't be afraid to demand that she keep her commitments Don't be afraid to express yourself in the ways you need to. If you don't you will only become an enabler.
:cpd:
I don't know that there's any such thing as 50-50. Sometimes it's 60-40. Sometimes it's 10-90. Depends what's going on and hopefully in the long run, it all works out to something kinda-sorta like 50-50. I wouldn't MAKE anybody stay either, or guilt them into it, but I'm not sure why people even bother getting married if they don't mean all that vow stuff, and at least give it their absolute best before they bail or start yammering about "50-50". It can kind of pricey to get out of, for one thing. For another, it's not a job position, it's a marriage, FFS. Next thing they'll be writing each other up.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 25, 2013, 11:33:43 PM
Plant is on fire and sinking into the swamp. We don't even have a swamp. Fired another drunk-ass employee. Boss has locked himself in his office and won't come out. I have memorized three Russian phrases loaded with obscenity, and I scream them into my phone when anyone calls me.
This is truly the best of all possible worlds.
Can we get the story when it's all over, or is this one of those things where forum posts could end up in a court of law?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 03:02:15 AM
Got pulled over on the way home.
Cop took a look at me, said "You look like shit. Go home & get some sleep."
TGRR,
Escaped ticket by looking like the walking dead.
Somehow this lacks the normal, euphoric "HA HAAAAA I DODGED A TICKET!" feeling. :x
Quote from: Golden Applesauce on April 26, 2013, 03:26:23 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 25, 2013, 11:33:43 PM
Plant is on fire and sinking into the swamp. We don't even have a swamp. Fired another drunk-ass employee. Boss has locked himself in his office and won't come out. I have memorized three Russian phrases loaded with obscenity, and I scream them into my phone when anyone calls me.
This is truly the best of all possible worlds.
Can we get the story when it's all over, or is this one of those things where forum posts could end up in a court of law?
It's the first one, only it
never ends.
Material science is sexy as shit, but it's bad for you.
If this shit kills me, I want you fuckers to arrange THIS headstone for me:
(http://s3.amazonaws.com/findagrave/photos/2002/236/6246078_1030324471.jpg)
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 04:09:57 AM
If this shit kills me, I want you fuckers to arrange THIS headstone for me:
(http://s3.amazonaws.com/findagrave/photos/2002/236/6246078_1030324471.jpg)
Stick around, the world still needs the HOLY
(TM). FUCKTONS of it.
And what is that Felch headstone doing hidden in a cemetery? IT BELONGS IN FRONT OF THE SEGUIN COURTHOUSE BESIDE THE WORLDS LARGEST PECAN.
STELLA, I'M A-FREUD I'M GOING TO HAVE TO ASK YOU TO WATCH THIS SHIT:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=t6HSlZBNwUQ
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 04:26:31 AM
STELLA, I'M A-FREUD I'M GOING TO HAVE TO ASK YOU TO WATCH THIS SHIT:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=t6HSlZBNwUQ
A-FREUD?
SOMETIMES A FORMULA BOTTLE SPEWING IS JUST A FORMULA BOTTLE SPEWING
That was SUBLIME :lulz:
Quote from: stelz on April 26, 2013, 04:35:21 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 04:26:31 AM
STELLA, I'M A-FREUD I'M GOING TO HAVE TO ASK YOU TO WATCH THIS SHIT:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=t6HSlZBNwUQ
A-FREUD?
SOMETIMES A FORMULA BOTTLE SPEWING IS JUST A FORMULA BOTTLE SPEWING
That was SUBLIME :lulz:
And I leave you in the hands of THE MASTER, until tomorrow.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otCpCn0l4Wo
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 04:37:46 AM
Quote from: stelz on April 26, 2013, 04:35:21 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 04:26:31 AM
STELLA, I'M A-FREUD I'M GOING TO HAVE TO ASK YOU TO WATCH THIS SHIT:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=t6HSlZBNwUQ
A-FREUD?
SOMETIMES A FORMULA BOTTLE SPEWING IS JUST A FORMULA BOTTLE SPEWING
That was SUBLIME :lulz:
And I leave you in the hands of THE MASTER, until tomorrow.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otCpCn0l4Wo
G'nite!
:hammer: :hammer: :hammer: :hammer: :hammer:
Quote from: Pixie on April 26, 2013, 12:54:24 AM
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on April 26, 2013, 12:18:21 AM
It's amazing what getting female visitors can do to a teenage kid's self-confidence. Even when they end up in bed together, or maybe especially, because they told me how happy they were I didn't try to join them like all the sleazy guys do. Just drinking and smoking cigarettes and walking around ànd talking about various stuff. These are the sorts of moments I live for. Says drunk Lenin
:) You're a good kid. i like you.
<3
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 04:37:46 AM
Quote from: stelz on April 26, 2013, 04:35:21 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 04:26:31 AM
STELLA, I'M A-FREUD I'M GOING TO HAVE TO ASK YOU TO WATCH THIS SHIT:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=t6HSlZBNwUQ
A-FREUD?
SOMETIMES A FORMULA BOTTLE SPEWING IS JUST A FORMULA BOTTLE SPEWING
That was SUBLIME :lulz:
And I leave you in the hands of THE MASTER, until tomorrow.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otCpCn0l4Wo
You know what, about the MC? Original black nerd.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 08:04:41 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 04:37:46 AM
Quote from: stelz on April 26, 2013, 04:35:21 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 04:26:31 AM
STELLA, I'M A-FREUD I'M GOING TO HAVE TO ASK YOU TO WATCH THIS SHIT:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=t6HSlZBNwUQ
A-FREUD?
SOMETIMES A FORMULA BOTTLE SPEWING IS JUST A FORMULA BOTTLE SPEWING
That was SUBLIME :lulz:
And I leave you in the hands of THE MASTER, until tomorrow.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otCpCn0l4Wo
You know what, about the MC? Original black nerd.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvAk15K-lig
This is my favourite black nerd. I met him and he mah FB friend. I saw him before he got famous and his own telly show.
Reading a new book on Gladio (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Gladio).
Interesting, but not sure how much I can agree with all of it. The author has definitely connected a wealth of material...but I prefer a bit more detail in my detail. This gives a more general overview of events, which would require someone of a sceptical frame of mind (ie; myself) to do further research. When compared with, say, The Political Uses of Terrorism in Italy, which involves using court proceedings and detailed, multiple witness accounts, forensic evidence, memos and a wealth of citations besides...it looks a bit lazy.
