I know. There isn't another marginally significant one until 30, which I don't know if I should be looking forward to. The next really big one is 40, which I definitely don't look forward to. "Congratulations, you're half-way to dead!" It's all downhill from here. :)
I'm the same age as you, and my hair's starting to go gray.I turn 22 today.
I wish I could say "Hooray!"
But 21 was much better,
Now I'm just one year deader.
Soon I'll be old and gray! :)
See? I was right.
I've actually been having gray hairs since I was in the ninth grade. I'm hoping for the white/silver distinguished look as I age, but with my luck, I'll just go prematurely bald.
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I know. There isn't another marginally significant one until 30, which I don't know if I should be looking forward to. The next really big one is 40, which I definitely don't look forward to. "Congratulations, you're half-way to dead!" It's all downhill from here. :)
I found that 26 was kinda sucky. You think... "What? 26? What a random number."
But when it happens you become aware that you are no longer a spritely early-20-something, but a boring late-20-something.
I'm the same age as you, and my hair's starting to go gray.I turn 22 today.
I wish I could say "Hooray!"
But 21 was much better,
Now I'm just one year deader.
Soon I'll be old and gray! :)
Hey, I'm 24 and I'm severely balding. I'm sick of people calling me 'sir'.
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I know. There isn't another marginally significant one until 30, which I don't know if I should be looking forward to. The next really big one is 40, which I definitely don't look forward to. "Congratulations, you're half-way to dead!" It's all downhill from here. :)I found that 26 was kinda sucky. You think... "What? 26? What a random number."
But when it happens you become aware that you are no longer a spritely early-20-something, but a boring late-20-something.
I wasn't really that interesting until I hit 26.
I wasn't really that interesting until I hit 26.
Yeah, and soon thereafter found out that the Chinese "may you live in interesting times" is intended as a curse, not good wishes...
Hey, I'm 24 and I'm severely balding. I'm sick of people calling me 'sir'.I'm the same age as you, and my hair's starting to go gray.I turn 22 today.
I wish I could say "Hooray!"
But 21 was much better,
Now I'm just one year deader.
Soon I'll be old and gray! :)
People called me "sir" when I was 18. Granted, I was working in a summer camp, but still, some of those kids calling me "sir" were not that much younger than I was.
The point is: Don't get upset about it. It's more an effect of chance than of age.
People called me "sir" when I was 18. Granted, I was working in a summer camp, but still, some of those kids calling me "sir" were not that much younger than I was.Exact same thing happened to me.
Yes Sir!
I wasn't really that interesting until I hit 26.I know. There isn't another marginally significant one until 30, which I don't know if I should be looking forward to. The next really big one is 40, which I definitely don't look forward to. "Congratulations, you're half-way to dead!" It's all downhill from here. :)I found that 26 was kinda sucky. You think... "What? 26? What a random number."
But when it happens you become aware that you are no longer a spritely early-20-something, but a boring late-20-something.
I'm 24, and recently realized that I'm just starting to have fun with my life.
What does it say about the little darling? Maybe you should post it, and hide in the bushes outside his house, to see his face when his parents confront him with it?
"Is this your homework, Larry? We know this is your homework, Larry!"
What does it say about the little darling? Maybe you should post it, and hide in the bushes outside his house, to see his face when his parents confront him with it?"Is this your homework, Larry? We know this is your homework, Larry!"
"Son, this is what happens when you MEET A STRANGER IN THE ALPS!"
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"Son, this is what happens when you MEET A STRANGER IN THE ALPS!"What does it say about the little darling? Maybe you should post it, and hide in the bushes outside his house, to see his face when his parents confront him with it?"Is this your homework, Larry? We know this is your homework, Larry!"
I always thought it was "FIND A STRANGER IN THE ALPS"...
Still, though...
Very minor in the scheme of things, but one of my favorite cooking magazines closing down.
Hey, I'm 24 and I'm severely balding. I'm sick of people calling me 'sir'.I'm the same age as you, and my hair's starting to go gray.I turn 22 today.
