And answer the fucking questions, bitch! I'm not here just for my own amusement! I want satisfaction!
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And answer the fucking questions, bitch! I'm not here just for my own amusement! I want satisfaction!
OK.
1) 24
2) no
3) it's wrong to do that to a horse
4) no
5) no
Seth Rogan Spitz!!!!!
Shut up you honky douche.
All right, fine. New question.
Does anyone else sound like broken record today? My constant refrain is "Gawd, I hate everybody!"
It's getting kind of old.
And ad (3): what the hell do you care about horses? Who gives a shit?
And I have really bad BO....kind of upsetting to me.
I'll still rape the shit out of.....someone, I guess.
Hey, they can't complain, at least.
And do my sex questions, you mofo!
eta or get one of the good people here to answer them!
See a) 3.
Well, be more explicit!
Also, am I retarded in that I never get tired of saying to the class during evaluations, "Is 'Ass Face' one word or two?" That fucking cracks me up.
eta I've been using that for over fifteen years. I think it's fucking hilarious.
Humorless pusses. I got a lot worse from my Franglish tard students, and English comp -- not to mention the morons at UP.
And that, my "friends," is how you teach a class -- admit all manner of abuse, and just laugh with them.
And, also, try to bang the hot ones.
Oh, shit.
Well, whatever, persevere and be good at your craft.
Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck it, just try to bang the hot ones.
Why? Because their vages look like predator's face?Quote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
For those playing at home, vag==vulva==whoGivesashit, you stupid illiterate tard. Everyone on the fucking planet knows exactly what I'm talking about, and vice versa, so go back and play with the illiterati.
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does anyone really care about distinguishing the sets of labia on the female sex from the vagina proper, in lingua franca?
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why would anyone besides a physiologist or a dumper think about making the distinction?
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am i the only one online who thinks that kind of person is both (i) insane (ii) ridiculous (iii) a self-parody and (iv) functionally retarded?
Assface is a compound word (that is, one word for the hard of knowing) that is created by joining two words together. I hope this has been informative.
Trojan Assface!!!!!
See, that's two words. I feel this concept is beyond your capabilities. Here is a ball. Perhaps you would like to bounce it.
THIS ISN'T ONE....
fine, whatever.
You're an ass-face, and you suck major ass, and also you have a tiny dick.
Just answer the fucking questions, or ask some of your own.
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Does anyone else find whiskey has a kind of sweet, almost sickly, aroma/flavor?
Either I have to upgrade my brand, or I'm just getting sick of it.
How do we approach the problematique?
Practice, m'boy!
I don't know, it's just a question a "need" "the" answer to!
Pick 'em up and put 'em down!
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WTF is with these people and their derpy dogs walking through my park this morning. Bicyclists too.
Dogs and hippies. I hate the whole damned species.
What's up with that?
Practice, m'boy!
I don't know, it's just a question a "need" "the" answer to!
Pick 'em up and put 'em down!
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WTF is with these people and their derpy dogs walking through my park this morning. Bicyclists too.
Dogs and hippies. I hate the whole damned species.
What's up with that?
Yeah, so, it's pretty simple. I'd like to use wget to surreptitiously download a page WITHOUT giving the owner of a site any revenue from "clicks" on their page.
I've done some tests, and I've concluded this isn't really possible. I honestly thought this worked.
Let's say, for the sake of argument, that one doesn't want to put ad money in the pocket of some scumbag site-owner, but occasionally would like to view a given page for whatever reason.
If it can't be done with wget, are there some other utilities that can be used (Linux utilities only)?
This has nothing to do with IP "bans" or anything like that -- just a matter of principle.
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So, here's one people here might know.
I know, I could go to the library and read a book, but this is more fun.
So, from looking at wikipedia numbers for a long time, and also hearing various scuttlebutt, it appears that promotional costs, including but not limited to advertising in the forms of posters, ads, and distributing those annoying cardboard cutouts of Chewbacca to movie theaters, distribution costs, and probably many other costs, are NOT included in the "official" budget of a movie.
Is this true? and if so, why?
Oh, come on, people. I don't want to go back to the Dope -- although, in their defense, they don't delete the entire catalog of posts by banned posters, so they're a pretty fair bunch. They have one hell of a collective ego for being a yellow-rag blog with a comment section, but, hey, that's their thing, so whatever. I expect a great deal fom you, and you have every right to expect a lot from me. Maybe I run off at the mouth, but I respect the rules here, mainly because I respect the people here.
I got a good one -- do you people think it's effective to avoid a wrinkled forehead to put some tape on it, or notch your hat a bit tighter and wear it constantly?
Yeah, yeah, I know the movie *Brazil* -- apparently I gave my "Breathe-Right" strips to my dad years ago (they were an impulse buy at a drugstore closing sale years and years ago -- never did anything for me). That was my first impulse.
Now, I just tighten the adjustable band on my ball cap and try to stretch out my forehead.
I'm not that bad, yet, but I like having my face, forehead included, being relaxed and free of wrinkles. At least in my own mind.
Eh, you guys aren't acid-trippers, you don't know how important having your "face" be in good shape.
What's the deal with these fucking owls -- in full daylight, no less.
Might could be a Steller's Jay mimicking the call, but why *do* they "hoot," anyway? I guess to attract mates or advertise their presence -- doesn't sound typical of the "alert call" of other birds, just a gentle hooting.
For all I know it could be a loud pigeon/dove.
A very striking presence in the soundscape.
Those aren't owls -- they can't be. Coo-coo-coo! Coo-coo-coo!
Some kind of pigeon or a rock dove.
Think we saw a bald eagle (I claimed it was -- they are abundant in this region, but I didn't have my glasses on and I was pretty high on whiskey). Also a golden eagle -- actually at least two.
So, how to be sure from a distance when your eyes aren't that great?
Yeah, I know, binoculars, but I gave mine to a nephew who seems to have a fondness for birds.
Yeah, I know, same way to roughly identify trees -- look at the shape, the size, and other identifying marks or tokens.
HOWEVER -- my question is: has anyone here spotted any unusual birds recently AND how do you tell from the fog of memory?
A collapsible baton is in the mail -- I think that's a terrible idea, from a LEO's perspective. This will not end well for me, pretty sure. I don't need it for self-defense -- nobody fucks with me -- just to tell these shit-heads to back off. Oh well, it will be a funny toy, I guess.
My question -- to intimidate drivers who impede my legal, w-my-walk-light pedestrian traffic, is carrying a
(i) 6 D-Cell Maglite
(ii) a huge, black golf umbrella
a better idea?
Actually, I think I'm going to recommend that you slowly back away from the idea of carrrying a club. God knows I understand the attraction, but the possibility of it ending well approaches zero.
Yeah, but a nice golf umbrella? Carried as a sunshade in summer months?
Hardly a club.
And why are you intending to carry it again...?
Something about Teddy R -- speak softly, carry a big stick, and always protect the skin from premature aging.
And no need to ignore that it rains or is overcast (therefore might rain) eight months out of the year where I live.
And in addition, the umbrella is not intended to be used or have the appearance of a "club" -- rather, I shall carry it the way I carry my wimpy umbrella, which might break at any moment.
Namely, firmly, by the non-handle-part, with the handle extended at a 45-degree angle relative to perpendicular to the earth.
It can also be used to point at cars who approach too closely while I'm walking, similar to how regular people point at dangerously-behaving automobile hobbyists while shaking their heads slowly and continuing on their normal, pedestrian commutes.
The more visible one makes oneself to violent, dangerous, automobile-hobbyist miscreants, the better it is. And then you go on your regular way.
Saw a guy in his twenties, didn't look homeless, making a call on a payphone. What was that about?
Maybe his cellphone is broken? Hell, I can't remember the last time I saw a payphone.
Electromagnetic radiation poses serious health risks. I applaud that young man's wisdom and his courage in fighting against the lies fed to us by politicians and bigPhone.
I have a serious question.
I decided to spend some of my dwindling resources not on beer, whiskey, wine, and tobacco, but on a watch. I like the ones with analog hands and a regular, plain, stainless steel band.
It appears that a lot of the quartz makers have gone with a combination digital/analog face -- that's good, because I obsessively like to time things, using a stopwatch. My old Radio Shack stopwatch has long since given up its ghost, and I find it useful to have the ability to time things to within the nearest second. Doing sets of pushups or whatever. As if I've done a single pushup in six months. But I'll get back into it, and maybe get back on my long-dormant enthusiasm for honking out some miles double-time.
And, the phone just doesn't do it. I mean, they can, but every time I want to know what time it is, there's some jackass friend of mine clouding up the phone display with some shitty text message or something.
Unitask for a unibrow.
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WHY is it that the makers of such (cheap, because I am on a budget and also frugal) watches seem incapable of offering different models in the same price range with different rotating bezels? I'm stuck with http://www.amazon.com/Outdoor-Sport-...984PDAKT9ME8RG this thing, just because I want to save thirty bucks (for a bottle of tequila) over a Casio with a slide-rule bezel, which is much more useful than a compass bezel.
I've known about the trick using the compass and a clock for a long time -- here's the news, Steinberg. You don't need a watch for that. Just scrawl some clock hands on a piece of paper if you don't want to do it on the fly in your head.
Are they trying to "reserve" their place in useful bezels for a higher price? I don't see it with this brand.
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digital makes a better stopwatch than using the subsidiary dials of a regular watch. Resolved.
I have no answer on the watch thing, but I do have a question:
The crappy close-out store that I passed at lunch: Why did they decide they needed to have a sign that said: MUST NOT ENTER WITHOUT CLOTHES!!
I think you know the reason why -- apparently you run in the same circles as whores/strippers chasing each other armed with a stiletto heel ("I'ma kill you, bitch!") and people with bad guitars.
My "little" watch came in yesterday. It was like 20USD, and has separate analog and digital displays on the same face, and a stopwatch with alarm, and a stainless band:
http://imgur.com/SmzLBrv
http://imgur.com/EYULUlL
But WHO is this made for? Andre the giant? It is 0.5" thick (I measured), and I had to remove TWO links from the band. AND the "compass" bezel doesn't rotate. Oh well, I'll find a way to be zen with it. I think of it now as the "low-rent pimp watch." It's like Flava Flav would wear this around his neck.