It's not, I understand the subject is an especially hard one due to the breadth of the operation, the secrecy, the passage of time and indeed the multiple languages one needs to parse all the relevant information. But that's my preference - more detailed information, always.
Aside from that, the author does an excellent job of situating Gladio within a larger context of global events which include the American entry into Vietnam, "the Enterprise" and the virulent right wing extremism of the Joint Chiefs of Staff under Kennedy. He's also promising more information on Bulgarian drug-trafficking and post-Cold War Gladio structures...which I will be interested to see, assuming they stand up to scrutiny.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 02:35:20 AM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 26, 2013, 02:30:28 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 02:28:35 AM
Quote from: Alty on April 26, 2013, 01:53:25 AM
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 26, 2013, 01:39:58 AM
In looking for resources to explain to my husband how to respond appropriately to a spouse with serious depression, I found this:
http://www.healthcentral.com/depression/c/question/813879/56225
Read the comments if you want to stab something.
Jesus.
OH NOES, 30 MINUTE ARGUMENT! RUN AWAY FROM YOUR ILL SIGNIFICANT OTHER.
Brought to you by the same jerkoffs who leave their severely, possibly terminally disease ridden SO's to rot alone.
BOO HOO HOO, I DONT LIKE SICK PEOPLE, WHY MEEEE?
people like that should be launched directly into the sun.
Hmmm, I'm of mixed feelings on the whole "stand by your man" principle.
If staying together will lead to a healthier situation, stay. If leaving will lead to a healthier situation, go.
Easier to say than to do.
Yep. For both people, not just the one who is ill.
And how fast you should decide, in my opinion, depends a lot on how long you've been in the relationship. Wife goes wacky on you after 21 years? Give it a few to see if you can work through it. Wife starts treating you like shit after a year? BAIL.
I'm not so much concerned with the length of the relationship as the effort the depressed party is putting into getting better. If they're refusing treatment and being a giant obstructionist pain in the ass, yeah, going may be the best bet. If they're trying and you just can't deal with the fact that they're temporarily at a reduced capacity to be human, that's kinda dickish. The idea that it's 50/50
all the time is dangerous for everyone, there are going to be times when one person is putting more in than the other because sick/tired/OMGWORK/whatever and it's more important for the relationship
overall to average out to equal than for it to be constant (IMO).
Quote from: Pixie on April 26, 2013, 10:11:41 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 08:04:41 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 04:37:46 AM
Quote from: stelz on April 26, 2013, 04:35:21 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 04:26:31 AM
STELLA, I'M A-FREUD I'M GOING TO HAVE TO ASK YOU TO WATCH THIS SHIT:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=t6HSlZBNwUQ
A-FREUD?
SOMETIMES A FORMULA BOTTLE SPEWING IS JUST A FORMULA BOTTLE SPEWING
That was SUBLIME :lulz:
And I leave you in the hands of THE MASTER, until tomorrow.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otCpCn0l4Wo
You know what, about the MC? Original black nerd.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvAk15K-lig
This is my favourite black nerd. I met him and he mah FB friend. I saw him before he got famous and his own telly show.
He's pretty funny, I liked this one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2KGPhjpH-o
Because, seriously, those are the questions. :lol: :lol: :lol:
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In looking for resources to explain to my husband how to respond appropriately to a spouse with serious depression, I found this:
http://www.healthcentral.com/depression/c/question/813879/56225
Read the comments if you want to stab something.
Jesus.
OH NOES, 30 MINUTE ARGUMENT! RUN AWAY FROM YOUR ILL SIGNIFICANT OTHER.
Brought to you by the same jerkoffs who leave their severely, possibly terminally disease ridden SO's to rot alone.
BOO HOO HOO, I DONT LIKE SICK PEOPLE, WHY MEEEE?
people like that should be launched directly into the sun.
Hmmm, I'm of mixed feelings on the whole "stand by your man" principle.
If staying together will lead to a healthier situation, stay. If leaving will lead to a healthier situation, go.
Easier to say than to do.
Yep. For both people, not just the one who is ill.
And how fast you should decide, in my opinion, depends a lot on how long you've been in the relationship. Wife goes wacky on you after 21 years? Give it a few to see if you can work through it. Wife starts treating you like shit after a year? BAIL.
I'm not so much concerned with the length of the relationship as the effort the depressed party is putting into getting better. If they're refusing treatment and being a giant obstructionist pain in the ass, yeah, going may be the best bet. If they're trying and you just can't deal with the fact that they're temporarily at a reduced capacity to be human, that's kinda dickish. The idea that it's 50/50 all the time is dangerous for everyone, there are going to be times when one person is putting more in than the other because sick/tired/OMGWORK/whatever and it's more important for the relationship overall to average out to equal than for it to be constant (IMO).
That too, I'm just saying, if someone's been a loving partner for 20 years you might reasonably give them a couple of years to work their shit out if they freak out on you alla sudden, whereas if you've only been with them for a couple of years it's pretty much sheer idiocy to put up with being treated like an asshole for longer than you've even known them.
And of course, "trying" is relative. Some people say they're trying and it's like, well I hear a lot of chopping but I don't see any chips flying.
Anyway, basically I am saying that I 1. won't date a depressed person in the first place because it won't work out, I'm not a match for depression (some people are, I'm not saying that they shouldn't, my very chronically depressed friend found a wonderful wife who just isn't bothered by it) and 2. if I was married to someone and they started treating me like shit because they were depressed I would probably bail within about six months to a year if they did not get therapy and start treating me better. And, even if they did, It still might not work out, and I don't feel like depression is a reason ANYONE should feel like they "have to" stay with anyone else. That's complete abusive bullshit (not saying you're saying that, but I've heard it and fuck that). And no, I wouldn't leave if they had cancer, but depression isn't like cancer and fuck anyone who says it is.
I am a little heated about this issue because my ex used to pull some self-pity BULLFUCK about how I had to put up with his abusive shit because WAAAAHHHHH I'M DEPRESSED and I'M REALLY A NICE PERSON ON THE INSIDE and fuck that. You ARE WHAT YOU DO. Treat me like shit and I'm leaving, I don't GIVE A FLYING FUCK what your problems are.
Oh, and "I have chronic depression" is definitely a full-disclosure point of interest, IMO.
