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I have a bucket I can sit on.
I had no idea you were an electrician.
"I see the Machine, humming gently to itself as it binds us with its offerings, as it dangles its promises before us and slowly, slowly, slowly reels us in. I think of the part of it we interact with daily, the glowing white interface through which we volunteer every detail of our lives in exchange for information or pleasure or stories told by global entertainment corporations who commodify our culture and sell it back to us. I think of the words we use to describe this interface, which we carry with us in our pockets wherever we go, as we are tracked down every street and into every forest that remains: the web; the net. I think: these are things designed to trap prey."
Give me actual rocks or give me death! With an actual rock on top! Given how the "natural stone" wall and stairs we've been working on has been going, I'd gladly take death. Possibly with an actual rock on top.
they'll let you mow as many as you want, and will even pay you for it.WHERE DO I SIGN?!?
Canadian big wigs for one of the companies Techo-Bloc?
If you're fascinated by mowing lawns, I know some folks in Iowa who will not only let you mow lawns for yourself, they'll let you mow as many as you want, and will even pay you for it.
No, we're equipped with flame throwers and more than half the company are firefighters or retired firefighters. If something is on fire it's absolutely intentional.It should be a good day, I get to build a fire table..... generally if your construction project is on fire you (in technical terms) Dun messed up. Not like last year when one of the foremen was cutting rebar and accidentally set fire to his pants.
So, Wario and Waluigi are supposed to be Mario and Luigi's opposites, right? Since Mario and Luigi are plumbers, and plumbers unclog toilets, does this mean that Wario and Waluigi are professional toilet cloggers?Actually, I'd say that they charge double and fix nothing. So... electricians?
"Accustomed as we are now to ‘work’ and ‘home’ and ‘consumption’ and ‘production’, it can be hard for us to understand that for most people in pre-modern times these amounted to the same thing. [...] The process of breaking this apart into small segments – turning the home into a dormitory, its adult inhabitants into both ‘workers’ and ‘consumers’ elsewhere, its children into pupils at a distant school, its parlour into a show-room for TV, tablet and gaming console, its kitchen into a store-room of shop-bought processed ‘food’ – this was the work of the Machine."
"The end of the human race will be that it will eventually die of civilisation."
A couple days ago on the way to our site, one of my coworkers pointed out a '66 Corvette convertible. "Look at that old 'Vette!" I noticed that the old man driving the Corvette had a "Retired Army" license plate frame, and pointed it out to my coworker. "An old vet in an old 'Vette."
"I haven’t seen an online sports betting ad in almost 7 minutes. Am I dead?"
All good. It’s just a potpourri of various things. The days are stuffed solid, and I can’t seem to get the time to settle down for a good gaming session. Now we have Alessia switching teams, and that’s gonna be a harsh thing frrealYep, gonna be a tough one here!
"True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country."
What, no string?
Carload after carload of books went to either the library or the recycling center; I literally got rid of over a metric ton of books and reduced our total book count to 5 bookcases. When my grandfather died in 2016, he had so many books in the house that after I took my cut (10 file boxes), we ended up donating enough to Marist College that my grandmother got a tax credit in the multiple thousands of dollars range. I think it ended up being somewhere around a hundred file boxes. And that's after about a third to half of my grandfather's collection ended up in the dumpster due to mold and dry rot.
"Assembled in a crowd, people lose their powers of reasoning and their capacity for moral choice. Their suggestibility is increased to the point where they cease to have any judgement or will of their own. They become very excitable, they lose all sense of individual or collective responsibility, they are subject to sudden accesses of rage, enthusiasm and panic. In a word, man in a crowd behaves as though he had swallowed a large dose of what I have called “herd-poisoning.” Reading is a private, not a collective activity. The writer speaks only to individuals, sitting by themselves in a state of normal sobriety. The orator speaks to masses of individuals, already well primed with herd poison. They are at his mercy and, if he knows his business, he can do what he likes with them." - Aldous Huxley, Brave New World Revisited (1958)
All I can think of now is Smith Comma John, Human Being for President
"(B)y means of ever more effective methods of mind-manipulation, the democracies will change their nature; the quaint old forms--elections, parliaments, Supreme Courts and all the rest--will remain. The underlying substance will be a new kind of non-violent totalitarianism. All the traditional names, all the hallowed slogans will remain exactly what they were in the good old days. Democracy and freedom will be the theme of every broadcast and editorial--but Democracy and freedom in a strictly Pickwickian sense. Meanwhile the ruling oligarchy and its highly trained elite of soldiers, policemen, thought-manufacturers and mind-manipulators will quietly run the show as they see fit."
