Yesterday while chopping hot peppers I thought I was forgetting something. After I was done I remembered: I wasn't wearing gloves! So yeah, my fingers are still burning. On the plus side, if I make chili with them I don't have to worry about how much punch it has!
The Random Crap Thread 2: It Hits the Fan.
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GasBandit
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Interesting interactive map comparing 21st and 19th century manhattan island.
http://www.smithsonianmag.com/histo...pares_the_New_York_City_of_1836_to_Today.html
http://www.smithsonianmag.com/histo...pares_the_New_York_City_of_1836_to_Today.html
Wash your hands with cooking oil, then with soap and water. The cooking oil will deal with the capsaicin (has to do with polar/nonpolar molecules if you're interested in the science), which is the chemical causing your fingers to burn. Also, don't rub your eyes while the capsaicin's still on your hands. That will be bad.[DOUBLEPOST=1378316298,1378316262][/DOUBLEPOST]Haven't had internet since Thursday and still not sure when I'll get it. At work and... indulging. So much to read!
Dave
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A buddy of mine was drunk one night and was out of bread. So he took some chicken and cheese and a soft taco shell, then grilled it. He called me up and was just beside himself with positive vibes about this thing he just invented. He was going to make millions!
I was like, "Dude, that's a quesadilla."
You'd have thought I killed a puppy. He was so bummed.
The paper we get for the office is Dunder Mifflin branded paper from Quill. We've been getting it for over a year now. I always assumed people realized that it was a joke, especially with the silly wording on the packaging, but apparently not. People are just now noticing the funny things on the packaging, and have no idea it's not a real paper company. I've had to explain where it comes from to three different people in the last couple weeks.
My dad had 7 children. 4 in the first marriage and then 3 in the second one. I'm the eldest of the second "batch".
My dad didn't take a special effort in making us spend more time together growing up so we didn't develop a close relationship as I would've liked, and now with my dad being sick we're starting that close relationship and I'm really liking it. It sucks to be the cliché where the family sticks together because of something bad, but it is how it is.
Yesterday we were at my oldest sister's house, my dad was laying on the couch watching baseball while my sister and I made homemade lip balm (we're selling it, our recipe is fucking awesome), and sometimes we'd laugh and talk about how dad was when he was younger and I felt great for a moment. It was such a normal daily thing that we had never had and there was a lot of beauty in it.
I love my older brothers and sister and I don't think I've ever told them. I'll make sure I do.
My dad didn't take a special effort in making us spend more time together growing up so we didn't develop a close relationship as I would've liked, and now with my dad being sick we're starting that close relationship and I'm really liking it. It sucks to be the cliché where the family sticks together because of something bad, but it is how it is.
Yesterday we were at my oldest sister's house, my dad was laying on the couch watching baseball while my sister and I made homemade lip balm (we're selling it, our recipe is fucking awesome), and sometimes we'd laugh and talk about how dad was when he was younger and I felt great for a moment. It was such a normal daily thing that we had never had and there was a lot of beauty in it.
I love my older brothers and sister and I don't think I've ever told them. I'll make sure I do.
GasBandit
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I have a premonition that Bill Nye will suffer some kind of injury during this period.
Don't rub your junk either. Or pick your nose. Or pretty much get chili pepper burning fingers anywhere near a mucus membrane that you don't have a love/hate relationship with.
GasBandit
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Oh no, I have more to say about Oklahoma. I've actually been there, unlike Indiana.
It is difficult to explain to somebody that has just eaten Spicy Crawfish for the first time that they need to wash their hands BEFORE using the restroom.
Or wash your hands after handling pepper spray... the sounds that come out of the restroom after a pepper spray demonstration are frightening.
This is so liberating. I didn't tell my mother or father I loved them until I was 24. Saying those words were super joy-filled
You have NO idea, folks. This man speaks the unvarnish truth.
Had to spray a vicious pit bull charging my rookie and I the other day... almost forgot about washing my hands before the first head call afterwards... Almost.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
One thing I miss about the lax atmosphere of my old northern detachment was the kind of stupid shit a late, super quiet, dead of winter night watch with four twenty-something constables and some new jelly OC spray could get into.
