figmentPez
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It's a sequel to 'The Fault in Our Stars", this time with Lyme Disease.
The Random Crap Thread 2: It Hits the Fan.
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The question becomes... Are they wrong?Damn, google must think i'm into some kinky stuff.
The Scary-Go-Round link alone means you like to be punished.Damn, google must think i'm into some kinky stuff.
This is kinda weird: Jet blast kills tourist at famed Maho Beach in Sint Maarten
@Dirona and I have been to that island, but didn't go to that beach. For reference, an image from the article:
GasBandit
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So today, I had to deliver a Come To Jesus speech for the first time. Usually I've just handed such things off to the General Manager, because I've got other things to do, but this one turkey has made my life difficult enough for me to take time out of my day to tell him exactly how thin the ice is upon which he is drunkenly staggering.
It'd normally be a big hassle, but it did cheer me up a little bit in that I used the "get your shit together" bit from Rick and Morty.
He was all "You send me stuff to do, can you follow up with me if I haven't gotten it to you by..."
And I'm all "We've tried that, and furthermore, I don't have time. That doesn't help me. What needs to happen is I give you shit to do, and you do it. End of story. Not me reminding you to do it and then making excuses for you to everybody else when apparently 3 reminders to do it wasn't enough. I give it to you, you do it. That's it."
"Yayayaya," (he's got this annoying thing he does when you are pointing out what he's screwed up that he says "yeah yeah yeah" really fast in a way that he thinks is placative but is actually infuriating)
"Don't 'yayaya' me. This is at least the 5th time that this has happened. Get your shit together. Get it all together. Put it in a backpack. So it's together. Take it to the shit store and sell it. Put it in a shit museum. I don't care. Just get your shit together. Get it together."
Oddly enough, I think it might have actually gotten some traction with him.
It'd normally be a big hassle, but it did cheer me up a little bit in that I used the "get your shit together" bit from Rick and Morty.
He was all "You send me stuff to do, can you follow up with me if I haven't gotten it to you by..."
And I'm all "We've tried that, and furthermore, I don't have time. That doesn't help me. What needs to happen is I give you shit to do, and you do it. End of story. Not me reminding you to do it and then making excuses for you to everybody else when apparently 3 reminders to do it wasn't enough. I give it to you, you do it. That's it."
"Yayayaya," (he's got this annoying thing he does when you are pointing out what he's screwed up that he says "yeah yeah yeah" really fast in a way that he thinks is placative but is actually infuriating)
"Don't 'yayaya' me. This is at least the 5th time that this has happened. Get your shit together. Get it all together. Put it in a backpack. So it's together. Take it to the shit store and sell it. Put it in a shit museum. I don't care. Just get your shit together. Get it together."
Oddly enough, I think it might have actually gotten some traction with him.
B
BErt
Those stupid ears...
I'll be home soon baby
I'll be home soon baby
Poor little guy can come here if his ears are going to be called stupid!!
Damn, that dog is photogenic. And I own a dog that other people take pictures of at the dog park.
B
BErt
He's my big stupid idiot. And she thinks she's going to take him. I can't let that happened.
You could make your own pie. That seems to be the easiest in the list there.
Flour + water + shortening + salt (just a bit) = crust
Filling = LOTS of options. Pick your fruit, pre-cook it a bit if needed to act as filling, plus some sugar. Or coconut cream is always nice and cooling, though a graham cracker crust is best for that.
But get a recipe for your first time.
As for the rest... I can satisfy all of that in the city I'm in (in the correct season) except the hail... I think. Can any of the other Halifax denizens confirm if we get hail or not? If not, the city I grew up in (Calgary) can satisfy that one... a lot.
Since it's the random crap thread, story time! A number of years ago my sister bought a new car, and the day after she brought it home, she had hail damage from hail the size of golf balls. She was insured, but she really wished she had a garage. Later when she had a new house built, the first thing after moving in was getting a garage built for it too!
We get hail!!
OK then!
@Cog, if you ever want to come up to Halifax, @Squidleybits, @Dirona, @HCGLNS and @ThatNickGuy and I can make sure you tick EVERYTHING off of that list in one city, weather-dependent. If you come January-March you're guaranteed Snow (At least on the ground!). I'm obviously not sure what time of year "guarantees" hail, if any. Probably Spring (April-June) but I'm not guaranteeing anything.