Also, who exactly USES umbrellas in the bright sunlight? I've observed (i) Indians and (ii) Steampukes. I guess I'm going to enter their ranks -- except today it's actually raining and therefore an umbrella is required.
Also, who exactly thinks wearing hiking waterproof shells is reasonable when not hiking? Even the densest moron recognizes that ventilation is a priority, and even the most accomplished long-distance hikers recognize that "breathable" raingear is at best a good compromise. So, why settle for middling performance when you can get optimal results by using an umbrella? ETA I got it -- it's because they either (i) bike or (ii) want people to think they "bike." And by "bike" I don't mean a moped, but one of those queer Lance bikes.
How can I put the distortion of my own eyes into a form legible and comprehensible and correct an optometrist can read?
Using, for example, a mirror, a straight-edge, a pencil, and maybe slide-rule for computing whatever values?
There is certainly an effectively-computable procedure for determining focus length. I just want to know what it is, so I can do it by hand.
Call it the Quine-McCluskey of lens nerds. If it helps, I despise photography as a pastime, so by that statement I hope to exclude all shutterbugs from responding. Except when they're right. And then I'll apologize.
I think there must be something in Euclid that can let me use a mirror and a straight-edge to get my own myopic prescription right. Or else in my first-year Physics textbook.
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Maybe I should buy a used lensometer, use it on existing glasses, and rent it out for friends/family who need duplicate glasses made
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Can't help you with the myopia thing, but just an update on my last question:
Went past the crappy close-out place again today, and they now have a sign saying they're going out of business as of Monday.
I guess their fancy "You have to wear CLOTHES to shop here" policy just didn't cut it Downtown.
Oh you poor Canadians. But what do you do about all your hipsters smoking doobs and wearing naked free clothes for art?Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
Remember when all the crazy cat-ladies about four years ago called me a rapist and a murderer because I complained about children in my swimming pool?
Now, finally, it has reached critical mass and my fellow denizens have decided to put their put down and stop allowing more than two guests in the condo common area.
In fact, the only problem is enforcement. My HOA manager who has been on board for the past year (his predecessor was a useless twat) has brought the subject up with me starting today, in his manner of venting, and the topic has been raised enumerably innumerable times in passing.
So, to people who disagreed that a band of 8-year-old cunts screeching "Marco Polo!" at the top of their lungs, with no apparent supervision is unacceptable, you're wrong.
Why is spam on Disqus always for work-at-home schemes, and spam on Facebook always for sunglasses?
Can't answer that -- I don't know what Disqus is, and I never get spam e-mail from FB. ETA Disqus sounds kind of cool. I like reddit, but the focus on "links" vs. content is differently-abled to me
Riddle me this, though -- after fasting for +24 hours or even 48 hours why is that all kinds of nasty shit comes out in the terlet? Yeah, I know, digestive system, etc. But still, I find it upsetting. Even just my ordinary one meal q.d., if I taper calories from ~800 to about 500 or so, things become unspeakable.
and no, my previous post was not meant to be understood -- just that unsupervised and unregulated minors are (i) not appropriate (ii) are subject to public censure and ridicule, if not corporal punishment (iii) a band of more than two such are in violation of HOA CC&Rs (iv) every owner who is non-differently-abled disapproves and is, according to their favored means of expression, vocal about it.
What the hell kind of punishment do bees/wasps get if they come back to the hive empty-handed? Virgil notwithstanding, bees are pretty fucking stupid. Do I look like a fucking flower? No? Then go away and find one.
They must get beaten or locked in a cage when they come home.
I think the Queen just looks at them with deep, deep disappointment.
But that's not enough! These little guys are damned set on getting that pollen! And I'm not speaking as someone who's scared of bees -- I'm probably deathly allergic, but I don't care if they sting me.
But, really. They are like on a crazy mission to harvest pollen, and from my perspective, they're doing it all wrong. Yeah, you little bastards, go ahead and drink my beer, see how much the Queen likes it when you stagger into the hive all fucked-up, you little bastards.
]Flight of the Bumblebees
Yeah, that's a pretty stupid stunt, but no animals were harmed in the making. And, she acquitted herself well -- hey, I can't do it, so good for her.
Oh yeah, so question. Are people all there is? If so, how did Bach get through the day? By, apparently, constantly screwing his wife?
I'd prefer that one put people in cages. And there should be no master. The scientific Weltanschauung is a dismal one, which disregards Leibniz's Hauptfrage. Rational consideration obliges one to discard the bulk of biological and natural-scientific studies, as well as the fetishism of process and technology it encourages.
Yeah, right. Question. Am I right? Of course I am. But does one agree?
Why, despite the people at the hospital mixing up my file with someone else's, and generally showing they have no interest in whether I live or die, do I choose to believe them when they say my retina is healed?
Hospitals are proof that god hates you and wants you to suffer. Just to be a jerk to you in particular, I got an eye exam today for new spectacles on one of America's Worst specials. Can you believe they wanted fifty extra bucks to turn one of their "two-fer" specials into shades? Well, without that, it was USD70 for two pairs plus eye exam. My eyes are shit, but the bright news is, being pretty myopic, the DO said I may need reading glasses much later than my cohort.
I want to know if people think animated GIF's are as funny as I do, on occasion. The Jack Nicholson-in-*The Shining* one that's been making the rounds cracked me up, and it is my new "happy place." ETA Here's Johnny!
QUESTION (pronounced in Cajun-man voice): is it just me, or is that one of the most erotic displays of athleticism anyone's ever seen?Quote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
QUESTION 1ERE
Where am I supposed to get locally and cheap (ie, not a jeweler), on of those little springy-bars that attach the metal band of a watch to the face assembly?
QUESTION 2EME
Now that weed is legal here, albeit not public consumption, I'm just reminded of how nasty some strains can smell. I swear to Christ this is dirtweed, not kind bud. Smells dirty, diluted, not overly-aromatic. Well, like the kind poor people would reserve for rolling a J with -- which is "exactly what we have here, boy." And fucking A. Me smoking a regular tobacco pipe, I'm probably going to get blamed from now on out. Which fucking pisses me off.
Question answered (after trying Target, RiteAid, Dollar Tree). There's a local subsidiary of Kroger called Fred Meyer that, in their "superstores" (i.e., not just groceries, but clothes, electronics, garden stuff, whatever), has a jeweler. I was getting really peeved not wearing my watch, so I broke down and went to the "Watch Repair" section of the jeweler where some guy with a loupe seemingly permanently attached to one eye spent like ten minutes fiddling with my watch, and in the meantime like three or four customers came in to see him, and he was already working on stuff when I came in -- he did it, and when I asked "who should I pay?" He just shrugged and said, "don't worry about it."Quote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
That was a fucking cool-ass dude.
And I spent the morning helping my mother de-Sanford-and-Son part of her garage, so looked definitely grubby and blue-collary. Not my usual go out in public clothes. Maybe he took pity.
They did have some NICE looking Citizen watches behind the glass. Not outrageously expensive, either -- not ones I'd necessarily be interested in if I had the money. ETA I don't know....the Citizen models seemed pretty flashy. I'm still holding out for a nice simple ana-digi with a slide-rule bezel.
But, the answer for future archeologists -- go to a jeweler, be polite and respectful, and they'll probably just do it for you.
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How is it possible for (cologne/perfume)'s stench to linger? Corollary question: I sprayed the other day some Drakar Noir (only cologne/aftershave I have -- ca 1992 or so, probably) on my clothes because I had to go run a quick errand and hadn't been my usually hygienic, groomed self. Three or four days later -- quarantine of the offending clothes, shower, two shampooings of hair, scrubbing of the back with the back-scrubber, opening of the bathroom window. I still can't get over the lingering stench.
I don't see why people malign Drakar Noir -- it's a good enough scent, I guess. But it seems to stick in my nose more than the 2-qt saucepan I burned to a crisp yesterday. I guess this is why certain people shower every day -- they wear aftershave and stuff and, trust me, it's a disgusting smell to have lingering.
Ever been a houseguest and slept in the bed some other man slept in? I bet you, in America, anyway, it stinks like hell of some aftershave-type product.
Disgusting. Fucking A, just grab a Speed Stick. No, that is neither pool/billiards nor Cruising slang
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To rethread a drawstring through clothes which need it (sweatpants, stuff like that), grab a pen with a removable cap, thread one end around the "bit" end, replace the cap firmly, and use the "cap end" as a guide to worm your way through the fabric garbage.
Why does it bug me when people use exclamation marks too much? Why do I think there is such a thing as using exclamation marks too much?
The used bookstore with the "Please hang up your cellphones before entering" sign: Why do they allow yappy dogs inside? If I turned my ringtone to the sound of yappy dogs, could I leave it on? Or would it still be wrong because if comes from a device used by people living in this century?
I know the answer to that last one, but I'm not going to say it because it's so obvious. I mean, come on, who do you think those signs are FOR anyway? They give "flava" to the place. Like this sandwich place a long time ago prided itself on having random signs up around the cash register, like "no sunglasses," and crazy shit straight off a Dr Bronner shampoo bottle.
Dr Bronner is good soap. A lot of the imitators go for the crazy and miss the quality.
Nothing wrong with Dr. Bronner. I don't often wash, but when I do, I want all mucus membranes to burn by peppermint. BTW peppermint is the best flavor of DB soap. They should give it to children. For snacks. Then maybe they wouldn't be so fat.
QUESTION: Do most people associate the word "luger" with guns? For some reason, I think it's hilarious when I read in my new favorite book, Luger's *Artificial Intelligence*, to remark to myself something related to a gun, like "take a Luger to your brain," followed by, of course, "eat the death pill."
Yes, when I hear "Luger," I think of the German pistol.
I do have a question, about which google is not forthcoming to me. i have a brand new LED light bulb which works OK in some receptacles (over my bathroom sink, in a small thing by my bed -- not the same receptacle), but it won't light up in an old torchiere-style floor lamp in my front room for which regular incandescent bulbs are fine.