My mom asked me to write the epitaph for the interment of my Grandfather's ashes. I'm flattered, but afraid. I want to honour his memory. We both loved the book The Brothers Karamazov by Dostoevsky, so I chose a few quotations from it, and shared them with mom, so she can make the final decision. I think I hope for, "Certainly we shall rise," (which is spoken in reference to the Resurrection) as it's both celebratory and holds the gravitas of conviction, which my Grandfather deeply held, his faith was a major part -the major part- of his life.
The whole quotation, which we cannot fit on the small stone, is:
"Certainly we shall rise, certainly we shall see and gladly, joyfully tell one another all that has been."
I think it quite beautiful
The whole quotation, which we cannot fit on the small stone, is:
"Certainly we shall rise, certainly we shall see and gladly, joyfully tell one another all that has been."
I think it quite beautiful
You'd think so but...
How'd the rookie take it?
"recount"
(or possibly recap, review)
--Patrick
We were told the slab going over the urn could fit a "four or five word" epitaph. So since my grandfather definitely loved to celebrate the Resurrection, I think "Certainly we shall rise" will do fittingly... and it is the one that was chosen when my mother asked some others in the family. So, I like that.
There will be time also for brief speeches, so I may write a little something and include the full quotation. He passed away two years ago, but the ashes were kept in Calgary, with his wife. He wanted them to be interred ultimately in Edmonton (where he lived a lot of his life, and most of his children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren live) so we are going to do it on his birthday later this month.
It will probably not be as emotional as the funeral, although there are a few family members who can seldom constrain themselves.
Heh.
It'll be in a mausoleum where they only hold ashes, so they'd be pretty ineffective zombies, if that's any comfort.
GasBandit
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Someday, hundreds of years in the future, you are going to freak some archaeologist right the fuck out.
Resurgemus
Occurremus
Tunc Reminiscemus
As best as I can tell, this translates to, "We will return, we will find/meet one another, and then shall we talk of fond memories."
I (claim to) speak Spanish, not Latin, so if someone else wants to chime in and fix my grammar, please go ahead.
--Patrick
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Around midnight, I heard something rattling across the living room, and then a clatter. I figured it was one of the rats, doing something he shouldn't, so I went to check.
I found them both at one of the higher platforms in the cage, backs to me. They were looking over the ramp leading down, where they'd flipped over a box and tossed it into another one. I started cracking up (which startled them) because the way they were staring made it seem not like "Oh, we're in trouble" but more "So, that's what happens when you flip a box down a ramp. Huh." Reminded me a little of my twin cousins when they were 3.
These guys are hilarious and loving. They're also a year old, meaning we have probably only another year with them. I hope they pass around the same time, because they're attached and co-dependent, and I don't know how one would do alone if the other was gone. I just know I'm going to be a fucking wreck around October 2014.
I found them both at one of the higher platforms in the cage, backs to me. They were looking over the ramp leading down, where they'd flipped over a box and tossed it into another one. I started cracking up (which startled them) because the way they were staring made it seem not like "Oh, we're in trouble" but more "So, that's what happens when you flip a box down a ramp. Huh." Reminded me a little of my twin cousins when they were 3.
These guys are hilarious and loving. They're also a year old, meaning we have probably only another year with them. I hope they pass around the same time, because they're attached and co-dependent, and I don't know how one would do alone if the other was gone. I just know I'm going to be a fucking wreck around October 2014.
I took 3 years of Latin and remember very little, but as my Grandfather was fluent, I ain't taking no risks; that wouldn't do him justice!
Alas, I was hoping you would know someone who could confirm (or tune). As I am no longer in academia, I likewise no longer have easy access to profs/students who could "casually" help. To that end, I submitted a request to "Ask a Latin Teacher!" and we shall see what develops.
--Patrick
I do appreciate the effort, but as the request was due at 4 today, it can't be edited. Nonetheless, I'll be interested in their confirmation/adjustment if you get a response
BananaHands
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So apparently pregnant women are selling positive pregnancy tests online to other women to use against their boyfriends/husbands.
Just wow.
Just wow.
