Random Rants Q': I protest against subtitles

[The_J]

Second time I see my GF this year. Last time I fell sick, this time she got sick.
Just great .

 

[Kyriakos]

I am waiting for the monkey virus. Also, it seems that kids just don't care at all; by now I see at least a couple in each bus that don't bother to wear masks.

 

[Sarin]

I Thank you! Everyone else has been insisting it's no big deal, what's the fuss, and they've even tried to tell me it doesn't matter because there's no way to tell that Chani is even connected to Liet-Kynes (and they wouldn't budge even after I posted the relevant clip from the Lynch movie and stated that the dialogue is directly from the novel: "I am Chani, daughter of Liet").

Fact: "Liet" is Kynes' Fremen name, and he married into Stilgar's tribe. Liet-Kynes was married to Stilgar's sister, meaning Chani is Stilgar's niece. Chani's mother died some time before the opening events of the novel, so Kynes' death makes her an orphan. So I told them over at TrekBBS that it would be weird (not to mention completely against Fremen custom) if a female Kynes married Stilgar's sister, as I don't think it's stated either in the novel or the Encyclopedia that Stilgar has a blood-kin brother, though he refers to Kynes as his brother (implication being that a brother-in-law is basically considered to be a brother as far as tribal acceptance is concerned).

Given the patriarchal attitudes of the Imperium (the Fremen culture is also patriarchal; even though they respect and usually take advice from their Reverend Mothers - the Fremen equivalent of the Bene Gesserit, who are keepers of Fremen history through Other Memory - the Naibs of the sietches are always male and they make the decisions for the tribe), I very much doubt that it would be acceptable to the Fremen that a female Kynes could marry Stilgar's sister, and a woman wouldn't have been granted that kind of authority by the Emperor in the first place. The notion that a female Kynes could marry Stilgar's nonexistent brother and produce a daughter... is just people being deliberately obtuse.

As for the collaboration with the Harkonnens... (spoilered in case the movie actually does follow the book a bit and includes the subplot in which the Duke and Paul know there's a traitor but not who)

Spoiler :

that wasn't Kynes. It was Yueh. Piter deVries figured out how to subvert Yueh's conditioning (that every Suk doctor has, to make it impossible for them to harm the patients they serve), by taking Yueh's wife (a Bene Gesserit named Wanna) hostage and forcing Yueh to do the Baron's bidding or they would harm her. Yueh doesn't have children that I remember.

Oh, right. It's been actually what, over a decade since I last read Dune or watched any of its adaptations. So I got the names confused.

 

[Narz]

Having to goto bed early in order to wake up early sucks. I know it's a normal feature of adulting for most people but it kinda sucks

 

[Lemon Merchant]

How to make medical personnel angry with you:

1. Your carpet rat (child) has an ear infection
2. You freak out and drag him/her to the Emergency Room in the middle of the night
3. You won't put up with the indignities of triage (Translation: cause a scene)
4. You scream loudly and continuously and throw a tantrum because the doctor won't give your child antibiotics. *
5. You start screaming bloody murder as security tries to show you out, waking any sleeping patients and staff catching a nap, thus endearing your self to everyone.
6. You finally leave, with your now agitated and screaming kid (who is legitimately frightened by this point.)
7. The nurses flip you the bird after you have left.

(Nurse Anne is reading over my shoulder and laughing at that last one.)

8. The ER slowly returns to its normal level of chaos and pandemonium and Lemon continues her charting.

This little interlude brought to you by the hardworking nurses of the Emergency Room of your choice, most of whom hate pushy mothers.

* Antibiotics were contraindicated in this case and would have done ZERO.

 

[Valka D'Ur]

Did the child actually need any treatment? You don't make it clear if something was done or if they were just booted out (not that I condone screaming mothers).

 

[H4run]

Did the child actually need any treatment? You don't make it clear if something was done or if they were just booted out (not that I condone screaming mothers).

She's ranting a patient try to took control over the professional worker and directing them for a specific treatment for her child, which the mother has little to no idea about, and made tantrum and full aggressive when they were not following her suggestion.

I understand the contras here, all of hospital professional worker are calm because these are things that they see everyday, while family of patient are panicking because this is a huge thing that befalling someone they value so much, or even the most in their life, and this is not things that happened to you every week, or month, or years, while this is something that the worker saw almost everyday.