It's fucked up, I'm telling you. And I require answers why.
http://www.speakupwny.com/forums/arc.../t-15653.html?[/quote]Quote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
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WHY do people think using underscores is good?
You tell me. Is big_elevator more legible than bigElevator?
These people are worse than fucking dogshit.
Does the torchiere-style floor lamp include a dimmer switch? LED bulbs come in dimmable and non-dimmable versions. pretty much all incandescent bulbs are dimmable.Quote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
No. And thanks for the response -- a good trouble-shooting step. It's just a receptacle for the...whatever it's called...like a 20A eta E12? I don't remember. I worked for a Christmas season at Home Depot at electronics and never got the hang of the lightbulb section.or something screw-in bulb, on and off. It lights my neon "open" sign just fine, off the same circuit, and handles incandescent bulbs like a champ.Quote:
Originally posted by What Exit?Does the torchiere-style floor lamp include a dimmer switch? LED bulbs come in dimmable and non-dimmable versions. pretty much all incandescent bulbs are dimmable.Quote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
Maybe it is supposed to be a dimmable receptacle, for all I know. I checked for stray moth wings in the receptacle, but didn't find any. ETA no, it's just an off/on switch. But maybe there's some kind of internal circuitry that is designed to optimize use of the torchiere for one of those wall-mounted pots/dimmers.
Why would someone who's already carrying two cups of McDonalds coffee walk into a little bakery (that sells coffee), not respond when the cashier greets her, stand around for a couple minutes, then leave without saying a word?
Details needed for correct answer. Crazy cat lady, complete with hair? Your average rich bitch? Twenty-something yuppie? Bag lady? Jewish, Protestant, or Catholic?
Looked closer to 20 something yuppie than any of the other options.
Well, then that explains it. She was a dumbass.
Here's a mild question. I was on public transport earlier today, and when I was about ready to disembark, the lady sitting by a door smiled at me. No, it wasn't *that* kind of lady -- a pretty fat woman probably fifteen or more years my senior. And it wasn't that kind of smile, more like "hi, son!" I didn't do anything strange to attract her attention in the few minutes prior, just packed my pipe, put my book in my satchel, put my gloves on, you know, like you do.
No, it didn't harsh my mellow, but it's pretty weird, somebody just looking at you and smiling, expressly, at you.
On a related note, and I could have been wasted (it was night and I was ambling back home) and hallucinated it, but I'm pretty sure my downstairsnik said "Hi!" (with the exclamation point) about a week ago. That's OK, I said (I think) hi back in a friendly way. I was extremely rude to her when she first moved in or maybe bought the place below me about her parking in my spot, but then, also when I was drunk, I saw her outside when I was coming back with her dog and asked if I could "say hi" to the dog, and I'm sure she hears all kinds of bullshit piano playing coming from above her, so we're cool.
It was just a weird, random "hello," in that case. She's getting kind of chunkier.
Maybe the plus-sizes are feeling me out.
Goddammit. It's been a long time (meaning, a week or so), but I have to admit.
I think my hair is falling out. Every time I scratch my head there are long, Fabio-like strands left in my hand.
Jesus fucking christ. It's like one good thing I got going, "Hey, at least I'm not bald." Well, I've been receding for a few years, but like in a cool, Christian Slater way. Now where is all this other hair falling out of? My dowry? My wonderful mane of hair on top?
I will not forget this, mother nature, you twat whore bitch cunt.
So yeah my question is: why?
God hates us and wants us to suffer.
Yeah, I dunno, went through the same kind of thing. Even when I had gone grey, my hair was still thick, which is unusual in my family. Then all of a sudden, it was thin. (Shakes fist at the sky.)
I agree. It is a personal insult. Unwarranted, unfair, unplanned. Through "adversity" my ass. My goddamned fucking hair. Jesus fucking christ. Dammit.
You know you're getting old when, everytime you get a haircut, you think about asking the hair-cutter to "take it all off the top," and presenting her with a chainsaw. But only if she shows you her boobies first.
Oh, "thinking" about it more, she's not just a dumbass, she's also mentally disturbed or incompetent or non compos mentis or whatever it is. Every single fucking day people do weird shit.Quote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
Non-adaptive ideations coupled with societal buffeting, and the delusions of power granted by technology.
Yeah, she was an idiot.
Final answer.
You're really into this "Final answer" thing now, aren't you? Is Who Wants to Be A Millionaire even on anymore?
Why does Facebook think I may want to be friends with so many people who have Confederateflags on their profile pictures?
I don't know, but I really hope they're wrong.
Way wrong, but it's odd. All I can think of is that I like Robert E. Howard, the Conan the Barbarian writer -- maybe there's a lot of Stars and Bars types among his readership.
Well, if it wasn't funny to me once, it can only be improved by repeating like a mental patient.Quote:
Originally posted by Elendil's Heir
ETA I meant to say "was funny." Whoops. Maybe Freudian slip or something.
Final answer.
And, no, I have no idea if that Millionaire show is still on -- that is indeed the source I was cribbing from.
WHAT DID YOU SAY!!!!!!Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
I don't know how FB searches and sorts its data, but it must be something.
ETA on inspecting your more recent information. Yeah, that would do it. Nothing against genre fiction myself, but they are sorting the data using some kind of tree, and, in keeping with the Southern US tradition, you probably pinged some kind of sibling relation. Economy of scale, it's bound to happen.
The more better question for me is: why do you pay attention to what FB plants in your lap? I love FB, but I just flat-out don't pay any attention to what other people, including the "people" that is FB, say. It's just for chatting with friends, sharing pictures, and stuff. Ignore all the other BS, I'd say.
Well, the thing is, sometimes I look at who Facebook thinks I may know, because sometimes they are pretty accurate -- people I used to talk about movies with at another site, what have you. I don't even look that often, but last time there had to be a half dozen Stars and Bars types and my jaw dropped.
OK. Yes, I was actually, believe it or not, kind of condescending, rurde, and stupid in suggesting "suck it up, you pussy, and enter the internet age with your diapers empty, gramps."
I would like to know how FB figures out its stuff too. I'm still betting it's a tree (like a phone tree, you know, not an actual tree) of some kind. I'll bet you anything it's the historical re-enactment, alt-history that got you pinged as bubba's cousin's brother's wife's son-in-law, so y'all are down in the family.
For people who live in regions where marijuana plant-matter is legal, or effectively legal. I wouldn't say I don't smoke, in fact, I enjoy it every now and then, although the last time I smoked was with some kid on campus six months ago or so I was talking to, and before that, a few years ago.
But, even as basically a non-partaker, this seems bizarre to me, thinking about it. Peace officer: "Y'all been smoking some of that jazz tobacco? Think I smell something funny grass around here." Dirty hippie: "Yes sir, I have a quarter of kind right here, would you like to have some?" Officer: "No, thank you son, I do that when I'm off duty. Go on about your business......And here's a ticket for jaywalking, and get a haircut."
Weird, man. ETA I swear that sounded like a question in my head, but for completeness: "People think that's pretty weird, right?"
(a) how do you get blood out of clothes you don't want to risk using "color-"safe"" OxyClean on?
(b) why doesn't someone knife to death
(i) David Wang, "author" of such trash as "6 Harsh Truths* from cracked-ass.com. What a piece of garbage, by a vile scum of a human being.
(ii) Ignatiy Vishnevetsky, the piece of human garbage who took a shit on Criterion's *Deux hommes dans Manhattan*. Somebody like that belongs in a trash can, so I can spit on it on my commute
Here's one I've always kind of wondered about, but got reintroduced to last night at a friends-n-family thing at my sister's last night.
I guess I know the basic reasons -- it's some stupid shit they saw in a movie -- but why do women I barely know, or who may be distantly related to, seem to think an obligatory fake-hug is an appropriate gesture, rather than a despicable, irony-fuelled mockery of the bonds of good society?
So, yes, I hug people all the time, men and women, and am in general in favor of full-contact casual conversation -- the slap on the shoulder, or whatever.
What kind of fucking asshole thinks giving me a shit hug is appropriate? Fucking do it right, or I'll cut your asshole open, and let your children run free, bitch, in the fucking toilet.
I would ask about small-talk, and how people suck at it, but I know the answer to why people suck at it -- they're not cool, and not interesting, and wildly inept at judging what makes for appropriate light banter. Nothing to say about it, except that maybe there should be some segregation, and they can all go in a corner and interview each other.
Is it a good idea, should one find oneself in a public library to kill some time and surf internet, to openly mock someone who sits at a public table across from you with some kind of student/tutee, and so forth?
I'd never make fun of the tutee -- it's clearly some kind of teacher/student relationship, and she is an obese minority woman, but the blond twenty-something tutor/teacher/whatever is hilarious to make fun of.
Just to be clear, we're not talking internet "make fun of" -- we're talking about someone sitting four feet away from you. And by "make fun of," I mean the usual. Eye-rolling, while inserting earplugs, and so forth. ETA and when the woman says something inappropriate, under her mask of tutelage, dealing with it.
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So, I get this voicemail message (crummy audio, but it's about the best I can do) Sunday at about 1:30 in the afternoon. Apparently I met some woman (?) named "Diane" and gave her my phone number, and now she's calling me back.
First of all, let's get a few things cleared up: nobody leaves voicemail, so that's bizarre. Also, "Diane" is a David Lynch name -- but OK maybe somebody is named Diane.
And I have no memory of this, AND I can account for every second except one day over the past three weeks or so.
Friday 26th Feb: 15 beers. Stayed at home.
Saturday 27th Feb - Sunday 28 Feb: 17 shots of whiskey, at home.
Sunday 21 Feb - Monday 22nd Feb: 34 glasses of wine, at home.
Monday 15 Feb: 17 shots of whiskey, at home.
Leaving only ONE Wednesday when I was out and about, running some errands under the influence, probably sometime within the past week or so.
I guess I'll text her back like so: "Thanks for the message, Diane. I'd be happy to talk with you. Can you please remind me what this is regarding/Could you remind me where we met?" (second option ETA better, but it doesn't matter).