I wish I could say "Hooray!"
But 21 was much better,
Now I'm just one year deader.
Soon I'll be old and gray! :)
Shave it, bubbles.
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Very minor in the scheme of things, but one of my favorite cooking magazines closing down.
I went to click on that link and when I looked at the address I thought it was a cooking magazine called Gorum! Then I realized it said gourm... as in shortened gourmet. :/
Shave it, bubbles.Hey, I'm 24 and I'm severely balding. I'm sick of people calling me 'sir'.I'm the same age as you, and my hair's starting to go gray.I turn 22 today.
I wish I could say "Hooray!"
But 21 was much better,
Now I'm just one year deader.
Soon I'll be old and gray! :)
I did for a few months. But I'm far too lazy to keep it up. Plus, I would always cut myself on the back of my head and people would be like,"Did James get into a fight?"
It's been a Fight Club allusion morning. Who knows what the day shall bring?
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I did for a few months. But I'm far too lazy to keep it up. Plus, I would always cut myself on the back of my head and people would be like,"Did James get into a fight?"
A couple years ago, I made the mistake of using a straight razor to shave my head. I gashed myself open from the crown of my head almost to my temple. The cut was shallow, so I didn't need stitches, and I just superglued it shut, but I looked like a freak for a couple of weeks.
"Hey, man, you get in a fight with a tiger or something?"
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Here's a f%*$ing rant for you:
When I came to art school, I thought I was going to be the bottom of the barrel. I have had almost zero formal art training, and only a moderate amount of natural ability. That said, I was amazed at the people I share classes with. Most of them seem like OK people, but by F##~ they're shitty artists. I'm still at the same place I was back in high school.
With that in mind, I move on to my next story.
In my 2D Design and Composition class, there are two other students who operate on the same level that I do. Unfortunately, the professor seems to view us as a threat to her authority, and when we do a good job, we are either a) ignored, or b) penalized. Today was bad.
We had just received our projects back, and almost no one had scored well, despite the obvious bell curve of quality displayed in the works. I would say that my work deserved a low A, around maybe a 92 or 93 percent. However, the professor had taken off ten points for a missing element that was clearly there. I asked around, and almost everyone in the class had had the same thing happen to them.
I decided to call the professor on her error, expecting her to act like an adult about it. Unfortunately, I was laboring under a misconception. When confronted with her error, she began to wave my artwork around like a flag, daring the class to tell her she was wrong, which they did. Trapped in her own f$+$-up, she did the same to EVERYONE'S artwork, resulting in a mass changing of everyone's grade.
At the end of class, the professor came up to me and told me that she was going to give me a hundred percent on the project because "you obviously feel entitled to it." I told her no, that I didn't deserve that, and that I had made a couple of mistakes which should be noted. What she said next BLEW MY MIND:
"This isn't helping you. From now on, you had better watch yourself."
I just got told that my number was one by a sixty-year-old woman with purple hair. The class is a f@##ing joke as it is, and this was too goddamn much. Myself and about six or seven other people in the immediate vicinity got up and walked out at that.
The thing that really bugs me about all of this is that not only am I getting penalized for being responsible and actually caring about my future, but the person I am PAYING to help me reach my goal is actively trying to keep me from getting there. I just can't believe that an accredited, tenured professor would act as juvenile and unprofessional as what I saw today.
Here's a f~~@ing rant for you:
When I came to art school, I thought I was going to be the bottom of the barrel. I have had almost zero formal art training, and only a moderate amount of natural ability. That said, I was amazed at the people I share classes with. Most of them seem like OK people, but by f~~@ they're s~*%ty artists. I'm still at the same place I was back in high school.
With that in mind, I move on to my next story.
In my 2D Design and Composition class, there are two other students who operate on the same level that I do. Unfortunately, the professor seems to view us as a threat to her authority, and when we do a good job, we are either a) ignored, or b) penalized. Today was bad.
