Random Rantii VIII: When will Latin DIE?

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I didn't make any freakin' money last night! It was so dead! I made like $15/hr including tips... I only made $43 in tips... :mad: :mad: :mad:
 
I can't figure out how to determine where the highest value is in an array.

And I can't figure out how to park a car right. The fact that my dad would rather just pull me out and do it himself doesn't help.

I don't think I'll ever be able to drive solo. I scare very easily and lose my nerve quickly and I can't learn since the only one who has time to teach me doesn't have any patience.

Which means I'll never be able to leave this . .. .. .. .ing house for even a short time on my own without relying on the crappy mass transit system.
 
I can't figure out how to determine where the highest value is in an array.

And I can't figure out how to park a car right. The fact that my dad would rather just pull me out and do it himself doesn't help.

I don't think I'll ever be able to drive solo. I scare very easily and lose my nerve quickly and I can't learn since the only one who has time to teach me doesn't have any patience.

Which means I'll never be able to leave this . .. .. .. .ing house for even a short time on my own without relying on the crappy mass transit system.

When driving a car, there's a difference between cautious and timid. Aim for the first and not the second.
 
When driving a car, there's a difference between cautious and timid. Aim for the first and not the second.

How? I am most certainly timid especially when parking or backing up. It doesn't help my stupid car has a parabolic shape making it difficult to see where it ends.
 
How? I am most certainly timid especially when parking or backing up. It doesn't help my stupid car has a parabolic shape making it difficult to see where it ends.

You are in control of a large machine. A small mistake could injure someone or do a lot of costly damage. Careful is learning to handle that machine in a way that minimizes that risk. Timid, on the other hand, is operating that machine in a manner that is like you are afraid of it. And if you are, you are hesitant at the wrong times or jerky and uneven in your movements. That actually increases your odds of making a mistake that cause an accident. Either yourself, or because your hesitant actions confuse another driver and cause them to make a mistake.

So you need to lose the fear and keep the care. That's actually something of the opposite problem many young men have of being overconfident. But you learn confidence by doing. So keep at it. Decide what you are going to do, and execute it like you were taught.

It's hard to teach someone to drive with a few paragraphs. :p It's hard to pick the right words to use. But to a large extent confidence is the key and you need to work on that.

As far as where the ends are, you lust need to learn to estimate where they are and leave yourself enough room.
 
Hm? That shouldn't be hard, just create a "max" variable to store the location of the highest element as you check every one.

Thanks! Though I needed to find out which element was the highest not just the highest value.

I did it by including a number that would count along with the for loop until the if hit the highest one. Then I added 1 in order to account for the array counting from zero.
 
I think I figured out why T3 sucked!

See it's all about the perception of a merciless killing robot from the future that is exclusively single minded about his mission, he doesn't care who he kills.

T1 had the robot killing random women and decimating an entire police station. T2 had the robot killing truck drivers, shooting mall employees, and dispatching mental asylum workers and foster parents with cruel impunity.

T3 had the impression of that rich lady being killed but we don't see it. Otherwise, nothing. There was the bit at the end with the robots killing the scientists but the movie is about the antagonist's disregard for human life, not the other robots.
 
4 blind orphan innocent infant children with golden curls and cherubic faces who lost their parents due to cancer caused by ozone depletion and the orphanage fell down, caught on fire, exploded, and was flooded all at the same time, while it was cold and wintry outside and the blind orphan innocent infant children with golden curls and cherubic faces were forced to scrounge for food from trash can's on the street and whore themselves out to STD afflicted stranger's for money while the elite upperclassman laughed at them from their luxury cars and mansions and occasionally threw orange peels at them so they could fight over it like animals for the aristocrats amusement. And were forced to watch full house re-runs because the stupidity and the blank, emotionless faces of the (now STD afflicted) Olsen twins and the homosexual antics of everyone else on the show made the 4 blind orphan innocent infant children with golden curls and cherubic faces who lost their parents due to cancer caused by ozone depletion feel better about themselves.
 
I'm at a crossroads of sorts. To the left of me, is a blonde willing to do all sorts of perverted fantasies with me. To the right, a brunette I've lead to believe I want a serious relationship with her. Now the madness is bouncing between my brain and my skull, dwelling in some thin layer of nothing, trying to get into my brain and it's slowly succeeding. I've dreamt the blond will kill me with a knife in the kitchen. I've dreamt that I will get the brunette preggnorz. Each seems a terrifying thought. Now I dont know which to chose, if any. The dark side in me tells me to play with them both, see how long I can juggle them and I'm sorely tempted for reasons unknown except a terrible yearning I cannot explain. The light side screams at me 'Fool boy, ditch the blonde and get on with the brunette. It's what you always wanted even if you denied it, ran from it so many times.' The two sides clash and I want to do is laugh manically and tear out my long hair which is probably, at least partly why I am here at this point. And so I'm here typing nonsense, making black-white words appear on a crystal liquid display like magic of sorts. I honestly dont know what to do anymore...
 
I'm at a crossroads of sorts. To the left of me, is a blonde willing to do all sorts of perverted fantasies with me. To the right, a brunette I've lead to believe I want a serious relationship with her. Now the madness is bouncing between my brain and my skull, dwelling in some thin layer of nothing, trying to get into my brain and it's slowly succeeding. I've dreamt the blond will kill me with a knife in the kitchen. I've dreamt that I will get the brunette preggnorz. Each seems a terrifying thought. Now I dont know which to chose, if any. The dark side in me tells me to play with them both, see how long I can juggle them and I'm sorely tempted for reasons unknown except a terrible yearning I cannot explain. The light side screams at me 'Fool boy, ditch the blonde and get on with the brunette. It's what you always wanted even if you denied it, ran from it so many times.' The two sides clash and I want to do is laugh manically and tear out my long hair which is probably, at least partly why I am here at this point. And so I'm here typing nonsense, making black-white words appear on a crystal liquid display like magic of sorts. I honestly dont know what to do anymore...

I'd say just go straight on and forget both of them... Harsh but true, I'm afraid.
 
Flip a coin. :)
 
How old are you less then 25 go with blondie over 25 go with the brunette.
 
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