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Frank

Frank

Fuck, if I hear someone quote the whole formaldehyde in vaping is higher than normal cigarettes one more God damn time, I'm going to just shoot the person. You know what has more formaldehyde than smoking and vaping? Eating a God damn apple. Fuck off, it's the dumbest fucking argument.

You don't like the smell, I get it. You know what I don't like the smell of? Your shitty aftershave/cologne/deodorant. I'm not fighting to ban it.

I DON'T EVEN VAPE.
 
AshburnerX

AshburnerX

Frank said:
Fuck, if I hear someone quote the whole formaldehyde in vaping is higher than normal cigarettes one more God damn time, I'm going to just shoot the person. You know what has more formaldehyde than smoking and vaping? Eating a God damn apple. Fuck off, it's the dumbest fucking argument.

You don't like the smell, I get it. You know what I don't like the smell of? Your shitty aftershave/cologne/deodorant. I'm not fighting to ban it.

I DON'T EVEN VAPE.
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I just imagine your avatar shouting this over his shoulder, doing arm crunchs with invisible weights, before he finally goes "I DON'T EVEN VAPE, BRO!"
 
Null

Null

GasBandit said:
Usually it's because somebody feels the same way you do. Perhaps he feels like your brother in suffering.
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Yeah, pretty much that. I called to work one day a couple weeks ago because I just didn't have it in me to go. And with the daily status reports of unimportant bullshit and weekly conference calls that amount to nothing, there's too much scrutiny over nothing for this to last. So I was fucking attempting to commiserate with you there.
 
jwhouk

jwhouk

Complain not, woman. If your Hobo wants to drive you to work early, and thou complainest - you ain't gettin' driven to work again for a loooooong while.
 
Null

Null

My emotions are really out of whack today. I was laughing out loud on the way to work over some random comedy concept I had. Now I'm just sitting here and feel like I'm on the verge of tears. I mean ugly, watching the end of Field of Dreams, man crying. For no apparent reason.
 
drifter

drifter

I wasn't paying attention and mistook the Worcestershire sauce for the balsalmic vinaigrette. That was not a pleasant salad.
 
Null

Null

Wound up trying to talk a friend down from the metaphorical ledge. They live in Sweden. It was to the point where I was trying to find the emergency services number for Visby, Gotland, and hope someone spoke English. Fortunately we got in touch with her best friend and they helped her out, got her out of the apartment. She's settled down now, not going to hurt herself. Still not great, but slightly better.
 
drawn_inward

drawn_inward

Null said:
Wound up trying to talk a friend down from the metaphorical ledge. They live in Sweden. It was to the point where I was trying to find the emergency services number for Visby, Gotland, and hope someone spoke English. Fortunately we got in touch with her best friend and they helped her out, got her out of the apartment. She's settled down now, not going to hurt herself. Still not great, but slightly better.
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Good work.
 
fade

fade

Staff member
I just kind of embarrassed myself a little. I recommended an incoming candidate based on a friend's recommendation, and the dude's presentation was, ah, well, let's just say it wasn't the best. Then again, I heard from my friend (who I trust) that he was nervous, never having had to give a presentation at an interview before. Which is odd in and of itself for a technical position.
 
blotsfan

blotsfan

I went to bed last night feeling ok, all things considered. I slept fine until 4:30 when I woke up and had a panic attack. I'm feeling ok now but I tried going back to sleep and once I don't have my computer it just starts again.
 
Bubble181

Bubble181

New smartphone, just found out it automatically downloads/syncs pictures with my google drive. Which I didn't even know had pictures on them. My girlfriend was playing with the new phone and suddenly happened upon a picture of me kissing another girl. Oops. Luckily I managed to work out where it came from and could show her it was a picture pre-dating our dating by 2 years, since it was my ex, but that was an awkward moment :eek:
 
fade

fade

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Blah. I have been promoting Fade, and people are telling me the story is a little confusing. So I went back and looked at it, and no wonder. Tumblr is skipping two pages sometimes (but not every time). It's weird. I wrote most of the site's code, but I used Tumblr's built-in machinery. So the next page just uses a drop in variable called "{NextPost}". I've verified this is correct, and I contacted Tumblr... who said it was my problem since I wrote my own theme (they call a site a theme, because I guess they think of it as a variation on their standard site). But that's bologna. So now I guess I have to figure this out on my own.
 
fade

fade

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After getting no real help from Tumblr, I figured it out. Tumblr switches between two types of navigation: post based and permalink based. The problem happened during permalink navigation, which is based on post date. Since I uploaded all the old pages at once, they must've arrived at Tumblr's servers in a random, but nearly correct order. Fortunately, you can correct the time stamps manually, so I just went through every friggin' page and changed the time stamps to sequential dates based on the issue "date" (which was always just the month/year I posted the cover). So the post dates are all lies, but they're in order.

EDIT: Point is, yes, it was my fault, but it seems like a fairly easy mistake to make. So I'm surprised they didn't suggest it. That, and the support reply felt like a blow-off.
 
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Frank

Frank

Sigh, another friend just had a baby girl, like I quite literally just got the birth text about her. Why am I only attracted to women who don't want kids? I want a little he-Frank or she-Frank so bad. Is it my hidden worry that I'll be as shitty a dad as my dad was?
 
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