We had just received our projects back, and almost no one had scored well, despite the obvious bell curve of quality displayed in the works. I would say that my work deserved a low A, around maybe a 92 or 93 percent. However, the professor had taken off ten points for a missing element that was clearly there. I asked around, and almost everyone in the class had had the same thing happen to them.
I decided to call the professor on her error, expecting her to act like an adult about it. Unfortunately, I was laboring under a misconception. When confronted with her error, she began to wave my artwork around like a flag, daring the class to tell her she was wrong, which they did. Trapped in her own f~~@-up, she did the same to EVERYONE'S artwork, resulting in a mass changing of everyone's grade.
At the end of class, the professor came up to me and told me that she was going to give me a hundred percent on the project because "you obviously feel entitled to it." I told her no, that I didn't deserve that, and that I had made a couple of mistakes which should be noted. What she said next BLEW MY MIND:
"This isn't helping you. From now on, you had better watch yourself."
I just got told that my number was one by a sixty-year-old woman with purple...
Hooray! Welcome to art school! Now that you've got the proper attitude down, sit down with your advisor and look for another course. She's wasting your time and money with that nonsense and you don't have to deal with it.
The first year is usually a waste of time in my experience.
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Complain. Complain, complain and then complain some more. Don't go to her, but go to the department head or the school dean of undergraduate affairs (or someone similar). Get your fellows from the class together and type up and sign a formal complaint. It will kill your grade in the class and she will hate you, but you're probably doomed anyway, so you might as well go down swinging. Don't give up on the class - that'll only give you a failing grade. Instead, take the bad grade and then complain after the semester is over; the more under-graded assignments you can show to a neutral judge, the better your case will be.
Keep in mind that weird drama queens are rarely popular with the rest of the faculty, so you probably won't hurt your reputation inside the department.
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I decided to call the professor on her error, expecting her to act like an adult about it. Unfortunately, I was laboring under a misconception. When confronted with her error, she began to wave my artwork around like a flag, daring the class to tell her she was wrong, which they did. Trapped in her own f&!%-up, she did the same to EVERYONE'S artwork, resulting in a mass changing of everyone's grade.
At the end of class, the professor came up to me and told me that she was going to give me a hundred percent on the project because "you obviously feel entitled to it." I told her no, that I didn't deserve that, and that I had made a couple of mistakes which should be noted. What she said next BLEW MY MIND:
"This isn't helping you. From now on, you had better watch yourself."
WHAT?
I just got told that my number was one by a sixty-year-old woman with purple hair. The class is a f&!%ing joke as it is, and this was too goddamn much. Myself and about six or seven other people in the immediate vicinity got up and walked out at that.
Did she actually say that loud enough to be heard?
It's a good thing she made such a public exhibition of herself. Imagine if she'd seen each student privately. You'd have each thought you were the only one, and carried that monkey on your back the whole year.
In this case, I'd say everyone in the class needs to get a 'class-action' protest registered with the dept head, while it's still fresh in their minds, so your stories line up if you're asked individually.
Don't wait weeks for the end of term/year, to see if it would have made a difference to the final grade. You won't remember all the details, or the same wording, and she'll be able to pick the accusations apart and play you all off each other.
There'll also be implications made that it can't have been as serious as you say, if you didn't complain at the time, but only in hindsight, to jump up a grade.
There will be those who don't want to get involved, but they need reminding it's only a matter of time that they're next.
If she was marking down that many people, for missing elements that the whole class believe are clearly there, then at the very least, she needs to be clearer in her assignment specifications.
The more people can corroborate events, the more difficult it is to sweep it under the rug as the moans of a disgruntled student.
And if a neutral tutor can be appealed to, to regrade everyone's assignment, then everyone wins (except her).
Maybe someone thought it was amusing/unbelievable, and caught the whole thing on his phone-cam?
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Hooray! Welcome to art school! Now that you've got the proper attitude down, sit down with your advisor and look for another course. She's wasting your time and money with that nonsense and you don't have to deal with it.
The first year is usually a waste of time in my experience.