I don't know how to word this. She could be (a) a bill collector (b) someone I insulted, no doubt for something irritating like being in my way, being loud, having a bratty kid, or being a piece of shit dog owner (c) a tasty bitch I chatted up (d) a fat broad who I chatted up because she was reading something I liked or had a cool T-shirt on or something.
So, yeah.
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Phew. Feels much better to get that off my chest.
Oh, for those many who are reading and formulating careful, clever, and helpful replies, but don't want to bother hearing the message, "Diane" says, IIRC, "Hi, this is Diane, I'm calling for John [in a business-like bill-collector way]. We met the other day and you left me your phone number. Anyways, if, you are John, call me back. Ummm. Thanks! Bye. [tone softening considerably by the end]."
I didn't list my dietary habits especially for fun, but to show that it can't have possibly been within the past week or ten days that we "met," so unusual time frame for this "call" from this person. In fact, my mother's been in the hospital the past two weekends, on separate occasions, so I'm well aware of where I was over the past two weekends.
Who in the hell leaves a voicemail? That is really annoying.
Whatever.
OK, well, this doesn't answer my question, but I just now texted:
"Hi Diane. Got your message. Just chilling out on Facebook. Feel free to chat over there or whatever."
So, it must have been the Les McCann in my ear that made me decide to just pull the trigger and get this done with. Probably a bill collector or a fatty.
Keep us advised, but my money's on bill collector or a scammer trying to get your credit card info on the pretext of being a prostitute.
No, she texted back just now and said "What's the addy??" To which I said "Oh my last name is [look it up] -- TBH I don't remember where we met but I didn't want to come right out and say so, in case you were a bill collector :)"
My cousin on Facebook thinks my initial text reply was a little cold, saying "whatever" and not including a smiley, but whatever.
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So I made a special trip to this grocery store in my larger neighborhood. It's in the suburbs, but it's like the Mexican suburbs, so you know it's good. Corn flour was on my list, because, being king of all bachelors, and also king of all baking, I've decided to merge the two categories and go with the laziest possible way of baking bread. Put some corn meal, some flour, and stuff, in a bowl, and then put it in the oven and have corn bread.
BTW King of all Bachelors, about bread, means: put flour and yeast and stuff in a bowl, let it sit for a while, then apply fire -- because who gives a shit about forming loaves and shit.
King of all Bread? You can do the same thing but add corn meal, and it comes out of the oven resembling something most square people would probably eat, if they were drunk or starving.
So, I had yeast or baking powder on my list (sadly, I've had to admit that my yeast supply of both bricks of SAF and Red Star [I think they're the same company, but whatever] are just not worth even pretending to use anymore. And my hoarded little packets of rich-people yeast [because only assholes buy the yeast in those packets -- I'm not Thurston fucking Howell] seem to have not only a best-by-date of 2012, the date seems accurate. [And my baking powder is basically a slightly moist cake I'd give to a confederate soldier -- who cares, because baking powder is just for show, and to impart a metallic, nasty taste to biscuits] suck, and I just used them.)
What do I find, noting prices per ounce between the flour aisle and the........I don't remember which aisle....it wasn't the "Mexican Aisle" or the "Goya Aisle," because this isn't that kind of place. There's some shit called "instant corn flour," that was about the same price as corn flour, except, from the looks of it, I don't need to buy leavener OR more white flour to cut it with.
So, like, does this stuff work? And, if so (and I have no reason to think it won't -- it's presumably wholesome ground grains in a bag -- so at least something wholesome will come of it), why isn't this more popular? Sounds like that old-school "Jiffy" boxes of whatever, except this comes in a manly bag made of brawn and know-how.
Update: after some prodding on FB from my very attractive, newly-divorced female cousin, I came up with this :Quote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
"After talking it over with my lady cousin @ Facebook, I'm supposed to shower precious gems with adoration. I also said I probably have thirty-percent frontal-lobe damage, so that explains why I don't know who you are and also I just had twelve beers right now. [new paragraph]But the good news is I can almost play an English Suite and even though being French-Irish I don't care for the pommies."
Granted, I'd forgotten about this random lady calling me, but, hey, she called me, so if I have a half-rack of beer and am bored, damned right I got some awesome stuff!
Question: pretty cool, right? Yep! BTW, I'm not joking -- real text, send to an unknown person warm for my form five minutes ago.
Made the mistake of giving my phone to read my hilarious text to a RL person, who cock-assedly hit "OK" a second time, which is stupid.
So, I had to send a follow up text:
"Eh ignore 2x send -- this jackass weed smoker fucking hit 'send' when I was trying to make him laugh by giving my phone to read my text.
Note to self: don't let squares touch your phone.
Also, who are you, anyway?"
Question? This jackass moron deliberately hit 'send' a second time, right? Just to make me look ridiculous. And a man in my position can't afford to be made to look ridiculous.
Update: here's the transcription of what she replied to my last text, reprinted above, a few hours later:
--"< 3" [without the space -- old school emoticon]
"Yep."
"I'm still mighty curious when we met. I'm convinced ur not a bill collector, so that's all good. Some great musician I am, home on Saturday listening to the Pointer Sisters and drinking coffee.
I'm convinced this is like a David Lynch mystery. You must be either cute or have been reading something I approved of. Or both.
Pretty sure nobody my age is named Diane, though. Is that for real?"
me send 24 hours later: "I know texts from me are probably getting to be like Russian Roulette -- if you want to just let it go, no hard feelings. Anyway if my last text hurt your feelings, sorry about that -- fine line between a little light-hearted joking around and me being a dick. What can I say, just in love with the sound of my own voice!"
--"No problem! What do you mean let it go? I would not like to let anything go, though. I thought your joke was funny, didn't hurt my feelings. stayed on the right side of the line."
her a few seconds later: "I'm sorry, but what color hair do you have?"
"I don't know. Dark blonde? Sounds about right."
--"Could you send a photo?"
--"I'll be the judge"
"sure. give me a sec."
[me send http://imgur.com/yAcBtEd selfie taken that second]
--"Looks a little bit darker than dark blonde?"
"i've been studying nonstop for a week -- i make a point of hygiene, but sometimes I just gotta prioritize. also bad light and bad photographer!"
"No dic pics though!"
--"Phew!!!"
--"It's ok! What are you studying?"
"Artificial intelligence. I'm moonlighting after not getting my PhD dissertation in Comparative Literature a while ago. What do you look like? Maybe it will jog my memory!"
--"Ah that's exciting. Sadly, I regret to inform you that I actually do not recall meeting a Mr. [insert last name -- look it up]. I have enjoyed our little conversations, but I believe we must part ways here. You sound like a great dude and hope your life is great and your studies of Artificial Intelligence prove to be successful!!!!"
"Keep on keeping on!"
--"Same to you!!!!!!:):):)"
That is some passive-aggressive bullshit. That's a not-unhandsome picture of me, and I'm even doing my best to smile. OK, lady, you got me. "Oh, zing! I don't remember you at all! j/k"
She's probably jewish, anyway.
Renard et les raisins.
I think she must be oriental of some kind, though -- it just dawned on me that names like "Diane" and so forth are not unheard of among East Asians recent immigrants.
She didn't sound Japanese on the phone message, though. If she was Chinese or Korean that could have been OK, I guess.
Also she either thinks I'm some loser going to school in his thirties, or maybe she met me like a year ago when I was 30 pounds heavier, or maybe she's a chub and didn't want to send a selfie, or maybe she's just a c-word who wanted to throw back the "who are you, anyway?" back at me.
Anyway, I've never been accused of giving a woman more than she can handle :)
Why, in my totally boring government office building, is there a guy in the men's room with a spider web tattooed on his totally bald head?
The freedom to express yourself is also the freedom to do stoopid things.
While I agree, I guess, I'm not sure RET's spotting was any wilder than the big dude sitting next to his big bike smoking a big cigar with smooth jazz playing over the loudspeakers, overlooking a vista of the city.
Meh, people are nuts, man.
Did I mention this dude was big? And also bald. He sure did seem to be liking his ... I can't think of who it might be ... smooth jazz with acoustic instruments.
Well, whatever, man. The chickie in short-shorts with her special-needs dog or whatever gained about a hundred meters on me when she passed him -- apparently she didn't like his vibe.
I didn't either, because I was having my own groove, but OK whatever.
Oh. I got you all beat.
Dude, this guy, and this woman.
Ridiculous.
Overheard: "Yeah: Bradley Cooper Guy!"
ETA "I thought....something.....weird Tarantinto movie[/eta]
I'm mighty curious why somebody would move to the state of Arizona out of choice. For that matter, why Arizona exists in the first place.
OK, Wikipedia mentions that it was the last state to be admitted to the US of the contiguous states, and that it has copper mines.
I guess that explains why it's there, but only grudgingly.
Does not explain why somebody would want to live there, unless they're old and senile and have the metabolism of a lizard and an appetite that can only be quenched by the Arby's in the strip mall ten miles from home.
ETA OK. Monument Valley. I thought that was in Utah or New Mexico. Well, that's why I would go there. Doesn't really explain what one would do besides look at the Monuments and fantasize about the old west. Maybe take up cattle rustling, or stage a revolution in Mexico.
ETA my previous emissions were actual things two people said that I overheard. Fragments of a conversation. And my question was, and still is: WTF are they talking about? In what conversation do the phrases "Yeah, Bradley Cooper guy" and "I thought...something...weird Tarantino movie" (not sure if "...something..." was part of the transcription or indicates garbled speech) have any part?
Why is there a potato masher in my office kitchen that has no stove?
A donation from someone who doesn't need it at home?
But why do they think we need it here? Where are the potatoes that need mashing going to come from?Quote:
Originally posted by Elendil's Heir
Maybe they were just hoping someone else would take it home - but a note to that effect would've been a good idea.
Yeah, I'm thinking just somebody wasn't really thinking it through, and was like, "hey, this is a kitchen, and here's a kitchen tool. my action equals true!"
Oh, I forgot, I do have an actual question: what is a good punishment for women that would be the equivalent of chemical castration for men? I can't think of anything. But, you know, for a just world when traffic violators receive suitable punishment.
I don't know of any functional equivalent of chemical castration for women. It's not exactly a priority for Big Pharma these days.
