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- Count Arioch the 28th
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I am doing no more trolling than normal for a lit course. (I feel that a teacher reads hundreds upon hundreds of mediocre reports and essays that say the same damn thing. The internet calls it trolling, I call it contrarian writing
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In this moment, I am Ur-phoric. Not because of any phony god’s blessing. But because, I am enlightened by my int score.
I make it a point to only write papers with theses that I think are completely insane when writing for lit classes, just to see if I can back up my completely wrong premise.Count Arioch the 28th wrote:I am doing no more trolling than normal for a lit course. (I feel that a teacher reads hundreds upon hundreds of mediocre reports and essays that say the same damn thing. The internet calls it trolling, I call it contrarian writing)
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Yeah, my first year in high school lit, instead of our first book report, I wrote an essay on why our class shouldn't have book reports.
When that resulted in a good grade and no more book reports for the class, I kept that attitude up.
Here at Evergreen, when they assign books to read, they even tell you how to read them - first page, last page, chapter headings, contextual information (author profiles, excerpts/summaries from the book flaps), and something akin to the Wikipedia page or Cliff Notes. The "proof" that you actually read the book comes if you can speak intelligently on the book's subject matter.
Gotta love it.
When that resulted in a good grade and no more book reports for the class, I kept that attitude up.
Here at Evergreen, when they assign books to read, they even tell you how to read them - first page, last page, chapter headings, contextual information (author profiles, excerpts/summaries from the book flaps), and something akin to the Wikipedia page or Cliff Notes. The "proof" that you actually read the book comes if you can speak intelligently on the book's subject matter.
Gotta love it.
My son makes me laugh. Maybe he'll make you laugh, too.
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That's probably where my success came from. I said that Tess of the d'Urberville was just a blunt vehicle for the author's opinions on politics and religion. And went on to cite passages and events in the book.
In this moment, I am Ur-phoric. Not because of any phony god’s blessing. But because, I am enlightened by my int score.
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I feel domesticated.
normally I have about 2-3 beers or 1 hard drink a week.
It's summer and I've already been through 2 cases + several margaritas with friends. THis was all in the last week.
I remember when a case of beer was a weekend's worth of fun in college...
*HIC*
normally I have about 2-3 beers or 1 hard drink a week.
It's summer and I've already been through 2 cases + several margaritas with friends. THis was all in the last week.
I remember when a case of beer was a weekend's worth of fun in college...
*HIC*
Ancient History wrote:We were working on Street Magic, and Frank asked me if a houngan had run over my dog.
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My mom is (halfway jokingly) trying to get me to ask her dentist out on a date.
I'm flattered that she thinks so highly of my ability with the ladies, but I don't think I have enough swagger to convince a rich dentist that going out with a loser who works in a box store is worth her time.
I'm flattered that she thinks so highly of my ability with the ladies, but I don't think I have enough swagger to convince a rich dentist that going out with a loser who works in a box store is worth her time.
In this moment, I am Ur-phoric. Not because of any phony god’s blessing. But because, I am enlightened by my int score.
Detailed post about toilet in spoiler - beware.
Ugh, woke up to the sound of a clogged and leaking downstairs toilet. The plunger didn't do anything. So I used the old fashioned method of hot water. This worked but as the toilet was already overflowing, I had to do some emergency cleaning control by using the only available container to empty the toilet of the water. A smart water bottle.
In retrospect, I'm surprised that i could hear the downstairs toilet through several closed doors, some loud ass fans, and the strong outside breeze.
In retrospect, I'm surprised that i could hear the downstairs toilet through several closed doors, some loud ass fans, and the strong outside breeze.
Ancient History wrote:We were working on Street Magic, and Frank asked me if a houngan had run over my dog.
No, no. I felt domesticated. I was inebriated at the time of the post. I felt domesticated because I've gone from the college kid who could drink a case or more of beer and just getting buzzed. These days, as a parent and a "responsible" member of society, I don't drink as much. So I basically get drunk of 3-5 beers.Koumei wrote:I think you mean inebriated.Cynic wrote:I feel domesticated.
That was the reason I used the word domesticated. I suppose it doesn't really fit what I meant but you'll have to excuse me. I was quite inebriated.
Ancient History wrote:We were working on Street Magic, and Frank asked me if a houngan had run over my dog.
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I've been in the same boat for several years now. Oddly enough, I was talking to a coworker at lunch yesterday who was admitting to the same thing.Cynic wrote:I felt domesticated because I've gone from the college kid who could drink a case or more of beer and just getting buzzed. These days, as a parent and a "responsible" member of society, I don't drink as much. So I basically get drunk of 3-5 beers.
