Random Rants LIII: F My Life

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"To foreigners, a Yankee is an American.
To Americans, a Yankee is a Northerner.
To Northerners, a Yankee is an Easterner.
To Easterners, a Yankee is a New Englander.
To New Englanders, a Yankee is a Vermonter.
And in Vermont, a Yankee is somebody who eats pie for breakfast."

e.b. white

And to most people outside of New York, a Yankee is a member of a baseball team that we despise and is usually appended with a swear word, e.g., "Damn Yankees"
 
And cybrxhan takes the new thread.
 
My programming assignment fell apart in the last minute and I had to spend 10-12 hours writing code non-stop to make a version that did not entirely suck and get a middling grade. This was on top of not sleeping for 40+ hours. I feel completely disgusted with everything now.
I feel like you are the poet of my heart.
Because this is exactly what I felt after similar circumstances cumulated.

In my case - I only had a very flimsy knowledge of a topic I was to present on the next day at midday. Ahead of me where some academic reading and transferring it into a presentation which would be a major part of my grade for that class. On me was already some sleep-deprivation.
The dumbstruck I am I talked myself into hoping for a miracle and going out for the night. In the end I worked 13 hours straight through the night. My presentation was "good" according to the guy judging it. Which is nice. But I hated it. I hated my presentation. I hated myself. I hated the world. And most of all I hated my rotten presentation which is not even close to my own standards - making it all the more painful to have myself be told that it was "good".
I wanted to scream at him "Good?! GOOOD?! This is the product of a freaking idiot thinking he can turn the world around in a night. This is the very symbol of arrogance and negligence. This is S***!"
Instead I half-heartedly smiled and somehow coordinated myself all the way to my apartment.

The good part - all this disgust magically goes down after finally getting some sleep.
 
"To foreigners, a Yankee is an American.
To Americans, a Yankee is a Northerner.
To Northerners, a Yankee is an Easterner.
To Easterners, a Yankee is a New Englander.
To New Englanders, a Yankee is a Vermonter.
And in Vermont, a Yankee is somebody who eats pie for breakfast."

e.b. white


I'm a New Englander, and don't think yankee applies only to people from Vermont. :smug:
 
I wouldn't find it a really big deal if New York is commonly used to refer to the US.

I sure as hell would. New York is 3000 miles away and in no way represents who I am as a person.
 
I can't get the soggy mildew smell to stay the hell away from my hand towels. I've even boiled them and soaked them in vinegar and the damn smell just keeps coming back.
 
Yeah. You might be stuck with it. Buy some new ones. And make sure you keep them as dry as possible. Which is difficult, I know, when you use them to dry your hands on. But an airing cupboard helps for when you've washed them and dried them out as much as you can on a radiator, or something.

Or you could try sticking them in a freezer for a day or two. They say that will kill a lot of micro-organisms.
 
Leave them out in the sun for an entire day.
And cybrxhan takes the new thread.
He'd better start one soon, or else it reverts to poster ϡϟθʹ in the numeral system of the Roman Empire, which would be #999 in modern Indo-Arabic numerals.
 
The crude caveman-like system of using scratch marks for keeping account of things was thankfully superseded by the more civilised numbers of the Γραικοι.
 
I heard people as far east as Enschede refer to the country as Holland. :dunno:
 
Posting in an old rants thread after the creation of a new rants thread?

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I heard people as far east as Enschede refer to the country as Holland. :dunno:

Well, Enschede is as much part of Holland as Perth is part of England, as any true Hollander (like me) would say.

True Hollanders are Hollanders. Just like true Scotsman are Scottish.
 
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