Oh, and one of my good friends has depression and it made her partner of four and a half years miserable, and eventually he broke up with her because he just couldn't do it anymore. I'm not going to condemn him for that.
On the upshot, at least she's FINALLY IN THERAPY.
I am defensive because 1) I'm totally the one being a dick sometimes and I'm really trying not to but it's hard, 2) I really, really want to be in therapy and know it will help as soon as we can get around to it, 3) I really really really like the new husband and I don't want things to get screwed up just because I'm having some problems right now and 4) well, shit, with everything that's happened in the last year I feel like I deserve a little flip-out time.
At the same time, I totally see your point and there are a lot of people I've seen use mental health problems as excuses not to try. Hell, there have been points in my life that I was that guy, but I think I'm at least not making that mistake anymore.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 26, 2013, 04:58:40 PM
I am defensive because 1) I'm totally the one being a dick sometimes and I'm really trying not to but it's hard, 2) I really, really want to be in therapy and know it will help as soon as we can get around to it, 3) I really really really like the new husband and I don't want things to get screwed up just because I'm having some problems right now and 4) well, shit, with everything that's happened in the last year I feel like I deserve a little flip-out time.
At the same time, I totally see your point and there are a lot of people I've seen use mental health problems as excuses not to try. Hell, there have been points in my life that I was that guy, but I think I'm at least not making that mistake anymore.
Oh, I get that. Of course you want it to work out, and hopefully it will. It sounds like you're aware of and working on your problems. And if it didn't work out, that would really, really suck.
What I object to is the idea that it's OK to blame and revile the other person for "giving up" or "abandoning a sick person" if it doesn't work out. It's just not OK. it makes me think of those guys who think women owe them sex, or people like IANAR who think that everyone else in the world owes him friendship because he has self-diagnosed Aspergers.
I understand being angry at having an illness that you don't deserve, and afraid of losing a relationship because of it. But that doesn't make it OK to insist that your illness IS your partner's responsibility, and that they are OBLIGED to share it with you, and that if they don't they are an asshole. Again, not saying that you said these things, but Alty did, and they're not OK. They're wrong.
If you have an illness, society owes you support. Individuals, however, owe you nothing... not by sheer virtue of having an illness, anyway.
The idea that someone HAS to put up with a partner's abuse or neglect because the partner is sick is, well, sick. Sociopathy is an illness. Narcissistic personality disorder is an illness. Schizophrenia and bipolar disorder are particularly, tragically sad illnesses that cause enormous pain and destruction to relationships for the people who suffer from them. But I would never tell someone that they would be assholes for leaving someone with uncontrolled schizophrenia or bipolar disorder, like I would never tell someone they would be an asshole for leaving someone with uncontrolled alcoholism or drug addiction. When one partner is spinning out of control, it is actually not the other partner's moral obligation to go down with them.
I am alive and well, and everything is
quiet
here in the land of fun and sun. Everyone around me is soundlessly panicking like something from Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas, but these miserable apes cannot touch my satori...For I am a Holy Man™, and their temporal idiocies do not concern me.
:holyman:
I'm glad you have found peace, in whatever form it might have came.
The Good Reverend has transcended these Tucsonly worries.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 26, 2013, 05:55:53 PM
I'm glad you have found peace, in whatever form it might have came.
I locked my office door, and played a Grace Slick CD really loudly.
Oh, my.
So, my plans are dashed. :( I cannot take Biology this summer, because it is at the same time as my Chemistry class.
LAME.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 05:41:55 PM
Oh, I get that. Of course you want it to work out, and hopefully it will. It sounds like you're aware of and working on your problems. And if it didn't work out, that would really, really suck.
What I object to is the idea that it's OK to blame and revile the other person for "giving up" or "abandoning a sick person" if it doesn't work out. It's just not OK. it makes me think of those guys who think women owe them sex, or people like IANAR who think that everyone else in the world owes him friendship because he has self-diagnosed Aspergers.
I understand being angry at having an illness that you don't deserve, and afraid of losing a relationship because of it. But that doesn't make it OK to insist that your illness IS your partner's responsibility, and that they are OBLIGED to share it with you, and that if they don't they are an asshole. Again, not saying that you said these things, but Alty did, and they're not OK. They're wrong.
If you have an illness, society owes you support. Individuals, however, owe you nothing... not by sheer virtue of having an illness, anyway.
The idea that someone HAS to put up with a partner's abuse or neglect because the partner is sick is, well, sick. Sociopathy is an illness. Narcissistic personality disorder is an illness. Schizophrenia and bipolar disorder are particularly, tragically sad illnesses that cause enormous pain and destruction to relationships for the people who suffer from them. But I would never tell someone that they would be assholes for leaving someone with uncontrolled schizophrenia or bipolar disorder, like I would never tell someone they would be an asshole for leaving someone with uncontrolled alcoholism or drug addiction. When one partner is spinning out of control, it is actually not the other partner's moral obligation to go down with them.
Yeah, I think Alty may have been knee-jerking at the tone of some of the comments (which included an "obligation to sex" one) and my brain's just being all:
(http://i.qkme.me/3u43fe.jpg)
Us NE Spags are planning to accidentally the Boston this summer, instead of the Providence, because it's no longer accidental here. We may Worcester, but not sure yet.
We should REALLY the whole Six Flags. BECAUSE SCIENCE.
I am so tired.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 08:07:58 PM
I am so tired.
Yeah, my whole self feels like I've been run over by a truck carrying wolverines.
I am supposed to be making logos.
I just want to make a skirt to go with my corset instead :(
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 26, 2013, 06:01:01 PM
Yeah, I think Alty may have been knee-jerking at the tone of some of the comments (which included an "obligation to sex" one) and my brain's just being all:
(http://i.qkme.me/3u43fe.jpg)
I'm probably knee-jerking a bit myself, because I'm a little sensitive to the subject, having left a marriage with an abusive man who did use his depression as a weapon and an excuse for treating me like shit. And tried to use it to coerce me into staying.
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Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 26, 2013, 06:01:01 PM
Yeah, I think Alty may have been knee-jerking at the tone of some of the comments (which included an "obligation to sex" one) and my brain's just being all:
(http://i.qkme.me/3u43fe.jpg)
I'm probably knee-jerking a bit myself, because I'm a little sensitive to the subject, having left a marriage with an abusive man who did use his depression as a weapon and an excuse for treating me like shit. And tried to use it to coerce me into staying.