Why would somebody steal our Toronto Blue Jays doormat? (It's a genuine game-day giveaway, but it's still had been sitting outside with people tromping on it for a year or so) Who would come up right to our door and steal it?
I know the answer to this, actually. Drunk young adults.
Don't ask me how I know, but I do.
My mother since the last time I was online (yesterday? day before?) started a Facebook page. I'm not going to "friend" her, until I can find out how to restrict her viewing privileges to only my tamest and most friend-endearing posts, BUT QUESTION: should I?
And, given that at least a eighteen of extended family members, and mutual close friends of the family are my FB-friends, is that a thing? Like, "oh noes, hide the porn from my relatives when I die!"?
Seems reasonable to me to ignore her friend request, as I have many others.
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Wow. Look at that. My mom's on FB now, and I "friended" her, without bothering to find out how to hand-select which posts she should be allowed to see.
See?
That's, like, filial piety or something.
She hasn't let me brush her hair or made me grilled cheese sandwiches in a long time.
Also, note to _____: why would you "join" FB? It's idiotic.
No real question after all, just thought that should be shared for future archaeologists.
Why was the street person cramming an OK looking coat into a recycling bin?
Well, that is a good question. I'm not sure, my boy, that I have the answer to that particular question, but if you'll allow me, I'll let you in on a little secret -- joking with you, son! see, everybody who knows me knows I keep secrets about as well as a hobby horse keeps its butt-virginity from teenage boys! -- probably that "street person" was having a fit of what we call the "crazies," or "delusional parasitosis" or "had an infestation of bedbugs" or "was not a street person and was just throwing away some stuff" or "that coat was not OK, but only looked it."
Feel better, son?
Me too, my boy.
Tell me, son, do you like gladiator movies!
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Eh, I can't keep going with that -- sometimes I crack me up.
eh, there was a reason I came over here.........
shit.
Oh well fucking A, I had an actual good question.
Well, you know, like a question or something.
Well fuck, I'm not going to leave my post lame without a question,..............computing..............thin kig.....................
DING DING DING
I actually remember my real question I came over for
IS THERE A GIRLS EQUIVALENT TO THE MNEMONIC FOR READING THE G ("TREBLE") CLEF LIKE "EVERY GOOD BOY DOES FINE/DESERVES FUDGE"? BECAUSE all I can think of is some NSFW shit, like "every girl's butt does fine."
C'mon, there's gotta be a non-sexist version.
(b) ancillary question: am I a retarded
OK, I got a pretty good question. I'm not expecting to be made fun of for asking it, but, well, my only mode of humor is being a complete dickweed asshole, so I do expect it.
Oh, and here's how stupid I am, it turns out I have two questions.
(i) is it gay and or retarded to conclude a casual e-mail with a priest with "Yours in faith"? I thought it was kind of butch, actually, but I want the people's opinion.
(ii) I think I know the answer to this, but all I know is what people say, and people eat shit, so is it bad to genuflect NOT in the direction of the tabernacle when entering the pew, but just genuflect? I'm a fucking asshole, so I use the font coming and going, and just out of reflex genuflect when "hey TAKING A SEAT HEAR PADRE YOU GOTTA PROBLEM" because....I don't know why, I'm just an ass. But what's the real answer?
Q Tablets and phones make it a real challenge to standard QWERTY/AZERTY people to interact. This is a terrible handicap, no?
Q Do Tardphones users "find their level," like water and so forth? Or is it turtles all the way down?
Is it better to spend 1.5 times more time to learn the arguably richer Mozart piano sonata K330, or to enjoy learning the K309 while continuing to fool w the 'jeanhomme' concerto?
I'd go with Option B, but there really is no "right" answer.
Yeah, I'm tending to (B) as well -- also, maybe it's philistine, but I like the Sonata no. 7 better. It's simpler and a little more "clean" to my ears. No. 10 seems needlessly show-offy. The "Jeanhomme"Concerto is great, especially the odd Rondo (third movement), but I just like fooling around with those octave jumps in the LH in the Rondo, and the Adagio section of the Rondo. It's not like I'm going to play any of this in a recital, but it's good to keep reading repertoire.
I thought the correct answer was k309 first movem + k330 secnd mvmnt and 1st mvmnt, in that order, but the whole of k309 is cute, and sort of fits together. Sorry, k330, yr third movement just ruins it.
And the whole Jeunehomme concerto is a pleasure even just as a soloist. Lots of places to improvise and work on technique.
Of mozart i'm sorry to say his prelude and fugue k
394 is beyond my abilities at sight reading at tempo. The fugue is imho ridiculous, and is not worth the effort.
However am glad to say that the LH accompaniment style up through beethoven's middle period is syraight out of wam's book. And its a nice background for improvisation rh
Why is it that these hippies I know are so much, like anti-LSD, in favor of good old shrooms? Bullfuckingshit.
If I'm going to see a fucking eclipse I want to go balls deep in clean, non-strychine chemicals, not eating stuff some hippie grew in cow shit in his spare bedroom.
Fucking pansies.
Here's a couple of good ones.
FIRST
This is one I never thought to ask when I was studying metamathematics, with the Turing Machines and Gödel and everything, some linguist friends, because it didn't occur to me.
So, to what extent do linguists make use of automaton theory and formal language theory in general? Chomsky, while a deranged idiot about politics, nonetheless had the field cornered in the 1950s and beyond -- the notion of the Chomsky Hierarchy is, therefore, familiar to linguists, and from what I can see on the web, it's part of the standard curriculum to know about Context-Free Grammars (CFGs), and the related Pushdown Automata and so forth.
And from there, it follows, one has secured the knowledge that linguists know a bit more than how to draw a parse tree and so forth.
What I want to know is how much further do they go? Automaton Theory and Formal Language, as well as creating specialized Parsers (both in logic, but more obviously to the everyday person in "compilers" -- responsible for how software is translated from reasonable human-readable code into completely binary form) is, in my experience, sort of the concrete part of the more abstract logic that defines computer science. However, while computational linguistics is a thing, and supposedly multi-disciplinary, I don't see much evidence of work from either CS or Linguistics in both fields.
It seems the "multi" part of the multi-disciplinary is left to philosophers alone, who seem unique in having the background in the three core fields: logic, mathematics, and, while not about linguistics, at least some notional ideas about language.
SECOND
I've been observing that little pump thingy, or whatever it is, in the tank of my toilet for a few weeks now. It emits a kind of quiet, but audible hissing sound, nearly constantly, that can be stopped by touching it gently, moving it in continuous increments no more than a total of ten millimeters in any direction from the top. Trying to put a shim to quiet it results in a small leak from the bottom of the tank. Which I don't like.
First, WTF is up with that. Second, I have a replacement thingy, somewhere, but I don't really want to bother with closing the valve and replacing it, probably a ten minute job, but I just don't want to: is it a good idea to replace it, or just put the lid back on the tank, as is my wont, and say to hell with it?
I can't help too much on the first one, except to ask if you are familiar with the Language Log blog? That kind of stuff is their meat.
Eh, I'm half drunk but here's an arrow in the air that anyone knows what a fused relative construction is called in French.
I admit, I got my Grévisse (the standard usage guide for French -- except, of course, it's written in French) out, but now I'm just using it to hold down a computer key on an old notebook. Grévisse, true to French tradition, does not make it easy to find stuff in his book.
Oh, RET thanks for the link to the blog. It doesn't seem to deal with theoretical or formal linguistics, but it will be good to have in my pocket if I have need for it. By way of reciprocation, people interested in logic could do worse than read Peter Thomas [eta his blog, which is really good, and eta it seems he's dead, but he's a good, humane writer IMHO] of Cambridge (IIRC), not least for his links to other things of interest to "big-boy" logic.
Goddammit, fucking cunt whore motherfucker.
Not goddamned Peter Thomas Geach, but Peter Smith.
Well, whatever, but PS is still very much alive and active on twitter, and, like me, is a fan of Angela Hewitt's music.
Question How is it that it is very upsetting to get a detail wrong. My mistake could have ended lives! Human lives, I tell you!
ETA I still want to set up a WordPress thing combination of Smith's and Milewski's, but I can barely get my GitHub personal page right -- bah, web design is ridiculous. Rather write the whole thing in LaTex and just have it as a text file.
I got a pretty good one, speaking of old music.
I suppose it was about time for my semi-annual viewing of *The Last Waltz*, and it occurred to me that when the Staples Singers are doing "The Weight" (in A major thank you very much), I wonder if there's some behind-the-scenes of how they shot that.
It seems clear to me that the Singers' bit was mostly recorded in the "black box" theater-type setting, and maybe some doll puppets or something for inserts of Levon and everyone.
No question they were all live, I'm just wondering how they did the video. Not really an area I care to know much about, but probably some good anecdotes.
And, no, it's not in Levon's RIP autobio. He does come across in the millionth time I've seen this as the hardest working man in show business this side of JB.
Well, I think the above can be scratched off the list. It was some camera trick or something.
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However, I think a pretty good question is:
never mind.
I'm just completely dismayed by the understanding of working people and the obsession of a few socially-handicapable people of what technology means.
I see no understanding of history, rudimentary technical understanding (such as, for example, that some androids are going to come to "life" anytime much before the sun burns out), or coherent economics (such as that increasing automation and privatization of mass transit will envelop a cost that will probably be counted in the lives of passengers executed haphazardly by defensive measures justly taken by the more numerous non-rural commuters).
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Yes, I'm going to clarify.
People and nerds should just shut up. There is no flux ray capacitor, there is no goddamned shit.
There are people working with pencil and paper.
There is not a fucking Rosie the Robot, and finally shut the fuck up.
Here's an easy one that I don't seem to be able to find with Bing.
So, like, I haven't watched a single baseball game in a few years. Caught some of the World Series tonight, and apparently José Altuve has this thing about kissing his bat at plate.
My father asked me what's that about and, when I asked if the player whose name he couldn't recall was hispanic, said probably. My best guess was it was kind of like some Latin Americans kissing their fingers after doing the sign of the cross, or kissing their crucifix as a necklace.