 

[Zardnaar]

IDK if it's a specific event but probably ba daily thing in ED.

 

[Farm Boy]

Sleep deprivation and fear do fun things. Especially if you suck at both those things.

 

[Valka D'Ur]

She's ranting a patient try to took control over the professional worker and directing them for a specific treatment for her child, which the mother has little to no idea about, and made tantrum and full aggressive when they were not following her suggestion.

Yes, I got that part. What isn't clear is if the child was actually treated for anything before the mother was told (not exactly in those words) to GTFO.

Please understand that my own experiences in hospitals have been anger-inducing for the most part, not panic-inducing.

I understand the contras here, all of hospital professional worker are calm because these are things that they see everyday, while family of patient are panicking because this is a huge thing that befalling someone they value so much, or even the most in their life, and this is not things that happened to you every week, or month, or years, while this is something that the worker saw almost everyday.

That's common for many sorts of professionals. Naturally people panic more in medical settings, since they don't know if the problem is life-threatening or if it will require a stay, or unfamiliar meds or something that the family can't afford (it's a myth that health care is free in Canada).


I've had my share of dealing with panicky people, but they were mostly nursing students with term papers that had to be handed in the next day. They were usually the really weird one, about Rosemary Rizzo Parse. Those papers were ungodly finicky in how they had to be formatted. I think that was about the only assignment I ever had to type where there were five levels of headings (and these students had one particular instructor who measured the margins of their papers with a friggin' ruler, so somehow I had to convince my computer and printer to pretty please adjust themselves 2 millimetres that way, since the time was past when I could just do these on an electric typewriter and have an easier time of manipulating everything.

Anyway, the first couple of these papers were a bit nerve-wracking. Fast-forward another 2-3 years, and every time I heard the panicked voice on the other end of the phone: "I've got this really weird paper I need to do, I mean it's weird..."

Whereupon I would ask if it was the "Rosemary Rizzo Parse paper" and they'd say in relief, "Yeah, that's it!" and I'd tell them not to worry, since I'd already done a dozen of them, "and they don't scare me anymore."

Whereupon my client would sigh in relief, make an appointment, and let me deal with those godawful annoying 5 levels of headings and bizarre syntax.


The other time I encountered panicky people was at the polling station where I was working as a constable (change from Deputy Returning Officer that time). The City was holding a plebiscite about whether or not the bylaw regarding Sunday shopping should be repealed (not kidding; as late as the mid-80s, it was illegal for most stores to be open for shopping on Sundays).

It was controversial as this is a bible belt region, and the councilor most opposed to repealing this bylaw was a church-going man. But what he didn't realize was that someone would notice that the travel agency he owned half of did business on Sundays.

Oops! Well, that torpedoed his campaign to keep Sundays a no-shopping day. The results were that the bylaw was indeed repealed and we've had Sunday shopping ever since (except if Remembrance Day falls on Sunday; the custom is that most stores close in the morning, or at least until just after 11 am.).

As for the panicky voters, what happened was that some idiot announced on the local radio station that people could vote "anywhere" - any polling station; it didn't have to be in their usual polling district.

Gee, thanks, radio announcer. All day, the various polling stations were dealing with people who came to the wrong place, trying to get their addresses, and figuring out where they were actually supposed to be.

It was really annoying in the polling station I was working in. It wasn't expected that there would be a huge turnout, so our station had only one DRO, one poll clerk, and me - with a map to help people figure out if they were in the right polling station, and the dictionary definition of the word "repeal" on it. Seems a lot of people didn't know that word, and City Hall decided that they would not allow us to explain it verbally, in case we accidentally influenced how someone would vote.

So when people asked me, I had to show them the piece of paper, and then they got annoyed that I didn't just tell them. I explained that I wasn't allowed, and the paper would have to do... or they could phone City Hall and maybe get an answer there.

The day was not made any better when the DRO kept gesturing people to come forward, don't bother stopping at my table, she wanted to get them in and out... and she'd have the poll clerk start writing down their addresses...

Oops. They weren't on the voter's list for our district. They had to go somewhere else. But the poll clerk had already taken down their address, the ballot was all but handed to them...

GHAH!

So they'd come over and we would figure out which station they really should have gone to, and I did ask the DRO not to hurry people along, and let me do my job so it wouldn't mess up the paperwork and annoy people when they discovered they were at the wrong place.