Yeah, I would never want to defend the actions of such a person.
I know you wouldn't!
:awesome:
PD, have I told how much I love you recently?
You spags are the elbow in my macaroni.
:)
HOW HARD IS IT TO PRESS A BUTTON?
I mean, goddamnit, really. I just want to troll your lovely little political forum, that's all. It's a clean email, username and IP. It shouldn't take 26 FUCKING HOURS to decide whether or not I should be let in. FFS.
Annnnd the board died. With me having to somehow stay awake for another 1-1/2 hours plus drive home.
:sad:
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Annnnd the board died. With me having to somehow stay awake for another 1-1/2 hours plus drive home.
:sad:
but I have a hungry :(
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HOW HARD IS IT TO PRESS A BUTTON?
I mean, goddamnit, really. I just want to troll your lovely little political forum, that's all. It's a clean email, username and IP. It shouldn't take 26 FUCKING HOURS to decide whether or not I should be let in. FFS.
Oooooh a new political forum? You going to share?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 10:04:48 PM
Annnnd the board died. With me having to somehow stay awake for another 1-1/2 hours plus drive home.
:sad:
Yeah, I'm probably going to use this opportunity to go grocery shopping.
:cry:
Sure, you guys want your Holiness™ on demand, but when I need people to pointlessly post all over the place, you're off to the Fleshpots of Safeway.
:argh!:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 10:14:40 PM
:cry:
Sure, you guys want your Holiness™ on demand, but when I need people to pointlessly post all over the place, you're off to the Fleshpots of Safeway.
:argh!:
:lulz: My son ate all the chicken last night. All of it. Two pounds of chicken.
THE CHILDREN DEMAND FLESH!
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:cry:
Sure, you guys want your Holiness™ on demand, but when I need people to pointlessly post all over the place, you're off to the Fleshpots of Safeway.
:argh!:
Holiness™ can't stop a rumbling tummy.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 10:15:49 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 10:14:40 PM
:cry:
Sure, you guys want your Holiness™ on demand, but when I need people to pointlessly post all over the place, you're off to the Fleshpots of Safeway.
:argh!:
:lulz: My son ate all the chicken last night. All of it. Two pounds of chicken.
THE CHILDREN DEMAND FLESH!
Ah, yes, the teen years. A full rack of ribs? RAW? "Finger food".
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 10:14:40 PM
:cry:
Sure, you guys want your Holiness™ on demand, but when I need people to pointlessly post all over the place, you're off to the Fleshpots of Safeway.
:argh!:
I was in the shower. We don't even HAVE a Safeway.
OUR supermarket was named for the venerable BUTT FAMILY (http://news.muckety.com/2008/02/27/the-butt-family-texas-grocery-kings/912).
I have a small person singing Adele in the hallway...
It's kinda weird.
Quote from: Queen Gogira Pennyworth, BSW on April 26, 2013, 10:31:00 PM
I have a small person singing Adele in the hallway...
It's kinda weird.
I think Enrico's trying to collect the whole set. You're fucked.
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Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 10:14:40 PM
:cry:
Sure, you guys want your Holiness™ on demand, but when I need people to pointlessly post all over the place, you're off to the Fleshpots of Safeway.
:argh!:
I was in the shower. We don't even HAVE a Safeway.
OUR supermarket was named for the venerable BUTT FAMILY (http://news.muckety.com/2008/02/27/the-butt-family-texas-grocery-kings/912).
Oh, I know HEB well.
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Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 10:14:40 PM
:cry:
Sure, you guys want your Holiness™ on demand, but when I need people to pointlessly post all over the place, you're off to the Fleshpots of Safeway.
:argh!:
:lulz: My son ate all the chicken last night. All of it. Two pounds of chicken.
THE CHILDREN DEMAND FLESH!
Ah, yes, the teen years. A full rack of ribs? RAW? "Finger food".
It's alarming. And then he passes out on the couch like a baby chick under a heat lamp.
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Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 10:15:49 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 10:14:40 PM
:cry:
Sure, you guys want your Holiness™ on demand, but when I need people to pointlessly post all over the place, you're off to the Fleshpots of Safeway.
:argh!:
:lulz: My son ate all the chicken last night. All of it. Two pounds of chicken.
THE CHILDREN DEMAND FLESH!
Ah, yes, the teen years. A full rack of ribs? RAW? "Finger food".
It's alarming. And then he passes out on the couch like a baby chick under a heat lamp.
Teen boys are like boa constrictors, except they digest shit way faster.
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Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 10:45:06 PM
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Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 10:15:49 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 10:14:40 PM
:cry:
Sure, you guys want your Holiness™ on demand, but when I need people to pointlessly post all over the place, you're off to the Fleshpots of Safeway.
:argh!:
:lulz: My son ate all the chicken last night. All of it. Two pounds of chicken.
THE CHILDREN DEMAND FLESH!
Ah, yes, the teen years. A full rack of ribs? RAW? "Finger food".
It's alarming. And then he passes out on the couch like a baby chick under a heat lamp.
Teen boys are like boa constrictors, except they digest shit way faster.
Noisier, too.
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Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 10:45:40 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 10:45:06 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 10:17:22 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 10:15:49 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 10:14:40 PM
:cry:
Sure, you guys want your Holiness™ on demand, but when I need people to pointlessly post all over the place, you're off to the Fleshpots of Safeway.
:argh!:
:lulz: My son ate all the chicken last night. All of it. Two pounds of chicken.
THE CHILDREN DEMAND FLESH!
Ah, yes, the teen years. A full rack of ribs? RAW? "Finger food".
It's alarming. And then he passes out on the couch like a baby chick under a heat lamp.
Teen boys are like boa constrictors, except they digest shit way faster.
Noisier, too.
And more constricty, as can be evidenced by their behavior around their GFs.
Not that, in my experience, the GFs were any less prone to strangling their SOs.
Sorry, was busy plying my trade.
Alty,
If you're the rock, I'll be the hard place.
...wait.
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Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 10:45:06 PM
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Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 10:15:49 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 10:14:40 PM
:cry:
Sure, you guys want your Holiness™ on demand, but when I need people to pointlessly post all over the place, you're off to the Fleshpots of Safeway.
:argh!:
:lulz: My son ate all the chicken last night. All of it. Two pounds of chicken.
THE CHILDREN DEMAND FLESH!