Honestly, that'd be quite the meet of folks from here.
Technically, I've seen snow. From far away. In a volcano.[DOUBLEPOST=1500039580,1500039254][/DOUBLEPOST]
We could take pictures next to every item!
Snow on the ground is interesting, but the best part of snow is experiencing the snowfall, and under a variety of lighting conditions( night with a few point sources close to the ground, while driving with headlights, driving during the day) as well as a variety of different snow falls (wind, size of flakes, how much/fast it's falling).
Using it is fun, walking on it with that specific kind of snowy crunch in a quiet area, etc are all fun, but for me the snowfall itself is the most enjoyable part.
I guess it's similar in some ways (mentally) to the mesmerizing qualities of campfire.
Using it is fun, walking on it with that specific kind of snowy crunch in a quiet area, etc are all fun, but for me the snowfall itself is the most enjoyable part.
I guess it's similar in some ways (mentally) to the mesmerizing qualities of campfire.
I'm still trying to figure out how to take a macro shot of a single snowflake.
First you must be like a leaf on the wind. Then, you've got to have slick-as-sleet shutter speed.
It's a lot more enjoyable when you know that you have nowhere to be any time soon.
And you have the extreme advantage of mostly flat topography. It doesn't tale much to make the hill right outside my house impassible.
You have to cool the camera and lens, have a good source of non heating light, and catch snowflakes individually, immediately getting them into the light under the camera (all of this outside in the cold, of course) and take the picture before it inevitably melts or evaporates.
And you'll find most snowfalls produce pretty nontraditional (ie, ugly) flakes, and even when you do get a good snowfall that just happens to produce a good percentage of symmetrical, traditionally shaped flakes, you have to catch and image a lot of them before you get a good shot due to the angle, lighting, etc.
I understand those that do this as a hobby will spend hours in a snowfall taking hundreds of pictures and come away with a few that are decent.
And, of course, when you come back into the house make sure you seal the camera and warm it up slowly so you don't end up with condensation problems.
@Squidleybits I don't mean to dissuade you! Rereading that it looks pretty negative. I hope you do make the attempt several times over the next few winters, I just wanted to give you a heads up so you can plan ahead and avoid having to learn some of these things yourself. I'm completely ignorant of your current knowledge, and it's quite likely you've already read up on it and are aware of these things - if so, I'm sorry to tell you something you may already know, but sometimes the right information at the right time can help out in the future...
I'm not surprised. Hugs.[DOUBLEPOST=1500050816,1500050398][/DOUBLEPOST]
The best is the big fat flakes falling on a windless afternoon while walking on a soft blanket of snow that's covering up the world.
It's heavenly peaceful.
Nothing awesome is easy. I spent years and I volunteered for every work trip up north that I could in order to learn how to take pictures of the northern lights. My first several trips were pretty disappointing but by the last few trips, I was winning photo contests
I'm willing to put in the time to learn how to do it. And invest in some focus stacking software lol.
figmentPez
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Anonymous
Anonymous
I'm doing this anonymously because I don't want to publicly bitch or complain about a client. But I think you'll all know who this is. Wall of text incoming.
So it's been a weird couple of days filled with highs, lows, and WTF's.
Wednesday I get an email at work from someone asking me why a specific student received a communication from our last email blast. I don't know, said I, but I'll check it out. Soon after that I received several more of the same. Now, the LAST time this happened it was because I'd been put in an impossible situation and fucked up, resulting in a near-firing, near-loss of bonus, and continued toxicity for promotion. So when I had to do the same email blasts a few weeks ago I was super DUPER careful to make sure everything was okay. So what the fuck? Well, it turns out that my boss - the one who wanted to fire me and tore the fuck out of my hide the last time - had sent the wrong files over, resulting in a MUCH WORSE fuck-up. His response? "Meh. Mistakes happen. What are you going to do?" Are you FUCKING kidding me?!? That fucking prick! My other boss (the one who had my back the last time and saved my ass) made sure everyone knew what had happened and made sure I had no contact with boss #1 until I was able to swallow my rage and smile like I fucking liked him.