Anyway, at about 5 minutes to closing time (8 pm), a family of 3 came in. They were in a hurry, and literally panicking. Once again, the DRO did her "Over here, folks!" and I figured, in one ear, out the other, didn't stop in the middle...

And then they were really upset. They said they'd been all over town, trying to figure out where they were supposed to vote. The last place had sent them to our station, and it was now about 3 minutes to 8, and they really wanted to vote...

So I brought the map over and asked them their address. The DRO butted in, saying that they were in the wrong place, don't bother with the map.

I told her that this is what I was supposed to have been doing all day - verifying that people were in the right place. So I asked their address again, and realized that they were out past the wildlife sanctuary, where I used to work in the interpretive centre. That was really close to the line dividing city from county, and if these people lived in the county, they would not be eligible to vote, period.

So I put the map down and asked them to show me which side of the road they lived on. I was pretty sure they were within the city limits, but wanted them to verify it.

Sure enough, they were inside the city... just. So I said, "It's okay, you can vote here. And don't worry about the time. The rule is that if any voters are inside the polling station at closing time, they still get to vote."

I don't recall ever seeing three more grateful people at any of the polling stations I've worked at (the DRO was visibly fuming at that point; she kept arguing, and I told her very emphatically, "They live inside the city limits and they are allowed to vote."). They said, "Oh, THANK you! We've been to three polling stations in the last half hour and everyone else said we couldn't vote there, this was our last hope."

I told them I understood how confusing things were in that part of town, with addresses. True story: When I was working at Kerry Wood Nature Centre, it was not unusual for tourists from Europe and the U.S. to find us. But the local taxi driver I had to use one day when I was running late? He had no clue. Finally I told him, "Just turn where I tell you, there aren't any traffic lights."

When we got there, he grumbled that he didn't think there even was anyone out in this area, as he thought it was outside the city.

So I totally understood when one of the three voters told me how frustrating it was to have an address that people had a hard time finding: "We can't even get a pizza delivered out there!"

 

[Samson]

They were usually the really weird one, about Rosemary Rizzo Parse. Those papers were ungodly finicky in how they had to be formatted. I think that was about the only assignment I ever had to type where there were five levels of headings (and these students had one particular instructor who measured the margins of their papers with a friggin' ruler, so somehow I had to convince my computer and printer to pretty please adjust themselves 2 millimetres that way, since the time was past when I could just do these on an electric typewriter and have an easier time of manipulating everything.

It is things like this that make it clear the the LaTeX/markdown philosophy of separating the content and the formatting. What the examiners care about is if the students can produce the content. If they really want the output in a specific format they should provide the formatting instructions.

Why nurses (or any profession other that type setters) should be judged on their ability to get the margins correct on a document is quite beyond me.

 

[EgonSpengler]

Catastrophic failure of the plumbing in my office building has closed all of the restrooms until further notice. If I need to pee, there's a Starbucks nearby that has restrooms, but they're supposed to be for customers. I could buy a coffee and use the restroom. But then I'll drink the coffee, so I'll need to use the restroom again. So I could go back to Starbucks, buy another coffee, use the restroom, drink the coffee, go back to Starbucks...

Was talking to a maintenance guy about this. Clogged pipe backed up, sent water down into the building lobby, took down a couple of ceiling tiles and closed the building's restrooms for 2-3 hours while plumbers cleared the block. Someone had flushed a bunch of paper towels down the toilet.

 

[Valka D'Ur]

It is things like this that make it clear the the LaTeX/markdown philosophy of separating the content and the formatting. What the examiners care about is if the students can produce the content. If they really want the output in a specific format they should provide the formatting instructions.

Why nurses (or any profession other that type setters) should be judged on their ability to get the margins correct on a document is quite beyond me.

I put it down to her being an insane battleaxe.

But then I had an English instructor who once docked me an entire letter grade for two misplaced bits of punctuation in my references (and you can bet I never forgot that).

 

[Samson]

I put it down to her being an insane battleaxe.

But then I had an English instructor who once docked me an entire letter grade for two misplaced bits of punctuation in my references (and you can bet I never forgot that).