“Part of the playful pleasure of postmodern theory was pretending that a flaw in a poem was evidence of a crack in society, and that verbal constructs held true for three-dimensional life like a pin stuck in a voodoo doll that made a real person scream. What would happen if such fanciful borrowings from the realm of magic and mental illness began seeping into law, public policy, or political culture? Turning everything into a text that meant only what the interpreter believed it meant.”
69 cans of soda NICE
"Science is more than a body of knowledge. It's a way of thinking, it's a way of skeptically interrogating the universe with a fine understanding of human fallibility. If we are not able to ask skeptical questions, to interrogate those who tell us that something is true, to be skeptical of those in authority, then we're up for grabs for the next charlatan, political or religious, who comes ambling along. It's a thing that Jefferson laid great stress on. It wasn't enough, he said, to enshrine some rights in a Constitution or a Bill of Rights. The people had to be educated and they had to practice their skepticism and their education. Otherwise, we don't run the government--the government runs us."
Dear newbie project manager: no, hip waders do not, in fact, protect you from drowning. Neither do fall protection harnesses. Also, chainsaws don't work when you put them underwater. Don't get me wrong, he seemed like a nice guy, but after yesterday, I'm so glad he's not actually my boss.
"There is now an ambient political conditioning that is so pervasive, it is hard to bring into focus as an object of scrutiny. It’s just the water we swim in. It often feels like the point of it is to “trouble” us, like modern art."
And the worst part of it? I knew something like this was going to happen as soon as we saw the site, even before we broke ground. But no one ever listens to Zathras...That's ok, by now Zathras should be used to that. Zathras does not know. Zathras good at doings, not understandings.
And the worst part of it? I knew something like this was going to happen as soon as we saw the site, even before we broke ground. But no one ever listens to Zathras...
Breaking news: at least one of the buried electrical lines doesn't actually go anywhere, it just stops in the middle of a field. We were supposed to finish the drainage trench around the water tower today. An hour or two in, we hit spicy dirt (see fig. 1, though of a milder variety). Surprise surprise, not on the site plan or locates. So we switch to the other end of the trench and start digging back toward the middle. 15 minutes later, we hit a huge bundle of phone lines that no one told us was there. And so the rest of the day turned into a cross between Bill Murray's Groundhog Day and the finest in Cardassian literature (condensed and edited for brevity): 10:00 AM: Site supervisor shows up. I walk him through what we found. His response? "Huh. That's weird. Let me call our in-house locate guy." 10:15 AM: In-house locate guy shows up and pokes around, eventually finding that our spicy conduit travels in a weird zig-zag pattern around the site, crossing our trench in four places. He can't find out where it starts or ends. Walks over to the ripped-up phone lines. "Huh. That's weird. Let me call the engineer." 10:45 AM: Engineer shows up to look at the phone lines. "What is that?" I tell him that it's a bundle of phone lines. "Huh. That's weird. Let me call your boss and ask him what I should do." 11:00 AM: Engineer gets off the phone with my boss. "Your boss told me I should call an electrician." OK... 1:00 PM: Electrician shows up and spends an hour having me walk him through the entire site. Finally, I ask him what he thinks. His response? "Huh. That's weird. I suppose we could go down in the vault to see if any of these wires go down there, but we can't do that because we don't have a permit. I guess we'll see you tomorrow?" 2:30 PM: Site supervisor comes back, and I tell him what the engineer and electrician said. "Huh. That's weird. I would have thought they'd have come up with something. Let me call your boss and ask him what I should do." 3:00 PM: My boss calls my foreman to tell him that people have been calling him all day asking him questions that they should know the answers to. He tells us that he called Dig Safe earlier in the day, and they should be at the site any minute now. 4:15 PM: As we're packing up to leave, Dig Safe Guy shows up. "What are you guys working on?" he says, standing next to the 4' deep 300' long trench. I walk him through everything. For some reason, it feels like I've done this before. Dig Safe Guy points at the bundle of phone lines. "What is that?" (I'm screaming internally.) "Huh. That's weird. Maybe you should call the site supervisor." I'm half expecting to wake up tomorrow morning and find out it's still Wednesday.