Also on Wednesday I did a Feud show at an old folk's home and it went amazingly well! Everyone had fun and they want us back, which is a bonus. And a very good way to end a shitty day.
Thursday I took the whole day off from work because I had to run to the bank. When my entertainment company, Workhouse Entertainment, was first formed, a couple of the members used their own bank account to cash any checks that were made out to Workhouse instead of me. But as those people are no longer around, I've always just made sure that the checks were made out right. But the old folk's home made the check out to Workhouse so I can't cash it. So I gathered my tax ID number and went to open a business account. Nope. I needed a business permit or license. Fair enough. I run down to the courthouse (18th & Farnam Street) but there's no parking. I part 2 blocks away (20th & Farnam) and walk over. Did I mention it's hot as fuck in Omaha right now? No worries, though, I'm in decent shape. I go into the courthouse and they say they can't help me there. I need to go to the State House - at 13th and Farnam. Well, I had put all my change into the meter which would be good for another hour and a half or so. Fuck it. I'll walk. It's all downhill so getting there is a piece of cake. I get down there and there's parking everywhere and the meters all take the card, so I could have just driven it. Figures...And they say they can't help me. I have to go to the Nebraska Secretary of State's office or call them. They graciously gave me a number that I called on my cell phone while I was right there. Not the number I needed. So I walked the 7 blocks back to my car (uphill of course) and drove home.
I go online and find the number for who I think might be the right person to help me. She wasn't, but she put me in touch with someone who was. He told me what I needed to do - no license or permit needed for a sole proprietorship, but I did need a Registration of Trade Name - and that I could do it online. For $100. Okay, fine. Called the bank to make sure that would fulfill the requirement and lo and behold it does. I get that all filled out, submitted, & paid for but god DAMN is it a stupid and fucked up process. After I get it approved I've got to send it to the local newspaper to be published (like anyone's going to read it) and then wait for them to send me back a notarized copy so I can MAIL that back to the Secretary of State. I've attached the next steps so you can see how unbelievably stupid the red tape is. But now it's almost 2 o'clock and I leave for my comedy gig at 2:30 I don't have time to do anything else.
The comedy gig is in a place called Newell, Iowa. It's a small town about 2.5 hours away from Omaha and the show starts at 6. We get there a bit later than I wanted to (I like to get there at least an hour before showtime) because at one point both lanes of the highway were shut down. Some dogs had gotten loose and people had gotten out of their cars and were trying to catch them, but the dogs kept running away and going under trucks and stuff. But we finally get there and one of the comics had gotten there before us. He came out of the building and said, "What the FUCK is going on?!?" We had no idea. Turns out the owner had posted shit all over town that 3 "celebrity" comics were coming to town and that her and I had met in Las Vegas and booked the show. What the fuck? (Attached is the newspaper article talking about this fictitious meeting.) The place is pretty tiny and the owner is VERY excited that we're there, but it's about 90 degrees in the place as their AC unit is gone. They have a single window unit for the whole building and it's just not up to snuff. We were told that the rating was PG-13 - R, but were not allowed to talk about "turkeys or butts". We have NO idea if that's turkey butts or if that's two separate things. So we all scrambled to clean up our stuff, but it royally fucked with us. (Not because of the turkey butt things, but because of the kids.) They set us up in the "green room" which was the only air conditioned room in the place - an attached laundromat - and we wait for showtime.
As the host, I go up first. I need to do 20 minutes over the course of the evening but the heat is oppressive, the crowd looks miserable, and because it's a dinner/show kind of thing, people are eating and not paying much attention. I soldier through but only hit 8 minutes the first time. No worries. That gives me 6 & 6 between the next two comics. So the next guy gets up and does a really decent set but he mentions Trump and the crowd goes immediately hostile. He tries to play his way out, but the damage is done. He bails after 12 minutes of his 20 minute set. So I have to try and make up that time. So now I'm back to a 12 & 12 with no fucking clue what I'm going to do. I'm out of kid friendly material. I get up and just fucking ramble, going over the kid-friendly line a few times, but the crowd is eating it up. So the next guy gets up and just fucking kills it (even though he bails early from his 30). I get back up to do my last now 15 minute set and I do okay, but I'm crossing that line again. So the headliner gets up and fucking blows the line away. Kids? Who gives a fuck? We were told PG-13 & R, so that's what she's gonna do. The crowd goes nuts. They love it. We killed ourselves to stay clean and they wanted our original material. Well fuck. She finishes up, we do our "tip your wait staff" thing, and show is done. Hobnob with the crowd for a bit and then I pack up the gear while the hostess gets our food. The food, by the way, was SUPPOSED to be a prime rib dinner, but it was just roast beef. Maybe she got away with that in Seattle where she's from but you pull that shit in the middle of Iowa and you're going to have a riot. I mean, it was good, but had I paid $16 I'd have been pissed!
