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Second day of (paid) work involved spending 7 hours fitting pipe in a muddy ditch on the side of a gigantic bare dirt hill. 95-100 degrees outside, not a cloud in the sky (unless you count massive clouds of dust), and wearing our contractor-mandated rubberized yellow vests and dark blue hard hats. Between the three electricians on the job, we killed a 30-pack of bottled water in about four hours. I feel like a baked potato.
Freehold DM wrote:
The cloak has saved my life several times,but I enjoy being a sniper for the first time in game history.
I'm the guy who always plays the sniper, even way back when I used to play Halo 1 with my buddies after work. Even when I play other classes in Mass Effect, I take sniper/assault rifles as my bonus skill every single time. I approve of this post.
Currently finishing ME3 as an Adept, which is pretty fun, what with detonating combos and stuff. My all-time favorite, though, is the Infiltrator. Tactical Cloak is the best.
This morning, I went to change the fuse that blew, and found out that a) they don't sell the right fuses anymore, and b) there were some scorch marks on the inside of the box. Thankfully, the landlord was very responsive (they've been having problems with their maintenance department, and I doubt that my landlord had even been getting my messages), and she had an electrician over in about 20 minutes. The guy said that it was one of the oldest fuse boxes he'd seen (likely the original box from when the building was built, meaning that it's around 70 years old), and was amazed that the thing still worked. Some guys should be over at some point in the next few weeks to replace it with a breaker panel, which should probably have been done some time back in the 90s. Fun stuff. At least the landlord's paying for all of it, though.
I am shocked you waited 3 years before thinking to complain to the landlord. I would have been b@+&$ing about it from day 1. Thank the Lord you weren't hurt.
I've been b#@#+ing about getting the smoke detector replaced ever since my old roommate broke it, I just never realized that the circuit was still live.
So I almost just got f@$!ing killed today. Ever since I moved into my apartment around 3 years ago, there have been two wires dangling about 2 feet above my head in the hallway where a smoke alarm was once hard-wired in. Since none of the hall lights work, I assumed that the whole circuit was disconnected, and left it alone for years. Today, I was moving a table between rooms, and must have knocked the two wires together. Big arc, big flash, and all of the lights in the apartment went out.
Turns out that the labels in the fuse box are WRONG WRONG WRONG. All of the lights in the apartment are on the same circuit, as well as the wall outlets in the bathroom (and at one point the missing smoke alarm), not just the hall lights. I capped off the hot and neutral lines, pulled the now blackened fuse out of the box, and plan on getting up bright and early tomorrow morning to have a nice little chat with my landlord.
In the mean time, I need a f!$&ing drink.
My two go-to fast food places lately have been McDonald's and my old favorite, Stewart's. I just realized that my usual meal orders (2 McDoubles, large fries, medium drink for dinner at McD's; breakfast sandwich, blueberry muffin, medium coffee for breakfast at Stewart's) each equal out to $6.66. What I've gained from this, is that if I get breakfast at Stewart's or dinner at McDonald's for 100 days straight, I'll bring about the apocalypse. Sound right?
Just heard "Hey Jealousy" by the Gin Blossoms playing on the local classic rock station. My first thought was, "hey, that song isn't that old, I remember it being on the radio when I was a kid." And then I realized that I'm closer to 30 than 20, and in music terms, that's considered "classic." Made myself sad.
In 1939, a group of English mountaineers set out from Aliabad on an expedition to climb the feared and deadly mountain K2. The leader of the expedition, Sir Terrence Carlisle, was inexperienced, and had recently purchased for himself a brand new set of gear-- ice axes, pitons, crampons, boots, rope, etc. His colleagues in the Royal Geographical Society had warned against using untested equipment, but the young Sir Terrence was adamant.
Starting from the South Face, the party began to climb the icy peak. Master climber Damian Callaghan led the party, followed by Lieutenant Charles Walpole of the Royal Marines, Sherpas Ang Nyi-Ma, Ki-lu Pemba, and Jangmu Gyatso, with Ser Terrence bringing up the rear. As Sir Terrence began to climb, he found himself unable to gain purchase with his ice axe. He struggled in vain to climb higher, as his companions grew more and more distant, deaf to his cries due to the howling winds.
Eventually, Sir Terrence grew tired, sat down with his back against the ice cliff, and slowly froze to death. As the rest of the expedition began to make camp for the night, Callaghan realized that the expedition's leader was nowhere to be found. He announced to the party that, with darkness quickly falling, they would camp for the night, and search for Sir Terrence in the morning.
Day broke, and the five remaining expedition members slowly began to climb back down the mountain, calling out for Sir Terrence. Near midday, Lt. Walpole and Gyatso discovered the body of Sir Terrence Carlisle, still clutching his rope, pitons, and ice axe. Walpole called to Callaghan, and the two men stood over their leader's body shaking their heads.
Callaghan reached down, dusted the snow off of Sir Terrence's body, and pried the ice axe out of the dead man's frozen fingers. Sighing in desolation and exhaustion, Callaghan examined the implement, then handed it Lt. Walpole, staring off into the distance. Finally, after a long silence, Callaghan turned to Walpole, speaking in a low, soft voice.
"After all of our preparation, all of our hard work and sacrifice, the whole expedition came down to an anti-climb axe."
Celestial Healer wrote:
Naturally. That poser yahg should have known better than to use a plasma conduit as a skylight. Dumbass.
I know the feeling. Right now, my plan of "special occasions only, and no booze in the house" seems to be working OK, though.
Dan Aykroyd is very interested in the supernatural and has an extensive collection of books on the subject.
He believes in UFOs, astral projection, mental telepathy, ESP, clairvoyance, spirit photography, telekinetic movement, full-trance mediums, the Loch Ness monster, and the theory of Atlantis.
Been catching up on the latest season of "Defiance," a show that is by turns gut-wrenching, awesome, and completely lame and cheesy. In the latest episode, a character played by Linda Hamilton (yes, that Linda Hamilton) used the line "come with me if you want to live." I see what you did there, "Defiance."
Hobgoblin Hacker wrote:
At least they aren't New Jersey.
Freehold DM wrote:
No, you don't understand, I'm trying very hard to be normal.