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Her birthday wasn't even in January.
So, even less of a good idea...
Edit: the Hamster is ALWAYS naked, but you may feast your eyes anyhow...
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I kept hearing about gelato, and decided to pick some up, and maybe I got a bad brand or something, but other than cold, this stuff has next to no flavor...
Wow...
Yes. You got very very sad gelato.
Its entire raison d'etre is to be a kind of concentrated, turbo-flavored ice cream. Eating a single cone of gelato is something you do on a dare; it's just too chocolaty (or whatever).
So something called gelato with no flavor is just sad. It should be smoother and far more flavorful than ice cream. Not just a little. And definitely NOT flavorless.
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Too Chocolaty.... Challenge accepted!
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I kept hearing about gelato, and decided to pick some up, and maybe I got a bad brand or something, but other than cold, this stuff has next to no flavor...Wow...
Yes. You got very very sad gelato.
Its entire raison d'etre is to be a kind of concentrated, turbo-flavored ice cream. Eating a single cone of gelato is something you do on a dare; it's just too chocolaty (or whatever).
So something called gelato with no flavor is just sad. It should be smoother and far more flavorful than ice cream. Not just a little. And definitely NOT flavorless.
Well, then, I don't recommend...*looks at jar* Talenti brand gelato, which I only got because I really like pistachio ice cream, and the bits of pistachio were the best part, but you can just freeze a bag of pistachios...
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Woo finished the hardest part about putting my book together should have the rest done in under 2 weeks. Then comes the decision of how to get it published edited etc.
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Lol well yes that was the plan even though I did not type it in that order.
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If you can't type things in the right order, then maybe writing a book wasn't a great plan.
Hey now its the editors job to put it in order!
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To quickly sum it up its a Super hero RPG using the Starfinder rules basically.
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Its OK I get to enjoy his suffering too so it balances out.
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Yes! yes! suffer! Suffer!
(clearly you need to build another floor to your hotel better get started!)
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God, I love our group sales lady. I was looking at this weekend, and noticed that we have two groups coming in. She has promised one group 13 rooms with two queen beds in each room. She promised the other group 20 rooms of the same type. We only have 30 rooms of that type in the hotel. How are we supposed to give them 33?
You need to fly CY over for emergency hotel building! Quickly! Time is running short!
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Shes not wrong.
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I can clearly see your confession just 4 posts above this one.
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And, as the psychiatrist said to the man wearing saran wrap pants: "Well, I can clearly see your nuts."
He's not nuts, he's just Roy Orbison. (Don't google that.)
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In Giannetto (1997) 1 Cr App R 1, D was convicted of the murder of his wife, V. According to the prosecution’s case, V was murdered either by D or by a hired killer on his behalf. D appealed on the ground that, if the prosecution could not prove whether he had murdered V himself or someone else had done it, he was entitled to an acquittal. The Court of Appeal dismissed the appeal. Provided, in either case, that D had the requisite actus reus and mens rea (as principal, this is causing death with intent to kill or cause really serious injury; for secondary parties, see below), then it did not matter whether he had killed her himself or encouraged another to do so.
D is defendant, V is victim. For instance, in Giannetto, the Court held that the mere utterance of 'oh goody' by a husband to a plan already in existence to kill his wife as abetting a murder.
Also by definition under the Accessories and Abettors Act 1861 - Whosoever shall aid, abet, counsel, or procure the commission of any indictable offence, whether the same be an offence at common law or by virtue of any Act passed or to be passed, shall be liable to be tried, indicted, and punished as a principal offender.
"To procure" means "to produce by endeavour, by setting out to see that it happens and taking the appropriate steps to produce that happening". The principal can be entirely "innocent" of the procurer's acts so long as there is proof of a causal link between the procuring and the commission of the offence by the principal offender, e.g., as in AG’s Reference (No 1) (1975) 2 AER 684, spiking a drink procures a drunk-driving offence.
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wow.
Large Tough Prisoner guy: What are you in for?
D: I said "oh goody" when someone told me they were gonna kill my wife.
*Prisoner's eyes go wide and he quickly backs away*
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If it's stone you want I can build it, but if it's wood you might want a professional, I've only learned how to demolish wood structures, not build them.