Ah, yes, the teen years. A full rack of ribs? RAW? "Finger food".
It's alarming. And then he passes out on the couch like a baby chick under a heat lamp.
Teen boys are like boa constrictors, except they digest shit way faster.
Noisier, too.
And more constricty, as can be evidenced by their behavior around their GFs.
Not that, in my experience, the GFs were any less prone to strangling their SOs.
Dear lord, my surprise daughter's (thankfully now ex) boyfriend was the neediest piece of human clingwrap I've ever seen.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 10:53:00 PM
Dear lord, my surprise daughter's (thankfully now ex) boyfriend was the neediest piece of human clingwrap I've ever seen.
I remember being that way myself, back when I was 15 or so.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 10:56:38 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 10:53:00 PM
Dear lord, my surprise daughter's (thankfully now ex) boyfriend was the neediest piece of human clingwrap I've ever seen.
I remember being that way myself, back when I was 15 or so.
Come to think of it, I'm kinda handsey these days, but that's on account of the wife likes that shit (not that I mind), but the HORRIBLE BOIL OF HORMONES has, over the years, sort of turned into the shit you find in the sink trap. It's still there, but it's gross and it jams things up, until the whole room is flooded.
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Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 10:15:49 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 26, 2013, 10:14:40 PM
:cry:
Sure, you guys want your Holiness™ on demand, but when I need people to pointlessly post all over the place, you're off to the Fleshpots of Safeway.
:argh!:
:lulz: My son ate all the chicken last night. All of it. Two pounds of chicken.
THE CHILDREN DEMAND FLESH!
Ah, yes, the teen years. A full rack of ribs? RAW? "Finger food".
It's alarming. And then he passes out on the couch like a baby chick under a heat lamp.
Teen boys are like boa constrictors, except they digest shit way faster.
Noisier, too.
My son used to eat shit that would drop a bull elephant. He'd bet people he could eat sixteen of those $1 McDonald's cheeseburgers and he never lost. He used to buy Reddi Whip and just squirt the whole can in his mouth.
Roger, what's your experience at HEB? Mine is usually:
A) A friend in Austin tells me about something I'd like that they carry there
B) I go to the HEB here and ask for it and they don't know what the fuck I'm talking about
C) I say "They carry it in Austin"
and
D) The yahoos roll their eyes and say "Austin".
I want to burn it, but I'm concerned about the fumes from the plastic dinnerware with Texas flags and shit all over it.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 10:12:26 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 26, 2013, 09:55:44 PM
HOW HARD IS IT TO PRESS A BUTTON?
I mean, goddamnit, really. I just want to troll your lovely little political forum, that's all. It's a clean email, username and IP. It shouldn't take 26 FUCKING HOURS to decide whether or not I should be let in. FFS.
Oooooh a new political forum? You going to share?
I will if its good and they ever let me in. :argh!:
LOOK AT THIS FUCKING DOG (https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=652089384820518&set=a.223098324386295.105971.205344452828349&type=1&theater#!/photo.php?v=643992202284001) 8)
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Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 10:53:00 PM
Dear lord, my surprise daughter's (thankfully now ex) boyfriend was the neediest piece of human clingwrap I've ever seen.
I remember being that way myself, back when I was 15 or so.
Come to think of it, I'm kinda handsey these days, but that's on account of the wife likes that shit (not that I mind), but the HORRIBLE BOIL OF HORMONES has, over the years, sort of turned into the shit you find in the sink trap. It's still there, but it's gross and it jams things up, until the whole room is flooded.
(http://www.redorbit.com/media/uploads/2013/01/bigfoot.jpg)
Quote from: Cain on April 26, 2013, 11:23:49 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 10:12:26 PM
Quote from: Cain on April 26, 2013, 09:55:44 PM
HOW HARD IS IT TO PRESS A BUTTON?
I mean, goddamnit, really. I just want to troll your lovely little political forum, that's all. It's a clean email, username and IP. It shouldn't take 26 FUCKING HOURS to decide whether or not I should be let in. FFS.
Oooooh a new political forum? You going to share?
I will if its good and they ever let me in. :argh!:
yay!
The swimming part of the year has officially started.
Spent a good hour or so at the pool with the boy. Fun was had and I'm not nearly as tired as I was before going :)
Swimming is the best!
I FINALLY FOUND A GREAT WEATHER CHANNEL (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AggS50Gl93I&feature=youtu.be)
Quote from: stelz on April 27, 2013, 02:13:56 AM
I FINALLY FOUND A GREAT WEATHER CHANNEL (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AggS50Gl93I&feature=youtu.be)
What the hell am I watching? :lulz:
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 26, 2013, 03:56:51 PM
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STELLA, I'M A-FREUD I'M GOING TO HAVE TO ASK YOU TO WATCH THIS SHIT:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=t6HSlZBNwUQ
A-FREUD?
SOMETIMES A FORMULA BOTTLE SPEWING IS JUST A FORMULA BOTTLE SPEWING
That was SUBLIME :lulz:
And I leave you in the hands of THE MASTER, until tomorrow.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otCpCn0l4Wo
You know what, about the MC? Original black nerd.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvAk15K-lig
This is my favourite black nerd. I met him and he mah FB friend. I saw him before he got famous and his own telly show.
He's pretty funny, I liked this one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2KGPhjpH-o
Because, seriously, those are the questions. :lol: :lol: :lol:
I complimented a black guy on his hair (his fro had a wicked angle, it looked cool) and he reflexively said "donttouchit!" a few weeks back. i was all like, "NOOO THATS CREEPY, I'd be freaked out by that too."
he became my smoking area at the club friend for the rest of the night.
I said the wrong thing at work tonight. It's going to result in Bad Things, tomorrow.
I wish people would keep me updated on what the wrong thing is, any given week. It's really hard for me to keep this bullshit straight. Like musical chairs, only the chairs are covered with razorblades and the chairless space is a pile of dirt over an IED. Which is ridiculous considering what we DO there. Crazy amounts of stress . . . GAH.
Anyway. It sucked and tomorrow is going to suck and there isn't much I can do about it except put on my big girl panties and wade through the shit storm.
Wish me luck.
You need a new job, those people suck.
I need to finish a paper today, and I know it will only take maybe an hour, but I'm full of loathing and resentment toward this class so I don't want to do it.
Some stuff happened, then some other shit, and then everyone laughed.
Woot!
Hosted a party for my class tonight.
