Random Rants : Pissed tae th' gills

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I'm pretty sure that's absolutely the real reason for your rant :p.

I like to have a couple weeks to plot out an essay, and have time to edit it and what-not. Giving me a week basically means I have to turn in a rough-draft as my final paper.
 
I like to have a couple weeks to plot out an essay, and have time to edit it and what-not. Giving me a week basically means I have to turn in a rough-draft as my final paper.

My collegiate papers were largely substandard for this reason--I didn't have enough time to edit and perfect them. Hated it.
 
I don't really write many papers but pretty much everything I turn in is rough draftish

I really hope whatever is wrong with my code is a quick fix, but probably could be a fix in 30 minutes or 10 hours. who knows.
 
:lol:
Use the train, don't be so cheap ;).

It was a trip organised by the Erasmus student organisation - 90EU for the bus there and back, three nights accommodation, day-trip to Potsdam (and far too much free alcohol, which as said, exacerbated the problem).

Oh, it's not only electronics. Better get used to it.

I'm used to it here, but Munich makes no claim to being a modern city; it seems rather proud of the fact that it's stuck in the 20th century. In Berlin, I expected something else. I mean, it's a city where the supermarkets open on Sundays, and don't close until midnight the rest of the week (something which should not be amazing, but is). My friend and I searched through a shopping centre near the Zoologischer Garten and then one near Potsdamer Platz, both of which contained many open eateries, but the Saturns in both were shuttered up. I still had my earphones, but my friend had lost his, and thus had nothing with which to block out the sound of Spaniards (and Greeks) for the entire extended journey back. I wasn't sure if God was testing him, or punishing him.
 
At least they weren't noisily having sex. I had a Greek girl living above me at uni and it was immediately apparent when she had just enjoyed herself.
 
...no problem if she's good looking...

One of my friends is too busy and never has time :(.
And not even her fault, so I can't be angry about it :(.

-> I should now be happy that she has time, but I have to say it's rather inconvenient that I have to dig out a suitable recipe today, have to go shopping tomorrow morning, and have only 1.5 hours to cook :gripe:.

I like to have a couple weeks to plot out an essay, and have time to edit it and what-not. Giving me a week basically means I have to turn in a rough-draft as my final paper.

And you're totally concerned about the quality, and not about the stress for you ^^.

I mean, it's a city where the supermarkets open on Sundays, and don't close until midnight the rest of the week (something which should not be amazing, but is).

Oh, really?
Didn't know that.
In that case your rant seems to be legitimate :).
 
Another rant I've made before that warrants repeating: I cannot stand it when people are jerks to each other during a debate. When you're in an argument/debate/disagreement/discussion with someone, don't be rude. You might think it feels good or makes you look clever, but it will not convince your opponent to change their mind. If you're rude to them, they won't apologize for disagreeing with your awesome wisdom or bow down and lick your boots. They'll get angry at you, dig in their heels, and become much less likely to agree with you. In short, rudeness backfires every time. I know I can be guilty of it myself at times; we all are. But it's a foolish tactic that does more harm than good to you, and yet people resort to it constantly. It's infuriating.

I don't agree.

I have found that when people resort to being rude to me, it generally means their arguments are lacking in sense, even to them.

Additionally, not giving into the natural urge to respond in kind is a very, very useful exercise for me.

This may seem strange. But it's true. To the extent that I'm really rather disappointed when I don't get the opportunity for this exercise.

Go on! Hurl some abuse at me. I know you want to. ;)

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Actually, it's me that wants you to. In a strange, friendly kind of way.
 
Your mother was a hamster.
 
No! She wasn't!

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Though she did look a bit like one, I'll admit.

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And at night she used to act all funny near a tread mill.
 
Do you even silly walk?
 
I don't agree.

I have found that when people resort to being rude to me, it generally means their arguments are lacking in sense, even to them.

Additionally, not giving into the natural urge to respond in kind is a very, very useful exercise for me.

This may seem strange. But it's true. To the extent that I'm really rather disappointed when I don't get the opportunity for this exercise.

Go on! Hurl some abuse at me. I know you want to. ;)

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Actually, it's me that wants you to. In a strange, friendly kind of way.

I disagree with your disagreement. I've seen smart people make valid arguments in a way that's rude enough to make me want to disregard them, you snotty-faced heap of parrot droppings. Your type makes me puke, you vacuous, stuffy-nosed, malodorous PERVERT!
 
I disagree with your disagreement. I've seen smart people make valid arguments in a way that's rude enough to make me want to disregard them, you snotty-faced heap of parrot droppings. Your type makes me puke, you vacuous, stuffy-nosed, malodorous PERVERT!
:lol:

No. This won't do. I have to be convinced you're seriously trying to abuse me.
 
I don't know. I don't live in Wales. I expect it's raining, as usual.
 
Ah! So where do you live again Mr. B?
 
Not Wales. Though I've nothing against Wales. Apart from the almost incessant rain. It honestly does rain quite a lot there.
 
Well, if you aren't going to play along with this one, then I'll have to use my fall back plan of impugning your ability to garden.
 
Oh, it's not only electronics. Better get used to it.
It's Germany, the only important things are the beer supply, the sausage supply and the mustard supply.
At least they weren't noisily having sex. I had a Greek girl living above me at uni and it was immediately apparent when she had just enjoyed herself.
Girls can do that too?
Ah! So where do you live again Mr. B?
In a place where people drive on the wrong side of the road. Discuss.
 
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