I still remember that I lost a mark in a science test (when I was like 11 or something). The question was "give an example when the lower density of ice than water is a practical advantage". I talked about how that means that an ice cube will cool the whole of a cocktail, and that is much more important than some silly fish surviving in frozen lakes. Still bitter.

 

[H4run]

an insane battleaxe.

This perhaps really un related, but when you mentioned "insane battleaxe", I directly associate that with a character in a good Sega game called "Golden Axe" (anyone ever play that game here? best beatem up game during that time). There is this Dwarf carrying a huge battleaxe and he is quite insane battleaxe wielder, anyway this is his selfic picture:



He looks nice and wise though. But he fought like an insane animal.

 

[Samson]

This perhaps really un related, but when you mentioned "insane battleaxe", I directly associate that with a character in a good Sega game called "Golden Axe" (anyone ever play that game here? best beatem up game during that time). There is this Dwarf carrying a huge battleaxe and he is quite insane battleaxe wielder, anyway this is his selfic picture:



He looks nice and wise though. But he fought like an insane animal.

I remember that game, and remember that it was good. It must have been on other things, I never had a sega.

 

[H4run]

I remember that game, and remember that it was good. It must have been on other things, I never had a sega.

This was also on pc, I think I borrowed this, I don't own the cartridge.

When I was a kid I treated this game like the coolest thing ever happened on Sega. I don't know why in the end we never have this, perhaps that's because no one like this game beside me, most of my family love platform game, I never really like that genre until today.

 

[Birdjaguar]

How to make medical personnel angry with you:

1. Your carpet rat (child) has an ear infection
2. You freak out and drag him/her to the Emergency Room in the middle of the night
3. You won't put up with the indignities of triage (Translation: cause a scene)
4. You scream loudly and continuously and throw a tantrum because the doctor won't give your child antibiotics. *
5. You start screaming bloody murder as security tries to show you out, waking any sleeping patients and staff catching a nap, thus endearing your self to everyone.
6. You finally leave, with your now agitated and screaming kid (who is legitimately frightened by this point.)
7. The nurses flip you the bird after you have left.

(Nurse Anne is reading over my shoulder and laughing at that last one.)

8. The ER slowly returns to its normal level of chaos and pandemonium and Lemon continues her charting.

This little interlude brought to you by the hardworking nurses of the Emergency Room of your choice, most of whom hate pushy mothers.

* Antibiotics were contraindicated in this case and would have done ZERO.

Unruly and out of control parents should be escorted out of most places. I do, however, take issue with the carpet rat appellation...

 

[Valka D'Ur]

I still remember that I lost a mark in a science test (when I was like 11 or something). The question was "give an example when the lower density of ice than water is a practical advantage". I talked about how that means that an ice cube will cool the whole of a cocktail, and that is much more important than some silly fish surviving in frozen lakes. Still bitter.

Were you scientifically correct? (I know nothing about cocktails, other than they look very colorful)

If so, you should have challenged the teacher.


I'm reminded of how my English teacher in Grade 8 and 9 couldn't wrap her head around my preference for science-themed paragraphs, essays, and even poetry.

There was some assignment we did in which I talked about the planets. When we got our assignments back, I saw that she had taken marks off because I'd capitalized "Earth."

I went up to her and asked why. I pointed out that she hadn't taken marks off for my capitalizing Saturn.

"Well, Saturn is a planet," she said.

"So is Earth," I told her.

She wasn't happy about giving those marks back.

This perhaps really un related, but when you mentioned "insane battleaxe", I directly associate that with a character in a good Sega game called "Golden Axe" (anyone ever play that game here? best beatem up game during that time). There is this Dwarf carrying a huge battleaxe and he is quite insane battleaxe wielder, anyway this is his selfic picture:



He looks nice and wise though. But he fought like an insane animal.

Okay, I have to ask: Why are they all dressed in chartreuse green?

 

[H4run]

Okay, I have to ask: Why are they all dressed in chartreuse green?

That's a great question, the question marked you as someone that gives important to detail, now, let me think a good, well thought answer for such remarkable question.

Hmmm...

Perhaps, what we see here is not a battle, but a medieval party instead and the old dwarf here is the honorable party guest. And chartreuse green is obviously the dress-code's color.

Because on such distance, the old man should already swing his axe, this is the courtesy of battle, the fact that he didn't, just prove the point that they were actually in some outdoor rave party outside of Turtle's village.