Played this really fun drawing/writing association game, where the Hogwarts Express after a few reinterpretations turned into "Hitler has a smartphone in his hand while he's bombing Paris."
Also, lying in the grass while on grass, looking at the fabulously starry sky is pretty great.
Put on Juggalo facepaint and went out for a late lunch. Now, heading to St. Johns for a birthday party. Still in face paint. Whoop whoop!
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 28, 2013, 02:45:29 AM
Put on Juggalo facepaint and went out for a late lunch. Now, heading to St. Johns for a birthday party. Still in face paint. Whoop whoop!
I do hope you're also talking like a juggalo.
(http://i39.tinypic.com/kub6a.jpg)
The Tucson is starting to exert itself already.
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on April 28, 2013, 04:42:49 AM
(http://i39.tinypic.com/kub6a.jpg)
The Tucson is starting to exert itself already.
Does that.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=DG0-iWCKjsw
Watch that shit. It's good for you.
Quote from: Alty on April 28, 2013, 03:02:16 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 28, 2013, 02:45:29 AM
Put on Juggalo facepaint and went out for a late lunch. Now, heading to St. Johns for a birthday party. Still in face paint. Whoop whoop!
I do hope you're also talking like a juggalo.
I don't even know what that means.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 28, 2013, 09:22:48 PM
Quote from: Alty on April 28, 2013, 03:02:16 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 28, 2013, 02:45:29 AM
Put on Juggalo facepaint and went out for a late lunch. Now, heading to St. Johns for a birthday party. Still in face paint. Whoop whoop!
I do hope you're also talking like a juggalo.
I don't even know what that means.
I think it means grabbing your crotch and screaming "Where's my Faygo, bitches?"
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 28, 2013, 05:39:36 AM
Quote from: Mome Papess Trivial on April 28, 2013, 04:42:49 AM
(http://i39.tinypic.com/kub6a.jpg)
The Tucson is starting to exert itself already.
Does that.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=DG0-iWCKjsw
Watch that shit. It's good for you.
I've only been to Tucson once, and it still has a hold on me.
If it weren't for the bridges and their singing, I'd probably move there.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 28, 2013, 09:23:33 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 28, 2013, 09:22:48 PM
Quote from: Alty on April 28, 2013, 03:02:16 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 28, 2013, 02:45:29 AM
Put on Juggalo facepaint and went out for a late lunch. Now, heading to St. Johns for a birthday party. Still in face paint. Whoop whoop!
I do hope you're also talking like a juggalo.
I don't even know what that means.
I think it means grabbing your crotch and screaming "Where's my Faygo, bitches?"
http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=9&ved=0CFYQFjAI&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.vice.com%2Fread%2Fwe-spoke-to-the-girls-from-passed-out-juggalos&ei=mYV9Uca6O6KEjALuloHgDQ&usg=AFQjCNEvrt72kdUgTqpHP04FB-QA4Zdk0w&bvm=bv.45645796,d.cGE
Note that one of them is a year shy of completing her degree in psychology.
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 28, 2013, 09:25:38 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 28, 2013, 09:23:33 PM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 28, 2013, 09:22:48 PM
Quote from: Alty on April 28, 2013, 03:02:16 AM
Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on April 28, 2013, 02:45:29 AM
Put on Juggalo facepaint and went out for a late lunch. Now, heading to St. Johns for a birthday party. Still in face paint. Whoop whoop!
I do hope you're also talking like a juggalo.
I don't even know what that means.
I think it means grabbing your crotch and screaming "Where's my Faygo, bitches?"
http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=9&ved=0CFYQFjAI&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.vice.com%2Fread%2Fwe-spoke-to-the-girls-from-passed-out-juggalos&ei=mYV9Uca6O6KEjALuloHgDQ&usg=AFQjCNEvrt72kdUgTqpHP04FB-QA4Zdk0w&bvm=bv.45645796,d.cGE
Note that one of them is a year shy of completing her degree in psychology.
That is pretty bad-ass. I hadn't realized it was such a far-flung thing. All the Juggalos I know are from the same trailer park in Iowa.
Huh, how about that.
I FUCKING LOVE JUGGALOS.
Friend me on Juggalobook: http://juggalobook.com/Calamity/
Today I learned the value of prayer.
Argh, someone who friended me in a game I'm playing is talking to me
SOCIAL ENGAGEMENTS SCARE ME, THAT'S WHY I PLAY VIDEO GAMES :sad:
It's amazing how much difference there is in how you feel after you sleep all weekend.
Hell yeah, I hear you on that.
Unfortunately, I don't sleep well here. At the front of the building on a main road, heavily insulated and no air conditioning (read: suffocatingly hot inside when above freezing temp outside), sharing a corridor with a bunch of teenage boys.
On the plus side, I have a brand new camera. And it's amazing. My god. I paid through the nose for it, but oh so worth it. I now have another reason to go on hiking holidays in Switzerland.
Quote from: Cain on April 29, 2013, 04:10:50 PM
Hell yeah, I hear you on that.
Unfortunately, I don't sleep well here. At the front of the building on a main road, heavily insulated and no air conditioning (read: suffocatingly hot inside when above freezing temp outside), sharing a corridor with a bunch of teenage boys.
On the plus side, I have a brand new camera. And it's amazing. My god. I paid through the nose for it, but oh so worth it. I now have another reason to go on hiking holidays in Switzerland.
All of our disasters appear to be put to bed. As the man said, "so far, so good, so what?"
Enjoy the camera, and when you go to Belgium or whatnot, post pics.
I will. I'm in Italy (a province of Belgium) over the summer, I'll be sure to get a lot then.
My sinuses are currently producing liquid at a rate of pints per minute. Fuck this stupid cold. The Barry White voice is kinda cool but all the rest is shite :argh!:
I'm still hung over.
I HAVE PROPER BROADBAND!
it takes less than 30 seconds to load a page.
OOh, get me, all bourgois and shit.
WOOHOOOO!!!
There's a condensed physics course this summer that I really want to take, but I don't know if I can pull it off.
I want the head of whoever thought it was a good idea to keep changing the rules on what I can and can't eat to avoid extended stays on the porcelain throne.
I've already pretty much given up milk I'm not going to fucking give up my chocolate :argh!:
Quote from: Sita on April 29, 2013, 06:11:12 PM
I want the head of whoever thought it was a good idea to keep changing the rules on what I can and can't eat to avoid extended stays on the porcelain throne.