On the plus side, I can make a 12 pack last a bit longer and save money. On the downside, my 22 year old brother and 24 year old sister make fun of me if we go drinking.
Its happening to me as well.RobbyPants wrote:I've been in the same boat for several years now. Oddly enough, I was talking to a coworker at lunch yesterday who was admitting to the same thing.Cynic wrote:I felt domesticated because I've gone from the college kid who could drink a case or more of beer and just getting buzzed. These days, as a parent and a "responsible" member of society, I don't drink as much. So I basically get drunk of 3-5 beers.
On the plus side, I can make a 12 pack last a bit longer and save money. On the downside, my 22 year old brother and 24 year old sister make fun of me if we go drinking.Of course, I was also up the earliest and least hung over the next day
In 2007, I went out for my birthday determined to call it a night at midnight because I had a job interview at noon the next day.
I did indeed leave the bar at midnight having done 11 shots of Turkey 101. I was at the interview early and ended up getting the job because I interviewed so well.
These days, 2-3 drinks = done for me. I also don't do shots unless I just have to.
Game On,
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These days the only things I can really drink a lot of is wine. I really can finish up a bottle of wine at home on a good dinner / evening. Otherwise my drinking is generally reduced. I don't mind a few "shots" of scotch or tequila, but they are consumed slowly over the course of a few hours.
Jäger still has a special appeal to me, but it needs to be the dead of winter, with snow outside, and then one shot at the most, because then, there is a difference between a Jäger shot and another Jäger shot (as in there is no difference and since you just had one, the appeal is lost).
Jäger still has a special appeal to me, but it needs to be the dead of winter, with snow outside, and then one shot at the most, because then, there is a difference between a Jäger shot and another Jäger shot (as in there is no difference and since you just had one, the appeal is lost).
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I'm in a similarly structured grad class right now. I keep wanting to edit posts in addition to cuss and swear at dumbasses.Count Arioch the 28th wrote:
EDIT: On a less disgusting note, I seem to be slamming through two lit courses at once fairly handily. The whole thing is based on forum posts! I have been doing that for years. Hard part is reducing the swearing and the internet memes.
Game On,
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Heh, great news. My parents had a huge amount of trouble toilet training me. I knew how to use the toilet and why, but when my mum would put me in underpants and trousers I would go upstairs, take off my clothes, put diapers on myself, and put trousers back on. For a couple of weeks.
I finally started actually using the toilet when they had my dad use the toilet right in front of me to try and get me to emulate him.
I finally started actually using the toilet when they had my dad use the toilet right in front of me to try and get me to emulate him.
My biggest problem with potty training has been a lack of communication. As I know I've mentioned before, he just doesn't talk much, so he won't tell anyone he has to go to the bathroom.
Success came when I realized that gradually getting him to use the toilet wasn't going to work. No pants at all became house policy with timers to remind us to take him to the bathroom every hour (he fortunately doesn't go while he's asleep because he hates being wet, so there's no hold-up there). That's totally worked, and when we're out and about, we do the same thing to avoid accidents.
I knew we were on the right track, though, when he actually asked to go while we were in Costco.
At 2 1/2, he's taken the longest in the family to potty train - my siblings and I were all done before the age of 2. But there was no way on earth that I was going to wait until age 3 to start.
Success came when I realized that gradually getting him to use the toilet wasn't going to work. No pants at all became house policy with timers to remind us to take him to the bathroom every hour (he fortunately doesn't go while he's asleep because he hates being wet, so there's no hold-up there). That's totally worked, and when we're out and about, we do the same thing to avoid accidents.
I knew we were on the right track, though, when he actually asked to go while we were in Costco.
At 2 1/2, he's taken the longest in the family to potty train - my siblings and I were all done before the age of 2. But there was no way on earth that I was going to wait until age 3 to start.
My son makes me laugh. Maybe he'll make you laugh, too.
Well done!
Our youngest has completed potty training some time ago, but with the advent of winter is having trouble getting up at night
Too much washing now needs to be done.
Our youngest has completed potty training some time ago, but with the advent of winter is having trouble getting up at night
Too much washing now needs to be done.
King Francis I's Mother said wrote:The love between the kings was not just of the beard, but of the heart
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I was potty trained before my second year. I was reading simple books by 3 1/2, tutoring high school kids in algebra at 5 and reading on a college level at 6. You'd think that would translate into some sort of success on my part, but you'd be wrong
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I feel torn right now. I have managed to save about $100 to go to Sweden. (the hotel room, plus 3 meals a day while I'm there is paid for already). On one hand, that's a pathetic amount of money to save in two months and I feel ashamed. On the other hand, I had to pay a large sum to the Student Loan people to get them to play ball, had to get my tires replaced on my car due to tire damage, plus made progress on several old debts to hospitals.