Breaking news: at least one of the buried electrical lines doesn't actually go anywhere, it just stops in the middle of a field.
Movements are systems and systems kill
The plan: spend a day in the excavator digging a drainage trench around a water tower
Totally missed opportunity if they're not named "Miles Orion."
"The UK and the USA: two countries divided by a common language."
I joined a band called "The Palindromes". Our first single is called "If I had a hifi". Oddly enough, there's a band called IfIHadAHiFi. The band members' stage names (Mr. Alarm, Dr. Awkward, Rev. Ever, and Yale Delay) are all palindromes.
American Dad is never created, neither is the Cleveland Show, Rick And Morty, Archer or Critical Role. So what you're saying is that that's the good timeline, and we're in the bad one.
Never even heard of it.Much like in reality, once guns become available, it doesn't make much sense to use any other weapons. They just take over.Ever played GreedFall? Picture the head of a French video game company telling their very small staff "hey, you know Dragon Age: Inquisition? Make that, but with tricorne hats and guns. Oh, and you only have like a year to do it, and a budget of about five dollars." And then they actually pulled it off, more or less. One of the downsides, which is what I was getting at, is that it's not balanced at all. The firearms, which are supposed to be old-timey muskets, can fire about once every half second, and ammunition is pretty plentiful. Basically, if you're not playing the Technical profile, you're playing wrong.
Three guesses why they removed touch AC in 2nd edition.Probably the same reason I ignore it for 1st edition, It's stupid. I'm getting to the point where I don't really want to play Pathfinder just because there are so many things that don't make any sense, and the reason they're there is because that's how it worked in 3e, which is in turn based on earlier editions of D&D. It's turtles all the way down.
"To anyone who recommended The Mandalorian to me, I finally checked it out. I only have one question... why do you hate me?"
It absolutely loves to state utter nonsense as absolute fact when you get into engineering. To be fair, so do a lot of engineers.
I'm calling it: Postulant Scale is secretly Pun-Pun the Infinite.
"It is the magician’s bargain: give up our soul, get power in return. But once our souls, that is, ourselves, have been given up, the power thus conferred will not belong to us. We shall in fact be the slaves and puppets of that to which we have given our souls."
“Tell me to what you pay attention and I will tell you who you are.”
All the protein, vitamins and carbs of your grandma's best turkey dinner, plus fifteen percent alcohol...
"At that time there were 11 aircraft based at this airport: 91% single-engine and 9% helicopter."
Flat Bigfoot Theory: he's never been caught on camera because he can turn 90 degrees and become too thin to see.
I'm not sure which one of these things is worse than the others: 1. I've been spending much of my free time reading long political and philosophical essays
Again, it's not the math skills that are the problem. It's the ability to understand the connection between your result and your ballpark estimate of what is a sensible outcome. Shouldn't you have to understand how you're supposed to get to the result in order to judge whether or not it looks right?
If I had to pick one course I took in my 7+ years of university education that really changed the way I think about the world, it would have to be statistics & probability.
EDIT: Direct quote from Impus Minor: "I used to love math. Now I hate it." This kind of behavior didn't make me hate math, it just made me hate academia.
This is a long long time to be upset and for noone save the peacemaker to know. Why didn't they say anything? Is Player D so adept at their poker face that you and the other guy were completely in the dark?Yeah someone isn't telling the whole story here. Not necessarily you. It sounds like there was a lot of interaction between this guy and the peacemaker and not a lot of interaction between this guy and you. Are you all friends outside of this game or strangers? I had a similar experience years ago, which is why I don't really play with people I don't know. All I can say is that I have 100% been that guy before.
Chocolate. Vanilla buttercream.What flavor is the dinosaur cake?I'm assuming it's dinosaur-flavored.
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