I've already pretty much given up milk I'm not going to fucking give up my chocolate :argh!:
Have you switched over to no-milk chocolates already?
Not sure really. For some reason chocolates are the one thing I don't pay too much attention to the ingredients of.
Today I gave in to having a couple chocolate-caramel squares. Usually it's not a problem. Now it's another thing I have to cross off the list.
I do know that if I have semi-sweet chocolate chips I can have a handful with no problems. For now.
My sister-in-law is allergic to milk protein, so we had to go though the "which chocolates don't suck?" game a lot. Sorry your digestive system's a jerk :(
Quote from: Pixie on April 29, 2013, 05:53:31 PM
I HAVE PROPER BROADBAND!
it takes less than 30 seconds to load a page.
OOh, get me, all bourgois and shit.
YOU'RE NOT GONNA FORGET YOUR FRIENDS NOW THAT YOU'RE ALL BIG TIME, WILL YOU?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 06:59:56 PM
Quote from: Pixie on April 29, 2013, 05:53:31 PM
I HAVE PROPER BROADBAND!
it takes less than 30 seconds to load a page.
OOh, get me, all bourgois and shit.
YOU'RE NOT GONNA FORGET YOUR FRIENDS NOW THAT YOU'RE ALL BIG TIME, WILL YOU?
I know I will.
Wait.
Wait a minute...
Who are you again?
Quote from: Payne on April 29, 2013, 07:09:16 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 06:59:56 PM
Quote from: Pixie on April 29, 2013, 05:53:31 PM
I HAVE PROPER BROADBAND!
it takes less than 30 seconds to load a page.
OOh, get me, all bourgois and shit.
YOU'RE NOT GONNA FORGET YOUR FRIENDS NOW THAT YOU'RE ALL BIG TIME, WILL YOU?
I know I will.
Wait.
Wait a minute...
Who are you again?
I AM THE FLATULENCE IN THE NIGHT. GAZE UPON ME AND TREMBLE.
Annnnnnd the board died.
Oh, well, might write some more LOBB, or maybe go taunt libertariantards.
I was eating.
It happens.
Though I may need to depart again soon to undertake domestic chores.
It's hard to get true slack past Pixie.
Quote from: Payne on April 29, 2013, 07:54:52 PM
I was eating.
It happens.
Though I may need to depart again soon to undertake domestic chores.
It's hard to get false slack past Pixie.
Eating is no excuse. I just strap a feed bag on my face and hork down while I say rotten shit to people. I don't need my mouth to type (though it IS more efficient that way).
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 07:55:49 PM
Quote from: Payne on April 29, 2013, 07:54:52 PM
I was eating.
It happens.
Though I may need to depart again soon to undertake domestic chores.
It's hard to get false slack past Pixie.
Eating is no excuse. I just strap a feed bag on my face and hork down while I say rotten shit to people. I don't need my mouth to type (though it IS more efficient that way).
Pixie has found a different use for all the strapping on bits of my feed bag... :( / :D
Quote from: Payne on April 29, 2013, 07:56:49 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 07:55:49 PM
Quote from: Payne on April 29, 2013, 07:54:52 PM
I was eating.
It happens.
Though I may need to depart again soon to undertake domestic chores.
It's hard to get false slack past Pixie.
Eating is no excuse. I just strap a feed bag on my face and hork down while I say rotten shit to people. I don't need my mouth to type (though it IS more efficient that way).
Pixie has found a different use for all the strapping on bits of my feed bag... :( / :D
:banana:
Ugh. Just wrote a letter to one of my bands (dontchewcords) about all the tension and drama we're (well, the bass player) is going through. We're not breaking up or anything, but bickering and bitter snark isn't the reason I joined the band.
That's what I have PD for.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on April 29, 2013, 08:03:24 PM
Ugh. Just wrote a letter to one of my bands (dontchewcords) about all the tension and drama we're (well, the bass player) is going through. We're not breaking up or anything, but bickering and bitter snark isn't the reason I joined the band.
That's what I have PD for.
Choke on vomit. That will show the bastards.
23 White Russians, coming up!
What time is it, what day is it, and where am I?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 07:55:49 PM
Quote from: Payne on April 29, 2013, 07:54:52 PM
I was eating.
It happens.
Though I may need to depart again soon to undertake domestic chores.
It's hard to get false slack past Pixie.
Eating is no excuse. I just strap a feed bag on my face and hork down while I say rotten shit to people. I don't need my mouth to type (though it IS more efficient that way).
damn straight on the false slack. Today i drew up a rota for new flatmate, payne and myself, did the monthly bills calculation and a little space to say if it's been paid, and a who paid how much on the prepayment electric meter.
Quote from: Pixie on April 29, 2013, 09:09:37 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 07:55:49 PM
Quote from: Payne on April 29, 2013, 07:54:52 PM
I was eating.
It happens.
Though I may need to depart again soon to undertake domestic chores.
It's hard to get false slack past Pixie.
Eating is no excuse. I just strap a feed bag on my face and hork down while I say rotten shit to people. I don't need my mouth to type (though it IS more efficient that way).
damn straight on the false slack. Today i drew up a rota for new flatmate, payne and myself, did the monthly bills calculation and a little space to say if it's been paid, and a who paid how much on the prepayment electric meter.
Prepayment electric meter?
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 09:30:31 PM
Quote from: Pixie on April 29, 2013, 09:09:37 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 07:55:49 PM
Quote from: Payne on April 29, 2013, 07:54:52 PM
I was eating.
It happens.
Though I may need to depart again soon to undertake domestic chores.
It's hard to get false slack past Pixie.
Eating is no excuse. I just strap a feed bag on my face and hork down while I say rotten shit to people. I don't need my mouth to type (though it IS more efficient that way).
damn straight on the false slack. Today i drew up a rota for new flatmate, payne and myself, did the monthly bills calculation and a little space to say if it's been paid, and a who paid how much on the prepayment electric meter.
Prepayment electric meter?
there's a little electronic stick you take to the store to buy electric. They make poor people have them in the UK. Was here when we moved in.
Quote from: Pixie on April 29, 2013, 09:49:41 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 09:30:31 PM
Quote from: Pixie on April 29, 2013, 09:09:37 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 07:55:49 PM
Quote from: Payne on April 29, 2013, 07:54:52 PM
I was eating.
