gay_Aleks
from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free!
Some slave girls would be probably useful for overcoming that writer's bloc. If nothing else, they'd make me feel less awful.
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Owning slaves would make you feel less awful?
gay_Aleks
from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free!
That's too much order for Bulgaria. No, black in Bulgaria isn't white. It's more like violet-brown or blue-gold.
Narz
keeping it real
Oh please, probably less than 10% of the impact of cows or even chicken.
gay_Aleks
from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free!
Everyone forgets goats. Goats are excellent in creating deserts.
Narz
keeping it real
They have more personality than cows though.
Since I'm here I'd rant but my rants aren't very funny, more depressing so I'll abstain.
Since I'm here I'd rant but my rants aren't very funny, more depressing so I'll abstain.
Well, yes, I did. I would also like to point out that my imagination is not influenced by the scenes of Jabba's palace and retinue in Return of the Jedi, a film which I watched today.
...snk!?
Did someone say slave girls?
Kennigit
proud 2 boxer
funny enough, I tried to do machete ordeer of SW this weekend and just did 4 5 2 3 didn't make it to 6. I had some rants in stock but I've forgotten them. Which is good!
Snerk
Smeghead
HEMA sparring sounds awesome. Just learned that there's a club in my town. I wish I'd done that when I was younger instead of football!
Definitely need to find out if anything like that is going on in NL.
More ontopic: Realized that I probably have to work between Christmas and new year's eve.
Because additionally to the one project, which is choking to death on its own complexity for a few months npw, and my new project, for which I don't posses a rat's arse of expertise (exaggeration, not that bad), I'll most likely get new data for a totally unrelated project at some point between end of January and end of February.
More ontopic: Realized that I probably have to work between Christmas and new year's eve.
Because additionally to the one project, which is choking to death on its own complexity for a few months npw, and my new project, for which I don't posses a rat's arse of expertise (exaggeration, not that bad), I'll most likely get new data for a totally unrelated project at some point between end of January and end of February.
shadowplay
your ad here
Cashiers who put the change on the counter instead of in your hand.
Maybe cashiers who do that used to work in a casino. Most casinos have rules for their dealers that they cannot directly accept money/chips from or give money/chips to a gambler. Any money or chips exchanged must be placed on the table first.
And you write to us at CFC without touching the keyboard or looking at the screen?
So today I picked up a tray of hot food and walked all around the cafe to find its order number. I could not find it so I had to put it back. I checked the queue, and the customer with the order number I was looking for was still there :x
MagisterCultuum
Great Sage
I got up early this morning to meet a couple people from Habitat to prepare the work site for this Saturday. We were supposed to install the soffit, and the windows too if they arrived soon enough, so the volunteers could finish the siding this weekend.
They never arrived. (When I got home I found an email written about half an hour after I arrived onsite suggested we meet there tomorrow instead.)
There was a contractor there dealing with drainage, and a couple of his workers who did not understand much English.
The guy with the stump grinder had already come and gone, but he left behind the portion of the stump that was problematic, as it was too close to the house to let us install the bottom row of siding properly.
I decided that while I waited for the others I would go ahead and try to cut back enough of that stump so it wouldn't be a problem.
Just as I was starting to make some progress that contractor left to pick up lunch. I foolishly kept going without him, and then had an accident.
I lost control of the circular saw just long enough for it to cut into the inside of my right leg about 6 inches above my knee.
It was not a deep wound and did not hit any major vein or artery (I doubt I lost more than about a tablespoon of blood), but was bad enough to necessitate a trip to the ER.
(It also ruined a nice pair khaki pants which I got on clearance just before Thanksgiving and had not even washed yet.)
The other two people left on site did not speak enough English to understand that anything was wrong.
I checked out the first aid kit on site, but it did not have anything big enough for my wound. I considered driving myself to the hospital, but then started feeling lightheaded.
I called home, and mom called 911 for me and had the dispatcher call me.
I really did not want to spend money on an ambulance, and was relieved when one fellow Habitat volunteer drove up and offered to drive me instead.
The contractor then came back, and patched me up with his more advanced first aid kit before that other volunteer drove me to the ER.
As we were leaving the subdivision we passed a firetruck and got a call back from 911 who said she had sent it for me, but could cancel and (I think) not make me pay for it.
There was a longer wait in the ER than I would like, but not as bad as I feared.