Basically, a kind of superstitious Catholic thing. (No, I'm not making fun, I'm a practicing Catholic too, and I occasionally attend mass and sometimes receive communion at an hispanic-language mass near where my folks live when I'm not near my own regular parish [see, cause I can participate in the mass in Latin, and I kind of don't disrupt anything because of being Anglo jerkface stupid English language]).
Anyway, that's my only guess. For all I know it's just his thing, for some stranger reason than one could suppose.
This is not a question of any importance, but I bet somebody knows.
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Also, c'mon Dodgers, keep it together and whup some Tejas ass.
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ETA oh, here's some additional amusement. For some reason the old man was chatty, so he started asking me questions (I guess he figured I would know -- well, not a great assumption, but, OK) about the DH rule, the way the strike zone is defined....jeez, my mind is still reeling. The kinds of questions you'd walk into an old man sports bar (every bar in midday is an old man bar, by definition -- fortunately, that's my forte) and spend hours discussing.
Oh, and here's the glove cleaner, with my uncle and me, we're just kind of waiting around for trick or treaters, he asks point blank, "what is the reformation?" Lots of mumbling .... 1517......Luther, Calvin.....jesus christ.
That is a lot of fucking questions.
Feh, old people. No patience.
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I must say, though, that little graphic of the strike zone on TV is sort of neat. It kind of robbed me of my pleasure of saying "too low!" or "outside!" and calling the umpire a bitch, though!
I just noticed this, and I should not have said the fugue is "ridiculous," without specifying that it is ridiculously demanding to sight read. From my memory, it's not really memorably or even technically demanding, especially, but it's tough to make musical sense of.Quote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
I'd compare it to that set of Schumann's fugues (I can't remember the Op no) which are, to me, just kind of like....well, you have to commit a bunch of time to it/them, and forget about learning it by heart unless you're a savant.
I'll give gratis an update that, indeed, at least the Rondo of the Jeunehomme concerto is one of those natural pieces that, even if you don't try, sometimes you just end up humming it to yourself and find yourself able to recall good bits of it -- for a 41 year old man, that's a pretty good feat of the subconscious brain, given my dismal record of memorizing Bach (to be fair, Bach is, Angela Hewitt has said, "about the hardest thing you can do to memorize" and she's like a hundred or something).
Also, meh, I kind of think the Mozart sonatas are not fun at all. They sound like cornball things you'd hear at a little kid's recital. The concerti, and even little things like the D minor Fantasia (the more famous one) are great.
And, that "pattern" for improvising is called the Alberti bass. I never knew that, just knew it was in the Presto agitato of Beethoven's Moonlight and in other stuff. Well.
Yeah, call that a public service announcement.
I think if I do more Mozart, it will probably be working off the scores to some of his operas and symphonies, and as always trying to add more tricks to improvising little melodies and harmonic stuff over his framework.
I think he's fun, but maybe I can discover more harmony than I did at a young age singing "Don Giovanni! A cenar teco! m'inivitasti, e son venuto. a padron a pdron a padron, a pdron siam tutti morti Vann dieco! Ferma un po ....." nope, not going on any more, that's my one and only opera bit I know to annoy Gladys Kravitz neighbors while in the shower.
Here's a simple one for some of the budding young wordsmiths out there:
I can't decide if this cheap little barb makes sense: "I don't know, I think your mom's dildo is still stuck in my ass from when she mistook me for you and tried to peg me."
(Well, the context doesn't really matter).
It's pretty wordy, and it's already been used by me in the wild, but any suggestions for cutting it down to a little more better, half-decent insult, maybe for future use.
I am kind of married to the mom+ass dildo+pegging idea -- it's a nice holy trinity of foulness.
A little wordy, but certainly inventive.
Well, good to know it sort of makes some sense. I'd stop short of calling my ejaculation "inventive," but I'll keep trying some others on that theme.Quote:
Originally posted by Elendil's Heir
You never when these can come in handy! Measure twice, cut once, rinse and repeat. And stuff.
You said it!
Here's kind of an easy question.
I'm updating my resume this weekend, and there are a couple of small questions somebody here might have opinions about.
(a) So, I'm still kind of slacking off using a language called Python and some specialized libraries to do (text) data munging/preprocessing for a small machine learning example (the bulk is written in C++, again with a specialized library).
.....(i) The example code will be hosted on the main site for computer open-source-ish things, called "GitHub," linked to from my resume, but I'm inclined to just go ahead and list under skills that little bit. It'll be months before anyone gets around to my resume, and maybe a week before I'm finished with this machine learning example project. Anyway, I certainly do know enough to answer most relevant questions in person or a screening interview, at least in a theoretical fashion, even today.
.....(ii) The idea behind section (i) can be repeated for a few other small projects, and for some toy programs I'm writing, like a fragment of a parser for a compiler, a basic data structures demonstration, etc. I know all this stuff, and more, I just haven't gotten around to spitting out some example code yet.
(b) Any thoughts on the style of photograph for a GitHub and a LinkedIn page? I think just casual, me sitting at my desk, maybe even smiling. Compunerds are pretty casual, so I think suit and tie are not that good.
(c) Is there any disadvantage to creating tiny subsections on resume/CV for "natural languages," "mathematics" under things I know? Provided not cluttered visually, but I expect they just grep anything anyway, so I figure why not.
I have exactly 2001 posts on some other board.
I think that means I should not ever make another post there, even if I really want to.
That cannot be spoiled.
My question? Will I be able to restrain myself without resorting to thick rubber bands, clothespins, and other self-flagellations? And for how long?
No. No you won't.
That was easy.
You beat me to it, Rube! :: shakes fist ::
Yeah, well, some take the Lenten period to be a time for scarification and mortification of the flesh, so maybe I'll do that just because I choose to, not because I have to.
New question, same theme:
Is it better in this case to resort to self-control, at some emotional discomfort, or should I just PM some modes and admins and other people some really foul things in order to get myself banned? Only the ones who really are asking for it, you know.
Wait, no, I can answer that. It is better to preserve options.
However, how often does one get have a PERMANENT post count of 2,001? And I'm not even that much a sci-fi geek, even though it's an exceptional movie, and certainly one where Kubrick's general stain isn't allowed to penetrate the work. Yes, SK's a fine director, I just don't like the cult of personality that's grown up around him. Hell, I saw *Eyes Wide Shut* three times in the theaters, I think.
OK, new question: are hospital cafeterias crappy by design, or do they just end up that way by accident?
GODDAMMIT.
Fine.
I'm the Cosmo.
I'm out.
But I have an excellent reason, I'm watching All That Jazz with Roy Scheider, and I remember 2010 from the theater, so I can still stop anytime.
Question: who DARES defy my reason?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
Well, here's a real question, I guess. I'm starting a new gig with Amazon next week, starting at 0500 o'clock five days a week.
I plan to be ASLEEP, not just going to bed and reading, at 19h00 every night.
You think five days of acclimation to this odd schedule is going to be enough, using my trusty Benadryl/Diphenhydramine and decent sleep hygiene (no caffeine, no TV/computer, close before bed), or should I try some more extreme measures before my first day?
And what would those be? All I can think of is maybe a home lobotomy or trepanning.
Good thing is, I think there's close to no chance of me getting fired, because I can't get into any trouble at 5 in the damned morning. Of course I will be attempting to lure select coworkers into my car on occasion for a drink at this bar nearby that has a morning happy hour catering to industrial workers -- not a sleazy dive, actually a very nice place. And you know women, they be complaining, and "mew mew, he showed it to me!" Just kidding.
I dunno. I don't recommend any extreme measures, but it's probably going to take awhile to get into the groove. It's probably not that hard, though, bodies usually can adjust to a pattern.
Thank you.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
I just remembered that I had to do a similar nocturnal-diurnal shift just last year, although a complete reversal, as in sleeping until 15h00 or 17h00 every day, and had success by gradually altering the hours.
This isn't so bad, I can just start today and the next day waking up at 5am, which is not all that early, then for the next few days, adjust to 4am, then, finally, my goal of 3am, which leaves me the option of snoozing until 3:30.
Therefore, the problem is solved.
What in the hell kind of a name is Gaylord, anyway? Gaylord Perry's the only one I know, and he seemed like a pretty awesome dude, although before my time, sadly.
And who in the hell would name a piece of light industrial equipment a "gaylord" (for example, a very large cardboard box with a "U"-shaped hole cut in it on one face, used for holding various stuffs)?
I believe, very near Disney World there is a large luxury hotel named the Gaylord.
Oh yeah, I think I heard of that. They also call it "The Spitter" and "The Puffball."Quote:
Originally posted by What Exit?
(Wikipedia's page on Gaylord Perry is pretty extensive -- never heard of a puffball, apparently GP used to load up the ball with rosin and other crap and work it with his mitt somehow to create a powdery blast off the ball as he drove it to the batter. Apparently that's a little confusing to the batter. "The spitter" is just a spitball, which I guess GP was one of the masters of).
All or some joking aside, I'd welcome some advice.
So, blah blah, I started work for a major internet-based company, with a ... blah blah, I don't feel like repeating their standard rap.
Eh.
So, great, I start in the proverbial mailroom, and on my third day I receive an official commendation for doing what I'm supposed to do -- believe it or not, I actually do what I'm told, and do it well.
Apparently that's worth a gold star, or whatever. I don't give a shit about that.
I forgot what I was going to say... oh, ok, if you want the boring story, after my second day of, as I said, superior performance doing stupid bullshit, but, hey, better than 90% anyone else -- and FTR I don't believe in competing with my coworkers, AFAIC, we're all together, and I'm not a rat.
What was I saying? Oh, so after that I get a text from my mother saying my father was transmitted via ambulance to the hospital. and I should come to the hospital to watch him die.
Yay. My shift's over, so I do that.
It appears that, since I'm not a fucking asshole, I should stay with my father as he quite likely would perish during the two and three incipient surgeries.
NOW it appears that my company decided I had not accrued enough seniority to not be penalized for my correctly-reported abesence of two days of work.
You ever feel like you want to take an ice-pick and put it in some manager's ear?
Becuse I do.
They have one job to do, and that is to just fucking take care of it. They've been informed, I took time out of watching the fascinating spectacle of the dozen medications in varying titratons to inform the (i)HR Manager (ii) site-specific manager.