It happens.
Though I may need to depart again soon to undertake domestic chores.
It's hard to get false slack past Pixie.
Eating is no excuse. I just strap a feed bag on my face and hork down while I say rotten shit to people. I don't need my mouth to type (though it IS more efficient that way).
damn straight on the false slack. Today i drew up a rota for new flatmate, payne and myself, did the monthly bills calculation and a little space to say if it's been paid, and a who paid how much on the prepayment electric meter.
Prepayment electric meter?
there's a little electronic stick you take to the store to buy electric. They make poor people have them in the UK. Was here when we moved in.
Wow. Your country is almost as fucked as ours is.
Only they get an actual stick and not a metaphorical one with shit on the end.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 09:59:59 PM
Quote from: Pixie on April 29, 2013, 09:49:41 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 09:30:31 PM
Quote from: Pixie on April 29, 2013, 09:09:37 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 07:55:49 PM
Quote from: Payne on April 29, 2013, 07:54:52 PM
I was eating.
It happens.
Though I may need to depart again soon to undertake domestic chores.
It's hard to get false slack past Pixie.
Eating is no excuse. I just strap a feed bag on my face and hork down while I say rotten shit to people. I don't need my mouth to type (though it IS more efficient that way).
damn straight on the false slack. Today i drew up a rota for new flatmate, payne and myself, did the monthly bills calculation and a little space to say if it's been paid, and a who paid how much on the prepayment electric meter.
Prepayment electric meter?
there's a little electronic stick you take to the store to buy electric. They make poor people have them in the UK. Was here when we moved in.
Wow. Your country is almost as fucked as ours is.
But but but!
It's kind enough to beep at you
very quietly to let you know when you're about to run out of money!
And and and!
They only charge you
sliiiiiightly more per kilowatt/hour if you run out of credit.
Quote from: Payne on April 29, 2013, 10:03:41 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 09:59:59 PM
Quote from: Pixie on April 29, 2013, 09:49:41 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 09:30:31 PM
Quote from: Pixie on April 29, 2013, 09:09:37 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 07:55:49 PM
Quote from: Payne on April 29, 2013, 07:54:52 PM
I was eating.
It happens.
Though I may need to depart again soon to undertake domestic chores.
It's hard to get false slack past Pixie.
Eating is no excuse. I just strap a feed bag on my face and hork down while I say rotten shit to people. I don't need my mouth to type (though it IS more efficient that way).
damn straight on the false slack. Today i drew up a rota for new flatmate, payne and myself, did the monthly bills calculation and a little space to say if it's been paid, and a who paid how much on the prepayment electric meter.
Prepayment electric meter?
there's a little electronic stick you take to the store to buy electric. They make poor people have them in the UK. Was here when we moved in.
Wow. Your country is almost as fucked as ours is.
But but but!
It's kind enough to beep at you very quietly to let you know when you're about to run out of money!
And and and!
They only charge you sliiiiiightly more per kilowatt/hour if you run out of credit.
I ain't never heard of such a thing. Unless you count the extra fee people in certain income brackets have to pay to get their utilities turned on in the first place.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 29, 2013, 10:05:32 PM
Quote from: Payne on April 29, 2013, 10:03:41 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 09:59:59 PM
Quote from: Pixie on April 29, 2013, 09:49:41 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 09:30:31 PM
Quote from: Pixie on April 29, 2013, 09:09:37 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 07:55:49 PM
Quote from: Payne on April 29, 2013, 07:54:52 PM
I was eating.
It happens.
Though I may need to depart again soon to undertake domestic chores.
It's hard to get false slack past Pixie.
Eating is no excuse. I just strap a feed bag on my face and hork down while I say rotten shit to people. I don't need my mouth to type (though it IS more efficient that way).
damn straight on the false slack. Today i drew up a rota for new flatmate, payne and myself, did the monthly bills calculation and a little space to say if it's been paid, and a who paid how much on the prepayment electric meter.
Prepayment electric meter?
there's a little electronic stick you take to the store to buy electric. They make poor people have them in the UK. Was here when we moved in.
Wow. Your country is almost as fucked as ours is.
But but but!
It's kind enough to beep at you very quietly to let you know when you're about to run out of money!
And and and!
They only charge you sliiiiiightly more per kilowatt/hour if you run out of credit.
I ain't never heard of such a thing. Unless you count the extra fee people in certain income brackets have to pay to get their utilities turned on in the first place.
prepayment meters have been a thing as long as i remember. I remember my mum getting a rebate every quarter ALL IN 50 PENCE PIECES. you can get gas ones too. Ahh, growing up in poverty.
it'll cost a massive deposit fee to get it switched to a normal meter.
Quote from: Pixie on April 29, 2013, 10:22:27 PM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on April 29, 2013, 10:05:32 PM
Quote from: Payne on April 29, 2013, 10:03:41 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 09:59:59 PM
Quote from: Pixie on April 29, 2013, 09:49:41 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 09:30:31 PM
Quote from: Pixie on April 29, 2013, 09:09:37 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 29, 2013, 07:55:49 PM
Quote from: Payne on April 29, 2013, 07:54:52 PM
I was eating.
It happens.
Though I may need to depart again soon to undertake domestic chores.
It's hard to get false slack past Pixie.
Eating is no excuse. I just strap a feed bag on my face and hork down while I say rotten shit to people. I don't need my mouth to type (though it IS more efficient that way).
damn straight on the false slack. Today i drew up a rota for new flatmate, payne and myself, did the monthly bills calculation and a little space to say if it's been paid, and a who paid how much on the prepayment electric meter.
Prepayment electric meter?
there's a little electronic stick you take to the store to buy electric. They make poor people have them in the UK. Was here when we moved in.
Wow. Your country is almost as fucked as ours is.
But but but!
It's kind enough to beep at you very quietly to let you know when you're about to run out of money!
And and and!
They only charge you sliiiiiightly more per kilowatt/hour if you run out of credit.
I ain't never heard of such a thing. Unless you count the extra fee people in certain income brackets have to pay to get their utilities turned on in the first place.
prepayment meters have been a thing as long as i remember. I remember my mum getting a rebate every quarter ALL IN 50 PENCE PIECES. you can get gas ones too. Ahh, growing up in poverty.
it'll cost a massive deposit fee to get it switched to a normal meter.
O.o I believe it. Can't have
you people skipping on the bill, after all.