I ended up getting 13 stitches, a tetanus booster shot (although I'm pretty sure I had one 5 years ago and they should last for 10), a prescription for an antibiotic and high dose ibuprophen, and instructions not to exert myself for a couple days so I don't break a stitch before it heals.
(I actually seemed to have really good rapport with the Physician Assistant Student who sewed the sutures. I wonder if it would be a good idea to ask her out? We have already discussed more than many couples would on a first date, while my pants were off and her face was inches from my crotch. I did not get her contact information, but did remember her name and found her on both LinkedIn and Facebook. She is 2 years older than me and definitely single, although she mentioned there was no time for romance during medical school and that she would probably try to move closer to her parents' in Colorado when she graduates in 6 months. She is hot, but the tall thin blonde sort I don't usually favor. In some of her Facebook pictures she looks like a young Ann Coulter wearing too much makeup, although in person she reminded me more of Jewel Staite.)
They never arrived. (When I got home I found an email written about half an hour after I arrived onsite suggested we meet there tomorrow instead.)
There was a contractor there dealing with drainage, and a couple of his workers who did not understand much English.
The guy with the stump grinder had already come and gone, but he left behind the portion of the stump that was problematic, as it was too close to the house to let us install the bottom row of siding properly.
I decided that while I waited for the others I would go ahead and try to cut back enough of that stump so it wouldn't be a problem.
Just as I was starting to make some progress that contractor left to pick up lunch. I foolishly kept going without him, and then had an accident.
I lost control of the circular saw just long enough for it to cut into the inside of my right leg about 6 inches above my knee.
It was not a deep wound and did not hit any major vein or artery (I doubt I lost more than about a tablespoon of blood), but was bad enough to necessitate a trip to the ER.
(It also ruined a nice pair khaki pants which I got on clearance just before Thanksgiving and had not even washed yet.)
The other two people left on site did not speak enough English to understand that anything was wrong.
I checked out the first aid kit on site, but it did not have anything big enough for my wound. I considered driving myself to the hospital, but then started feeling lightheaded.
I called home, and mom called 911 for me and had the dispatcher call me.
I really did not want to spend money on an ambulance, and was relieved when one fellow Habitat volunteer drove up and offered to drive me instead.
The contractor then came back, and patched me up with his more advanced first aid kit before that other volunteer drove me to the ER.
As we were leaving the subdivision we passed a firetruck and got a call back from 911 who said she had sent it for me, but could cancel and (I think) not make me pay for it.
There was a longer wait in the ER than I would like, but not as bad as I feared.
I ended up getting 13 stitches, a tetanus booster shot (although I'm pretty sure I had one 5 years ago and they should last for 10), a prescription for an antibiotic and high dose ibuprophen, and instructions not to exert myself for a couple days so I don't break a stitch before it heals.
(I actually seemed to have really good rapport with the Physician Assistant Student who sewed the sutures. I wonder if it would be a good idea to ask her out? We have already discussed more than many couples would on a first date, while my pants were off and her face was inches from my crotch. I did not get her contact information, but did remember her name and found her on both LinkedIn and Facebook. She is 2 years older than me and definitely single, although she mentioned there was no time for romance during medical school and that she would probably try to move closer to her parents' in Colorado when she graduates in 6 months. She is hot, but the tall thin blonde sort I don't usually favor. In some of her Facebook pictures she looks like a young Ann Coulter wearing too much makeup, although in person she reminded me more of Jewel Staite.)
Phrossack
Armored Fish and Armored Men
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^ Well, that certainly sucks. Could have been a lot worse, at least.
Rant: I'm amazed and appalled at the high requirements for all the unpaid internships I'm looking at. If I have to jump through this many hoops just to get into a position that isn't even paid, is it even possible for me to ever get a paying job? The only position I'm probably qualified for, teaching English in Germany, is paid but would paradoxically cost me thousands in flight tickets, housing, and training. Paying to have a job and fighting for unpaid internships with no hope of making money in any non-military job seem like not only my prospects but those of a lot of people my age in the coming decades.
Rant: I'm amazed and appalled at the high requirements for all the unpaid internships I'm looking at. If I have to jump through this many hoops just to get into a position that isn't even paid, is it even possible for me to ever get a paying job? The only position I'm probably qualified for, teaching English in Germany, is paid but would paradoxically cost me thousands in flight tickets, housing, and training. Paying to have a job and fighting for unpaid internships with no hope of making money in any non-military job seem like not only my prospects but those of a lot of people my age in the coming decades.
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