I guess considering my income and what happened in May, the fact that I'm walking out with $100 is a triumph. But I'm still annoying because even with things being paid for, $100 will NOT go far in Scandinavia.
I feel torn right now. I have managed to save about $100 to go to Sweden. (the hotel room, plus 3 meals a day while I'm there is paid for already). On one hand, that's a pathetic amount of money to save in two months and I feel ashamed. On the other hand, I had to pay a large sum to the Student Loan people to get them to play ball, had to get my tires replaced on my car due to tire damage, plus made progress on several old debts to hospitals.
I guess considering my income and what happened in May, the fact that I'm walking out with $100 is a triumph. But I'm still annoying because even with things being paid for, $100 will NOT go far in Scandinavia.
In this moment, I am Ur-phoric. Not because of any phony god’s blessing. But because, I am enlightened by my int score.
So, I had a good day today. Went to the Naval Aviation Machine on a ride-along, and I found my new favorite restaurant on earth.
McGuire's Irish Pub in Pensacola, Florida.
Ye. Fucking. Gods. That place is a blast. They advertise themselves like this: (huge picture, so be warned)
In a very sly, sort of way, too.
The table I was at was in the wine room. It had a window viewing the doors of the bathroom in the hallway.
See, the bathrooms signs were like this:
------------->.......... <---------------
Men...................Women
The men's restroom's sign had pointing finger and word Women
The women's sign was similarly equipped.
Which means drunks or inobservant people will open the door and get halfway inside before they realize the error. And sort of cautiously back away.
The place also lets you sign a dollar bill, and they'll put it on the ceiling.
I asked the lady at the gift shop.
She said they hit 1.3 million dollars recently.
Holy hell.
If you're ever around Pensacola, Florida, go there. The food's as good as the atmosphere (not every room is as loud as the front rooms).
McGuire's Irish Pub in Pensacola, Florida.
Ye. Fucking. Gods. That place is a blast. They advertise themselves like this: (huge picture, so be warned)
In a very sly, sort of way, too.
The table I was at was in the wine room. It had a window viewing the doors of the bathroom in the hallway.
See, the bathrooms signs were like this:
------------->.......... <---------------
Men...................Women
The men's restroom's sign had pointing finger and word Women
The women's sign was similarly equipped.
Which means drunks or inobservant people will open the door and get halfway inside before they realize the error. And sort of cautiously back away.
The place also lets you sign a dollar bill, and they'll put it on the ceiling.

She said they hit 1.3 million dollars recently.
Holy hell.
If you're ever around Pensacola, Florida, go there. The food's as good as the atmosphere (not every room is as loud as the front rooms).
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He jumps like a damned dragoon, and charges into battle fighting rather insane monsters with little more than his bare hands and rather nasty spell effects conjured up solely through knowledge and the local plantlife. He unerringly knows where his goal lies, he breathes underwater and is untroubled by space travel, seems to have no limits to his actual endurance and favors killing his enemies by driving both boots square into their skull. His agility is unmatched, and his strength legendary, able to fling about a turtle shell big enough to contain a man with enough force to barrel down a near endless path of unfortunates.
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!
I'll actually be passing through Pensacola in a few days. Just back from L.A., and now heading to Tampa.
It's odd, every year I go on I-110 twice in a period of a couple days (my L.A. trip and Tampa trip are always close), even though the roads are 3000 miles apart.
It's odd, every year I go on I-110 twice in a period of a couple days (my L.A. trip and Tampa trip are always close), even though the roads are 3000 miles apart.
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Consider it recommended with everything short of mugging you, propping you at a table, and using the proceeds to pay for the food. Gregory street, although the power of google will be a help. Just be sure to bring along about thirty bucks.Doom wrote:I'll actually be passing through Pensacola in a few days. Just back from L.A., and now heading to Tampa.
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He jumps like a damned dragoon, and charges into battle fighting rather insane monsters with little more than his bare hands and rather nasty spell effects conjured up solely through knowledge and the local plantlife. He unerringly knows where his goal lies, he breathes underwater and is untroubled by space travel, seems to have no limits to his actual endurance and favors killing his enemies by driving both boots square into their skull. His agility is unmatched, and his strength legendary, able to fling about a turtle shell big enough to contain a man with enough force to barrel down a near endless path of unfortunates.
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!