Just fucking take care of it.
I'm doing these people a favor by providing extraordinary, exemplary labor.
Just fucking taking care of it.
I have spent more time dealing with Amazon's retard bullshit than I have trying to take care of real people.
I hope they die.
Oh, and that may not have been clear: if some of you have miracle-Ear, or whatever, HR and floor managers are compensated to process exactly the correct documents I've provided.
And should they require additional documents, I fully expect they can perform the duties of your average eight-grade teacher and request those documents, as I indicated I would be happy to provide.
Goddammit I fucking hate children. Yeah, pardon my French, but you know it because I say so.
Otherwise just go behind the Home Depot and get some dipshits with SSNs who can pass a piss test.
Pieces of human garbage.
And, FTR, Ms. Denise Alexander is the manager who has failed to perform her duty, at Amazon Sortation Center DPD-01/
By all means -- she's obviously derelict by several days, therefore my civil liability is nill, and yours is none.
That bothers me that I should have spelled "nil," and not "nill," which, AFAIK is not actually a word.
Never mind.
In my old age I'm getting less adept at spelling words in various languages, but I prefer them to be spelled correctly.
You know how it is. Just the pon farr -- or the opposite, I don't remember. One of those.
ETA Actually, "nlll" is a word, going by phonemic identification. Never mind, I just like stuff to spelled correctly and shit, so, as much as I try to deny it, I might actually be a kind of nerd. I still hate nerds, though. Just on general principle.
That concludes my edit. Peace out.
nm
Well, that's a relief!Quote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
Just for fun, some names redacted:
Whatever.Quote:
Dear Sirs:
I am grateful for your response, however, I feel that I have been
informed sufficiently during my very satisfactory training,
I merely wished to confirm in written form that I will be punished,
according to Amazon.com, for assisting my father during his final
moments at the ICU at St. Vincent Hospital, in Portland, OR.
And, to confirm that, apparently, your superiors do not require
documentation, which is the second reason of my insisting on
communication with your superiors.
Please correct this error, immediately, and I shall continue as was
instructed during training, "open door" ...just fix it. Please.
Dealing with Amazon's defective DPD-1 management is not an effective
way to prepare for my shift at Tues, 13-Mar-2018 0500.
Fuck you!Quote:
Originally posted by Elendil's HeirWell, that's a relief!Quote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
Yes. that's a joke -- I don't know, first laugh of the day.
OK, don't FAQ, whatever, I thought it was funny.
Oh, and, no, while I posted that for the purposes of amusing people, that's the entire e-mail I sent to some buttfucker @ amazon HR.Quote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
Well, at least I'm right, and they're wrong.
I guess that counts for...not much, but, huh, at least I'm right.
Oh, I actually know the answer to this one: people are fucking morons.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
Let's just close the ticket on that, because, well, I'm right.
Why are the kids on the Trix commercial so cruel and why doesn't the rabbit ever get his zarking trix?
Hey, here's a stupid question: a good friend of mine from another board, named "Froody Blue Gem" is having trouble posting new content.
Starting this PM UTC-7. she and I shared a few high-quality PMs, and I can vouch for her that she's a low-bullshit, high-content poster, and I think she'd be an asset to our small group here.
Any assistance or expedition would be appreciated.
Cheers!
Jzz
Thank you so much J! ^^ You didn't have to do that but I am very grateful.
Preaching to the choir on both counts, amigo.Quote:
Originally posted by JizzelbinOh, I actually know the answer to this one: people are fucking morons.Quote:
Originally posted by Rube E. Tewesday
Let's just close the ticket on that, because, well, I'm right.
Aw, c'mon, people with defective cranial tattoos.
Where would Anglo-Pollack and American literature be without those dear fellows?
Here's one, I think some of you may have a spastic knee and say, "no way!" but I am really wondering if I can keep up this warehouse job for Amazon.
It is little exactly like picking up extremely heavy bits of cotton.
I am a cotton picker.
The one reason I want to hold on is to have access to Amazon's internal job postings, you know, so I don't forget that I actually know a good bit of network engineering, am a competent hacker in a few programming languages, and am actually more a fan of wearing adult clothes than jeans and shirts that end up soaked with sweat by the end of the shift.
However, today was my first real day off -- I permitted myself to stay awake until 2100 or so, but man, I did not want to get up.
Just all this crap in my head, the million people I've met in a few weeks -- a lot of my copickers are cool as shit. The older ones. Some of the under 30s are are funny, but I'm a little prejudiced against smartass kids talking loud about bullshit.
Shit, yeah, I can keep at it, and I should, I just wonder at what point I'm going to decide the damages to future real career vs. actual decent money+getting strong is a great enough ratio to force a decision.
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So, what is my question? (i) Can I keep it up, given my quiet, introverted nature, without having some kind of psychotic break or weird journey into an alternate self? (ii) should i keep doing it anyway, and dare them to fire me despite my extraordinary demeanor, non-shirking, hard work, and help to co-pickers?
Here's a better question: what exactly is the problem, if asked for a signature by a civilian, to (i) ask "Got a pen?" (ii) grab it with your fist and make an "x" mark at the indicated space.
I think that's gonna be my new thing.
I'll leave out the part where I suggest the assailant find the zip-ties and duck tape in my trunk and get in.
Because I'm pretty sure that last bit is not that good.
I certainly expect Amazon management would discourage it.
LOL. I wouldn't be surprised. I was just thinking more like, I don't know, some random civilian like a cop or a librarian.Quote:
Originally posted by Elendil's Heir
That is, to my possibly wrong understanding, a legal signature. You know, "one's mark."
Of course I'm just fantasizing, but now I'm thinking I might be right. Of course, a private business, like a bank or whatever, can refuse for whatever reason, but I like the idea of just doing as little as possible to aid a civilian antagonist.
Oh, I got a new one -- why do I HATE dong laundry so much? I mean, you get a fresh of clothes, but IFXl, ergh, it takes fucking forever and I just hate it. Never mind. I just hate it. Meh, I'm glad to have fresh clothes, but I fucking hate the task. Shit, I should probaably a house slave or a wives, then they could play music and do my laundry.
Meeh. Forget I said that. Just grumpy.
You know what. I fucking hate cigaretres, but I feel inspired to go buy a pack. Why?
I don't know. Seems like something to do.
Oh here's a question. So since I'm enjoined to commute by car these days, I never figured out how to manage my pipes + the ashtray in my Camry. Apparently the Japanese engineers weren't real big pipe smokers, so this ashtray is designed for the ladies.
Not real big, more for cigaretttes i guesss.
I fully expect to be pulled over, especiallly in this hippie town, for having a briar pipe stuck in my mouth constantly. However, I take Groucho's advice seriously, and take it out a lot. Also Henry Miller.
What am I going to do about this? A cop rolls lights on me for some unknown reason, sees one of my ramikins from my kitchen with a briar pipe stuck in it, and he has cause to open the trunk and find the many bodies? I can't have that!
I joke, but it's a problem.
Well, first, I hope you'll quit smoking, because we want you around here for many years to come, Jizz! That said, I've seen some people with small, beanbag-style ashtrays - the trays have sand in their soft bases so that they'll mold to the top of curved car seats, for instance, to avoid spilling ashes.
Well, thanks -- not sarcastically, I appreciate the sentiment. I do smoke my pipe pretty much too much, but it's a kind of a less bad than cigarettes, and I enjoy (not the right word) swapping tobacco for loose-leaf black tea a few times a week. It kind of cements in my mind how much is just a stupid habit it is. It's weird, but it's a project for me that I enjoy, trying to trick my brain into cultivating better habits.Quote:
Originally posted by Elendil's Heir
Yeah, I think I know those kind of ashtrays, like I think they were fashionable-ish in the 1970s and maybe later. Maybe before. Anyway, that's too much effort -- talk about a ridiculous shopping outing, going to look for a stupid ashtray.
Actually, that would be perfect. No, that's too ridiculous to go out shopping for an ashtray. Anyway, I have no idea where to buy something like that.
Well, I do have $50 credit at Walmart earned by using Bing. No, that's still ridiculous. Think of all the lighter fuel and turbo wine yeast I could buy instead! Maybe even a pair of pants!
HEY!!!!
Here's a simple question.
So, yadda, I know the standard HR rap, including at my current company.
Apparently you're not supposed to compliment people...I don't know, about their physical stuff?
I mean but what the hell? All I want to do if I ever just hang in the break room or get a drink at the same water fountain, is say "you have a really cool hairstyle -- where'd you get that idea?"
That's exactly what I'd say to a regular person -- hell, maybe even some dude -- it's not really a sexual come-on, it's just first thing I notice, and I'm curious.
Very frustrating that apparently that kind of talk is categorized the same as "nice jugs, sugartits," or "looking good, mama!"
So now the whole language is pushed back, encouraging people to be little weasels like "Hello! Nice to see you! My name is Jizz. What's yours?"
Which is bullshit, and offensive in its transparent, gauche attempt to sneak up close to some prey.
Pure bullshit.
I like to say what I mean, and I'm not trying to sneak into her front crack, like a weasel, wormy little greaseball, just say what comes to mind that isn't offensive, and maybe make her happy with a kind word.
Here's update to my stupid pipe/car problem.
I don't feel like fucking around with a camera, but I often dump my pipe tobacco on my desk into a metal (stainless steel? I don't know, some kind of metal that's somewhat shiny, in a brushed way) can, probably 1.5 quart. One of those that people put grains or other shit in for cooking -- I never use them in the kitchen, in fact, I don't know why I have those, but I'm old and I have a bunch of shit I have no idea where or why I have them.
So, I just drop my pipe in it, nestled right on top, and as a bonus it helps carry my coffee little mug the fifty feet to the car from my front door,
And, yeah, it can just on the passenger-side seat.
I'll probably start a fire in the car one of these days, but I'm somewhat careful about not throwing loose flame around. A lot safer, in my estimation than fucking cigarettes.
Meh, close enough. Works OK, and I didn't have to go shopping for gramma's old-style beanbag ashtray, although if I saw one at a thrill shop, I might (MIGHT) drop some coin on one.
