Definitely an armadillo. Its body is too thick to be a rat. That's definitely a carapace.I thought it was a rat? (Which would make sense for an NYC apartment.)
Plus, they've had armadillos on the show before.
Definitely an armadillo. Its body is too thick to be a rat. That's definitely a carapace.I thought it was a rat? (Which would make sense for an NYC apartment.)
Why the last one? Are you burning it down later?Eating my last sandwich ever from the Carnegie Deli. It'll be missed.
Its closing down at the end of the year. I don't live in NYC so I won't be getting another one in that timeframe.Why the last one? Are you burning it down later?
Whatever new place Conrad Birdie decides to hang out.But where will Bowser from Sha-Na-Na and Arthur Fonzarelli eat?!
Literal Gasbanditry.Wasn't closed down for months after inspectors found out they had an illegal gas hookup?
We (or rather, my family) do celebrate this tradition. My mother got Li'l Z a chocolate Santa and some elves and put them in his shoes. I remember doing this a few times when I was little, too.PSA: today's Saint Nicholas. Starting tomorrow, Christmas season starts and we're allowed to look forward to that. Today's the day the red-and-white guy comes and puts gifts in children's shoes/stockings, don't let Coca Cola tell you otherwise.
Also, happy name day to all the Nicks on this Forum.
Ya, but Saint stories are fun. I had a friend who was doing her doctorate on hagiographies, and she had some truly wild stories.The story that he punched another bishop at Nicene is apocryphal, though - there's no proof whatsoever that bishop Nicolas even attended the concily of Nicea.
If you're going to bring up that story, you need to tell it completely...He punched Arius, was cast in the dungeon, and freed by the Virgin Mary herself, and was given a Holy Bible and his robes(both still on display as relics in several churches).
It's about as trustworthy a story as that he actually made three children whole again after they were butchered and sold for meat.
Oh yeah. Way back in high school, I had a great religion teacher in 4th (errr...10 grade in the US system IIRC, 15-16 years old). He was fired the year after because *gasp* he turned out to be gay (can you tell I went to a Catholic school?)! Anyway, he set aside a few hours every semester to talk about "appropriate" saints (such as Saint Nick in December, Saint Valentine in February,...). I'm sure the nuns leading the school thought he was telling us we had to believe and to try and convince us or something, but he spent the time telling us a bunch of Saint stories and possible interpretations, trying to make us think how they could be explained, which could be plausible, which were probably entire fabrications, and so on. Lots of fun, one storyYa, but Saint stories are fun. I had a friend who was doing her doctorate on hagiographies, and she had some truly wild stories.
I'd forgotten the freed by Mary bit!
In my Christian History class in seminary, our prof always had a saint of the day which she would tell us about at the beginning of class. For most of us protestant peeps it was entirely new, and always fabulous. And she always encouraged our 'wait, what?' and 'srsly?' responses. And the icons that she brought in were beautiful.Oh yeah. Way back in high school, I had a great religion teacher in 4th (errr...10 grade in the US system IIRC, 15-16 years old). He was fired the year after because *gasp* he turned out to be gay (can you tell I went to a Catholic school?)! Anyway, he set aside a few hours every semester to talk about "appropriate" saints (such as Saint Nick in December, Saint Valentine in February,...). I'm sure the nuns leading the school thought he was telling us we had to believe and to try and convince us or something, but he spent the time telling us a bunch of Saint stories and possible interpretations, trying to make us think how they could be explained, which could be plausible, which were probably entire fabrications, and so on. Lots of fun, one storyworsemore hilarious than the next.
Welp, two days and feeling pretty hopeless.My goal for this week: job hunt without getting depressed or hopeless about said job hunt.
Well, go sleep in a quiet thread, ya silly.Shhhhh I'm sleeping
Good idea, link your AMA plz. thks .Well, go sleep in a quiet thread, ya silly.
Looking for a job is one of the most stressful and depressing things one can do - it's almost automatically linked with being rejected, over and over.Welp, I'm sitting in Starbucks with my laptop. Got Dill's latest adventure cued up. Wrote about 400 words so far. I skimmed some of the previous chapters and they're not as bad as I thought.
This is the first time since the summer I've tried doing any writing.
Youtube's been fucking with their sub system or something. A bunch of high profile guys are threatening to jump to other services if Youtube doesn't fix it. More than that, no one really knows what is going on.Sunday I noticed a huge spike in ad revenue on my youtube channel. These days, an average day is between 50 cents and a buck fifty. But Dec 1, according to the analytics somehow, pulled in almost 10 bucks. I was like, "cool." Then the next day that number went to zero, with from Dec 2 on returning to fluctuate between 0.50 and 1.50. There's a bulletin now at the top that says data from 12/1 is "delayed" and will be "available soon." Something smells fishy. I wonder if it will be "revised" down after the delay for whatever it is they're doing.
Just about everything with Analytics has been screwy the last couple months. I mean, they were always of limited utility to begin with, given that there was always a 2 day delay on data (how am I supposed to promote when I don't find out what links are drawing traffic for at least 2 days?) and it was entirely without transparency ("here's your share of the revenue with no data to explain our figures whatsoever!"), but lately it's been especially janky and useless.Youtube's been fucking with their sub system or something. A bunch of high profile guys are threatening to jump to other services if Youtube doesn't fix it. More than that, no one really knows what is going on.
Uh huh, sure, it's probably a Minotaur penis.
A minotaur penis, you say?Uh huh, sure, it's probably a Minotaur penis.