Many art colleges take in artists of questionable talent to fill out classes and pad their wallets with more tuition money. But freshmen year seems to weed out many of those as they realize it's not going to work out. We had a ton of 1st year courses that were teaching the basic drawing, painting, etc. and many kids could not even do that. The teachers were brutally honest in critiques and usually the kids would drop out if they could not take that kind of truth.
And I say transfer to another class as well, hopefully you have another teacher or two on different days doing the same class.
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I like the occasional bit of butter on toast (with nothing else), or with fresh rolls in a restaurant.
But WHY WHY WHY do people put it- or even worse, margarine- in sandwiches with other things? It just ruins the sandwich for me. The supermarket which I go to is based in the North of England, which might explain things, but they put butter and mayonnaise in the sandwiches. I’ve really gone off those sandwiches; they taste disgusting. They don’t do that in the South of England (except perhaps in greasy spoon cafes), so what’s wrong with people’s taste buds that they like both spreads in a ******* sandwich? I’ll have to move back to the South.
I just don’t understand putting honey (or other sweet topping) on toast/in a sandwich, and putting butter on it first, either. Ugh!
Weird. I haven't found an area of the US that does that, so maybe you're on the wrong side of the Atlantic!
Weird. I haven't found an area of the US that does that, so maybe you're on the wrong side of the Atlantic!
My mother used to butter all of my sandwiches when I was a kid going to school. She got it from her mother, an immigrant from Scotland with Irish parents. So it may be at least partly a British regional thing.
On the other hand, putting a layer of fat on the bread protects it a bit from the moisture of other materials in the sandwich and helps the bread resist sogginess. So, there's a practical reason for it in some instances. Though the mayo on the sandwich, in this case, should have filled that role nicely...
A lot of Vietnamese sandwiches have that, too, though I never really taste it.
Nothing wrong with Butter. Butter is FTW
*Butters Callous Jack*
So is ketchup. Doesn't mean it's good on everything. I learned that the hard way as a kid with spinach....
So is ketchup. Doesn't mean it's good on everything. I learned that the hard way as a kid with spinach....
Silly Orthos. You put mustard on spinach.
I don't know if it's DM burnout or just unreasonable expectations from my players, but I feel like I'm enjoying the game less than I used to. I have two players that goof around most of the time, one newish player that tends to be a bit shy as a result of being new to the game and a more experienced guy willing to take it more seriously that often gets drowned out by our jokers. Joking around is cool and I do my share of it, but I need to figure out if it's a result of boredom or just goofiness. And then try to reign it in just a bit. I've always been the DM and sometimes I have to confess that running everything gets to be too much and every now and then I think there are other ways I'd rather spend my Sunday evening.
We started a new campaign after a TPK in RoRL (may have been my fault for not toning down a certain encounter toward the end of the second adventure, or maybe the players need to learn how to retreat once in a while) and I'm not sure if Council of Thieves is the right fit for this group. I'm considering Second Darkness instead, since it'll allow them to be more mercenary and I'm sure there's a lot of fun for our goofballs to have in Riddleport. But maybe they don't even want to play a big linked campaign; maybe they'll be happier with a bunch of disconnected adventures. I don't know.
I still love the game and I like all of my players. It just isn't as satisfying as it used to be for some reason.
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This one is short, but it's also kinda personal. I'd appreciate it if it stayed inside this post, or at least inside this thread. I just need to get it off my chest.
I have no idea why, but I thought that it would be an awesome idea (born out of convenience, but what the hell) to attempt* to have sex in an unheated truck bed, fully clothed, in the dead of winter. For those of you who ask "why is this a bad idea?" I have an answer for you. First of all, the back of my truck is not meant for people. It's uncomfortable, cramped, and barely has room for all of the shit I keep back there (because you never know when you're going to need a box of shelf brackets). Also, for those of you not familiar with New York winters, it's REALLY F@~@ING COLD.
*the act was not completed, for obvious reasons. Namely, everything I just said above.
Why why WHY WHY WHY???? I'LL TELL YOU WHY! IT'S BECAUSE I'M A F*%#ING MORON, THAT'S WHY!!