(P+L)(A+N)I remember when I first learned how to FOIL, and tried to get someone to expand (x^262144-1) just for fun.
--Patrick
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(P+L)(A+N)I remember when I first learned how to FOIL, and tried to get someone to expand (x^262144-1) just for fun.
--Patrick
Training my replacement.So...it has happened.
My son, as of three minutes ago, peed on the cat. Like, its the cat fault. He jumped up on the toilet while buisness was happening....
But now I can't stop laughing and I have to wipe down the cat before my parents get here.
I don't know whether to rate this hug or funny. I'm glad you're doing okay.Okay, more serious rant.
Remember my dying uncle? Well, last night at 2:20 am he went. He died in his sleep exactly like my dad did. The biggest difference is that he had more of a lucid period than my dad. And that's why this is in minor rant instead of the regular rant thread. Over the last few weeks, I got to spend a lot of time with him, laughing and talking about old times and the family. All the while we both knew his days were numbered. His passing doesn't make me sad in the least. On the contrary, I'm happy that he went painlessly, and that we got to say our goodbyes and I love you's. Because really, that's all that mattered in the end. This is one of those times I wish I were religious - if anyone deserves eternal paradise, it's Uncle Harley.
I'll leave you with a story about the guy.
In 2006 I still owned my house. In the back yard there was a wild rhubarb plant that started growing. I love rhubarb, but I hadn't had fresh rhubarb since I was a kid. So I let the plant grow and grow, mowing around it, meticulously clearing weeds nearby. It got huge! That May I graduated with my master's degree and had a party. All the relatives came. My uncles are all carpenters and farmers - salt of the earth doesn't begin to describe them. They were all outside drinking coffee and talking crap to each other when my uncle Harley pointed to the rhubarb plant and said, "The hell is that?" I was overjoyed! They saw my crowning achievement in growing something! "My rhubarb plant!"
He started laughing and nudged his other brothers who joined in.
"Rhubarb? That's not rhubarb! That's a weed!"
To this day I don't know what it was, but the next day once everyone left, I cut down and mowed over my fake rhubarb. None of my uncles have let me forget it.
Sounds more like what we call mile a minute around here. It has the thick, red stalks like rhubarb! Looks nothing like that but does look close to rhubarb!
That's why I guessed the pokeweed. It also has the thick, magenta stalks much like rhubarb. Here's a better picture than Wikipedia's:Sounds more like what we call mile a minute around here. It has the thick, red stalks like rhubarb! Looks nothing like that but does look close to rhubarb!
Just remember to read 'em all before you do anything. Don't want to do a bunch of work and then find one of the later ones says, "Nevermind."Back to work today after being gone a week. Now I have to go through 110 emails to see how my week will go. Whee!
I read them backward for this very reason.Just remember to read 'em all before you do anything. Don't want to do a bunch of work and then find one of the later ones says, "Nevermind."
--Patrick
I saved so many of my friends' essays from being citation disasters. I realise it's just formatting, and, to a point, as long as the information is there, that's the important thing, but, come on. It's not hard to learn. And if you really really really suck so bad: citeknight.com will do it for you.How can you people be in upper 300 level classes and still not know how to write in-text citations the right way!?!
Nothing will destroy your faith in humanity faster than group projects.I once forgot to do in-text citations. Me and my partner had to go to the professors office to show her where every piece of information that we got came from in our sources.
Then it turned out that doing that was just so we could suffer before she told us that the real reason she cared was because my partner copied and pasted paragraphs from websites.
The moral is: do your in-text citations so you won't have to waste an hour of your time on something nobody cares about.
To be fair, that doesn't really have a whole lot of funny to be sucked out.I hate that using a politically correct term can suck the funny out of a joke that is not actually targeted at making fun of the group the term is used to represent.
Case in point: Walking a chihuahua is great because it makes me feel like a giant. Of course that makes me wonder about people who date midgets...
Got a lot of this, did ya?The awkwardness didn't come from being much taller than her, but rather the reactions of others, since from a distance, at a glance, she kinda looked like she was 12.
To be honest, I didn't bother crafting it into a workable joke when I realized that changing that word was going to break it.To be fair, that doesn't really have a whole lot of funny to be sucked out.
Got a lot of this, did ya?
The owner is STILL DOING THIS. Every day I get a half dozen e-mails from him with a half dozen people in the "to" field, with him telling everybody to "reply all" to confirm. Makes me want to bludgeon him to paste with a lead pipe.And the ring right below that should be reserved for bosses/owners who put 6+ people on every e-mail and end every e-mail with an insistent "reply-all to confirm." Seriously. Stop. That. Shit.
Even if he could be taught, I have my outlook set to ignore read receipt requestsJust teach him how to set up read receipts.