I paid the comedians and one takes off (he had to drive 3.5 hours back as he's from Lincoln, NE) so the 3 of us left went to the bar. But not the bar in town a block away from the cafe - that would be too easy. Some of the ladies at the show wanted us to go to THEIR town's bar. It was 20 miles further to the north. Fine. It was one of the comedian's 33rd birthday and he had to do a "Four Horsemen" shot before midnight. That's Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, Jose Cuervo, and Captain Morgan. Fine. 30 miles later (lying &^$%$!!) we get there, the guy gets his shots...and more shots. And beer. And...And...We left there at 1 am. But not before selling a shit ton of swag and booking another gig. I get home at 4 am and crash after emailing my boss and saying there's no way I'll be able to come in on an hour and a half of sleep.
This morning I get up and go to the bank. I have all the paperwork I need and the account is set up! In 5-7 business days I'll be able to deposit the check. The check, by the way, for $175.
So right now I'm going to go get some food and play some games because I fucking EARNED IT!
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So it's been a weird couple of days filled with highs, lows, and WTF's.
Wednesday I get an email at work from someone asking me why a specific student received a communication from our last email blast. I don't know, said I, but I'll check it out. Soon after that I received several more of the same. Now, the LAST time this happened it was because I'd been put in an impossible situation and fucked up, resulting in a near-firing, near-loss of bonus, and continued toxicity for promotion. So when I had to do the same email blasts a few weeks ago I was super DUPER careful to make sure everything was okay. So what the fuck? Well, it turns out that my boss - the one who wanted to fire me and tore the fuck out of my hide the last time - had sent the wrong files over, resulting in a MUCH WORSE fuck-up. His response? "Meh. Mistakes happen. What are you going to do?" Are you FUCKING kidding me?!? That fucking prick! My other boss (the one who had my back the last time and saved my ass) made sure everyone knew what had happened and made sure I had no contact with boss #1 until I was able to swallow my rage and smile like I fucking liked him.
Also on Wednesday I did a Feud show at an old folk's home and it went amazingly well! Everyone had fun and they want us back, which is a bonus. And a very good way to end a shitty day.
Thursday I took the whole day off from work because I had to run to the bank. When my entertainment company, Workhouse Entertainment, was first formed, a couple of the members used their own bank account to cash any checks that were made out to Workhouse instead of me. But as those people are no longer around, I've always just made sure that the checks were made out right. But the old folk's home made the check out to Workhouse so I can't cash it. So I gathered my tax ID number and went to open a business account. Nope. I needed a business permit or license. Fair enough. I run down to the courthouse (18th & Farnam Street) but there's no parking. I part 2 blocks away (20th & Farnam) and walk over. Did I mention it's hot as fuck in Omaha right now? No worries, though, I'm in decent shape. I go into the courthouse and they say they can't help me there. I need to go to the State House - at 13th and Farnam. Well, I had put all my change into the meter which would be good for another hour and a half or so. Fuck it. I'll walk. It's all downhill so getting there is a piece of cake. I get down there and there's parking everywhere and the meters all take the card, so I could have just driven it. Figures...And they say they can't help me. I have to go to the Nebraska Secretary of State's office or call them. They graciously gave me a number that I called on my cell phone while I was right there. Not the number I needed. So I walked the 7 blocks back to my car (uphill of course) and drove home.