Nope. My solution is adequate.
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Oh this isn't a question, just an observation. I stopped by this tavern near my route back home today. Huh. Yeah, I pretty much cross chick bartenders off my "list of conquest" -- she was nice, but they're obviously pretty guarded, probably because of their clientele. Those some hard broads.
Yeah they as a rule don't really do the whole feminine thing. Hard broads. But it's OK with me -- anyway, I don't flirt or hit on service girls. No percentage in it.
NEW QUESTION
What exactly is this forum/site about, anyway?
I've been "here" awhile and I never got around to figuring it out.
Something about writing and .... I don't even know what the subforums are about except the handful of threads I do.
It started as an angry exit from the Straight Dope Message Board. After, like, one good month, it collapsed from horrible moderating. (Sorry, What Exit, but you were frank about it.) It attempted to reinvent itself, and since a bunch of the surviving mods were writers, there was some writing stuff. Various drama, various people walking away, and now there's ....whatever this is.
Got it. Thanks.
So it's the Seinfeld of boards -- the board about nothing.
Well, it's a good one, anyway; I did know of some of the SDMB splintering.
I'll just stick to the handful of threads I'm "subscribed" to, like a good little introvert, and say thumbs to the rest, may god have mercy on your souls.
TRUE or FALSE:
A decent way to ask out a coworker is to say, "Hey, I've been noticing you don't seem that retarded. How about I buy you a drink after you get off your shift?"
Honestly, that's my smoothest line, but..it's honest and its not that nerdy.
Unless they have an actual retarded person in their family or as a close friend.
Well, then they would say so, and I can relate some of my own experiences with the mentally disabled.
And in sharing, we'll work through the pain together, and grow closer.
All right, smart guy, substitute "stupid" for "retarded" (which latter is not any longer a medical term, AFAIK, much like "moron" and "imbecile" and "mongoloid."
I have a college friend who likes to say "stupid with two 'o's."
That's not possible, but an incorrect observation is never unwelcome.
QUESTION is Ibuprofen hepatotoxic?
And if it may last for more than four hours, should I ask my doctor
Lingoquestion
Am I the only one who just now realized that the phrase "people are fucking morons" has multiple senses?
I like it.
Liver safe, kidneys not safe but better for the stomach then aspirin.Quote:
Originally posted by Jizzelbin
I don't understand the 4 hours part of the post though.
There was a wise king from ancient days, called Priapism.Quote:
Originally posted by What Exit?
Ask your doctor if Cialis is right for you, or your pet dog.
My dog tells me it's never right for him.
Is it better to tell a defective violator:
(a) I hope you die.
(b) You should kill yourself.
Very important question. Difficult, since they're equally fine, but I wonder which option has the most chance for embellishment in improvisation.
Why does a Tarantino joint have to have Samuel L. Jackson say the word "motherfucker" so much?
It's hurtful to all the motherfuckers out there!
The American Society for the Advancement of Motherfuckers has, I know, protested this loudly but no avail.
In an 8 game schedule, how many different ways can a team play its 4 home and road games?
Wait, this is a good one with an answer: let's see. Two possibilities for four choices, so 16 choices. We have two sets of four, so another 16 ways.
I think there's a name for this in probability theory, but I think that's 16*16, so (2^4)*(2*4) = (2^8) = 256.
or (2^4)(2^4)--(2^16) = 65536.
One of those is right. I think it's the first one, but I'm just grabbing an after-work beer and can barely spell my own name without drooling.
MUST ONE BE NUMERATE???? THAT IS THE QUESTION
Jizzel: I seriously doubt it’s 65k. ;). Keep the in mind: you only need 4 home games (and obviously 4 road games)
Fine! I doubted that one too, as in discarded it, but the first one, 256, could be right.Quote:
Originally posted by Erictelevision
Now that I'm at home, I can think more....drunkenly.
Well, since you know the parameters why are you asking?
The reasoning is roughly as I stated, I just have to think if there are edge cases that need discarding.
ETA this is a good one, and it's something I should be able to figure out in a second in my head....it's just not coming to me.
I think about petite brunettes being rolled to me on bread carts across a warehouse floor, slowly, and sequentially, and I have no numeracy.
Very upsetting.
Well, this one has an answer, I'm just bothered why it's not coming immediately to mind.
I'm asking because I can't determine the equation that would lead to the answer. Algebra is 15+ years in the rear window. BTW: 256 seems like a logical answer.
OK, forgive me for doing in real time -- I really should know the answer, but I have to start from the beginning.
OK, so, of the first game, for eight possible games, there's 256 possibilities.
Then for the second game, we can say that in a just world there's 128 possible answers.
And the third...64...and so forth down to one (==2^0)
So we're indexed at zero, so this needs changing. 128, 64, 32, 16, 8, 4, 2, 1
Now what to do? This is a problem because it's not a monotonic function -- the odds can change.
First game: chances/possibilities? 2^7=128.
Second game:
............
Here's where I'm getting confused in my own head. This is a good problem, and I just can't remember how to work it out.
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I will figure it out, but just in case there are any actual smart people, I'll give this a rock and roll fist smash for good measure.
ETA the answer is applying the factorial function and dividing out the odd cases, I just don't remember how to figure it out from the ground up. BUT, that's still the answer. Since we're in between probability and combinatorics, because of the varying number of choices. But, even though this should be a walk in the park, it's frustrating to me to not be able to construct it and solve it immediately.
ahem maybe if an ahem administrator would let my friend's pending posts through, I might get up and walk the three feet to a bookshelf of one of Schaum's guides on discrete math....ahem
Thanks for giving it a go!
OK since I'm still home and even genuinely drunkenly-getting (WHITE WINE!!!! yeah, a man's drink).
OK, the way to do this is:
(i) number of outcomes of first game (==2^7=128)
(ii) number of outcomes of second game MINUS/DIVIDE the number of faulty outcomes
(iii)
we can repeat until we get to the number 1 (==8-9+1, which is our zero-index, i.e., one)
NEW QUESTION WHY IS THIS SUCH A PUZZLER? IT'S FRUSTRATING -- THE METHOD IS CLEAR BUT THE ABSTRACTION IS DIFFICULT FOR ME, TO GENERALIZE.
NEW QUESTION since the last is hard and stuff
Has anyone else ever shouted across the floor of a VERY noisy warehouse, "Shut the fuck up or I'm going to fuck you in the ass, bitch" in a language other than English.
Or similar.
If not, I'd recommend it -- it's very cathartic, and nobody can hear you anyway.
(Oh, something like "Arretes-toi de ce putain d'horreur, je t'encule, putasse de petit con merde de connerrie" -- I'm not good with spelling and French is not very good for cursing, just string some vile words together and pronounce it good, is all I know). Kicking something and saying "putain d'un chien, ta mère suçera m'pene enfin, toi, petit pute de me faire chier, connasse pute." is extra credit.
I was told there would be no math....
Well, then you were told wrong!Quote:
Originally posted by Elendil's Heir
I'm still frustrated -- the method of factorial "law of multiplication" in probability/combinatorics and dividing out the dupes is right, I'd just have to look up a similar problem or think harder.
HOWEVER: WTF is the deal with people not dimming their brights in early morning/late night?
And don't even tell me about that halogen light bullshit.
Truly, once the brights hit you, it doesn't really make a difference, but still, that's just common courtesy.
Tentative conclusion: these people were born in a bar, or are drunk or some shit. Or, just plain assholes.
Fucking assholes.
Trust me, if I can do the common courtesy, then anybody can.
Maybe I can tag one of their side-view mirrors with my car and use my extensive knowledge of the backroads to evade scrutiny.
Fuckers.
ETA Oh. There's a reason I have a collapsible baton I carry with me 24/7. Just lean out the window and use it like a Lousiville slugger. And then, I don't now, I can hide it somewhere easily.
Anyone who's such a cunt to be a dick piece of crap is obviously not going to grab my plates, and my car is just a nondescript Camry.
Well, no, that's way too much effort, but I'm still right.
QUESTION
Solved, but solicit opinions.
The next person who commits a traffic violation by inappropriately honking behind me while I'm clearing the intersection, or god forbid, obeying the law by allowing the pedestrians right of way should be treated in the following way:
(i) Put my vehicle in park, and the emergency brake
(ii) exit my vehicle and approach the violator
(iii) grab a picture from two feet of their driver's side window of the violator
(iv) return to my vehicle and resume correct operation of my heavy machinery
YEAH, that wouldn't be for everybody, but at 6'3", 210 pounds, I'm not exactly afraid of some defective violator.
ETA Yes, in my state noise violations caused by heavy machinery is about a $270 fine for "no contest." And, citizens, like other civilians, are allowed to issue a violation, by going to city hall and filing the same paperwork other civilians do. It's not an optional "discretionary" right -- once the violator has been identified, there is no option but that the violator will be spending his or her day in court, or pleading nolo. It's not subject to discretion at any point -- I provide, like civilians like peace officers, testimony, and it's improbable that the violator would be able to mount a successful defense.
I should have edited -- they will receive a summons and a court date. That's not optional, once the paperwork for the violation is complete and the violator has been identified from a selection of DMV photographs.
I'm not sure, but they may be able to plead no contest and pay the fine by mail, but they will receive a summons. And if they ignore it: bench warrant.
HOWEVER, it's uncertain if stopping operation of my vehicle in a safe area itself is a violation. HOWEVER, operating a mobile device while driving is a serious offense -- even though it's not considered equally offensive as drunk driving, things are coming around, so eventually that might be fixed, such that the two offenses are treated EXACTLY as equivalent, since they are.
It is a problem, since pulling over to a safe, legal side of the road is useless, since the perp will have escaped, and, as I said, not exiting the car to photograph the perp is itself a grave violation.
But the noise violation aspect caused by wanton abuse of the horn is a serious offense -- I don't remember the maximum fine, but it's more than two-hundred and change. IIRC it's almost like five bills.
right answer @ work:
where you want:
(i) HIT ME!
(ii) GIVE IT TO ME!!!!
(iii) PAPA DON'T TAKE NO MESS -- GIVE IT ME BABY!!!!