I go online and find the number for who I think might be the right person to help me. She wasn't, but she put me in touch with someone who was. He told me what I needed to do - no license or permit needed for a sole proprietorship, but I did need a Registration of Trade Name - and that I could do it online. For $100. Okay, fine. Called the bank to make sure that would fulfill the requirement and lo and behold it does. I get that all filled out, submitted, & paid for but god DAMN is it a stupid and fucked up process. After I get it approved I've got to send it to the local newspaper to be published (like anyone's going to read it) and then wait for them to send me back a notarized copy so I can MAIL that back to the Secretary of State. I've attached the next steps so you can see how unbelievably stupid the red tape is. But now it's almost 2 o'clock and I leave for my comedy gig at 2:30 I don't have time to do anything else.
The comedy gig is in a place called Newell, Iowa. It's a small town about 2.5 hours away from Omaha and the show starts at 6. We get there a bit later than I wanted to (I like to get there at least an hour before showtime) because at one point both lanes of the highway were shut down. Some dogs had gotten loose and people had gotten out of their cars and were trying to catch them, but the dogs kept running away and going under trucks and stuff. But we finally get there and one of the comics had gotten there before us. He came out of the building and said, "What the FUCK is going on?!?" We had no idea. Turns out the owner had posted shit all over town that 3 "celebrity" comics were coming to town and that her and I had met in Las Vegas and booked the show. What the fuck? (Attached is the newspaper article talking about this fictitious meeting.) The place is pretty tiny and the owner is VERY excited that we're there, but it's about 90 degrees in the place as their AC unit is gone. They have a single window unit for the whole building and it's just not up to snuff. We were told that the rating was PG-13 - R, but were not allowed to talk about "turkeys or butts". We have NO idea if that's turkey butts or if that's two separate things. So we all scrambled to clean up our stuff, but it royally fucked with us. (Not because of the turkey butt things, but because of the kids.) They set us up in the "green room" which was the only air conditioned room in the place - an attached laundromat - and we wait for showtime.
As the host, I go up first. I need to do 20 minutes over the course of the evening but the heat is oppressive, the crowd looks miserable, and because it's a dinner/show kind of thing, people are eating and not paying much attention. I soldier through but only hit 8 minutes the first time. No worries. That gives me 6 & 6 between the next two comics. So the next guy gets up and does a really decent set but he mentions Trump and the crowd goes immediately hostile. He tries to play his way out, but the damage is done. He bails after 12 minutes of his 20 minute set. So I have to try and make up that time. So now I'm back to a 12 & 12 with no fucking clue what I'm going to do. I'm out of kid friendly material. I get up and just fucking ramble, going over the kid-friendly line a few times, but the crowd is eating it up. So the next guy gets up and just fucking kills it (even though he bails early from his 30). I get back up to do my last now 15 minute set and I do okay, but I'm crossing that line again. So the headliner gets up and fucking blows the line away. Kids? Who gives a fuck? We were told PG-13 & R, so that's what she's gonna do. The crowd goes nuts. They love it. We killed ourselves to stay clean and they wanted our original material. Well fuck. She finishes up, we do our "tip your wait staff" thing, and show is done. Hobnob with the crowd for a bit and then I pack up the gear while the hostess gets our food. The food, by the way, was SUPPOSED to be a prime rib dinner, but it was just roast beef. Maybe she got away with that in Seattle where she's from but you pull that shit in the middle of Iowa and you're going to have a riot. I mean, it was good, but had I paid $16 I'd have been pissed!
I paid the comedians and one takes off (he had to drive 3.5 hours back as he's from Lincoln, NE) so the 3 of us left went to the bar. But not the bar in town a block away from the cafe - that would be too easy. Some of the ladies at the show wanted us to go to THEIR town's bar. It was 20 miles further to the north. Fine. It was one of the comedian's 33rd birthday and he had to do a "Four Horsemen" shot before midnight. That's Jim Beam, Jack Daniels, Jose Cuervo, and Captain Morgan. Fine. 30 miles later (lying &^$%$!!) we get there, the guy gets his shots...and more shots. And beer. And...And...We left there at 1 am. But not before selling a shit ton of swag and booking another gig. I get home at 4 am and crash after emailing my boss and saying there's no way I'll be able to come in on an hour and a half of sleep.
This morning I get up and go to the bank. I have all the paperwork I need and the account is set up! In 5-7 business days I'll be able to deposit the check. The check, by the way, for $175.
So right now I'm going to go get some food and play some games because I fucking EARNED IT!
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