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There are people named Summer, Autumn, and Winter, yet I've never met a Spring. I have met April, May, and June though.I've met almost every month except February, October, and December.
I've met a December, and while not real life October is the name of a book character I like.
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So we just need a February and September now eh?
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A long-defunct fairy tale comic has a November as the main character, and she mentions her sisters are named August and September.
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I knew a guy named Nimrod in Seattle.
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Back to the stop sign and lollipop/dyslexic Q job.
It's probably a good thing they don't let me name projects.
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*Kicks Cover Turtle shell to wake him up, then starts rubbing paw. Ow!*
*Wakes up and flails at the air in attempt at propper blocks and punches, before getting his bearings and looks at Kitty and her sore paw*
*Tenderly takes Kittys paw and blows on it, before wobbling off to the kitchen**Returns with an icepack and places it on Kittys sore paw*
Re Drizzt.
*Looks like he's trying to remember something*
I guess I would the say the books were okay. Nothing spectacular though.
Its been ages since I read one, so I might looking at them trough the rosy-tint of memory. What I do remember though is, that he wasn't my FR drow by far though, heck house Baenre has produced more interesting figures then him more then once.
Re Foodfight
Food fight looks like someone went to the grocery store, smeared mud and feces all over everything and filmed it, and then added voice acting, using the worst possible takes that they could, all so that they could pocket 60 million out of a 65 million dollar budget.
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*Turtle chirps in*
While all of the above is at least partially true, there's so much more tasty imagery.
- Food Nazis
- pseudo beastiality
- a famous voice cast
- A strangely high amount of fetish fuel (various)
- And much much more!
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Jeez this thread grows faster then the weeds in my garden.
Your weeds are wimps. Get some ivy. Or kudzu.
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Vinca is some pretty hardcore invasive shit around us, that and f~$&ing morning glory.
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Impus Major's Friend: Hey, Impus Major! What time is your brother's graduation? My brother's graduating, too, and he didn't know what time it was.
Impus Major: Hang on a sec, let me ask him...
Impus Minor: I don't know.
Impus Major: He doesn't know.
IMF: Tell your brother he's an idiot.
The most entertaining aspects of this conversation are:
Anyone have a bomb shelter I can lease for 16 years 'til both my kids hit 30?
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Objects I have to look out for on our current job.
3 valve boxes, 5 two foot spikes with wires attached to them, and the cable cable.
"This is what happens when you mention shaving angry bears" - Coworker.
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So Drejk was asking about cost-of-living differences, Dallas vs. the part of the S.F. Bay area where N.H. and I live.
Prices are so low that we've switched from looking at apartments/duplexes to rent to instead just renting a house... something that for us has been completely unheard of before now.
Our current favorite--and there are over a dozen comparable homes in the same area and price range--is $1350 a month for a 3 bedroom, 2 bath, house. 1522 square feet, newly renovated (new roof, new flooring, new deck in the back yard), 2 car garage.
The same house, here, would probably rent for at least $4000 a month.
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Impus Major's Friend: Hey, Impus Major! What time is your brother's graduation? My brother's graduating, too, and he didn't know what time it was.
Impus Major: Hang on a sec, let me ask him...
Impus Minor: I don't know.
Impus Major: He doesn't know.
IMF: Tell your brother he's an idiot.The most entertaining aspects of this conversation are:
IMF's brother didn't know, either. So either the school did a terrible job of communicating when graduation was happening for them, or BOTH brothers are idiots. Both are distinct possibilities.
This summarizes my life with teenagers. The school rashly assumes they will communicate with me in some manner. They fail. Events are entirely missed. Huge 12-hour parties are planned at my home without my knowledge.
Anyone have a bomb shelter I can lease for 16 years 'til both my kids hit 30?
I think high schools should do what preschools do: assume the students are not capable of communicating accurately and spam the parents with multiple, detailed email reminders about each event.
Then the *parents* can ignore the reminders, not read the emails, and shrug and say, "Oh, I didn't know that."
Which they do. Because most parents are idiots.
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Today's going to be an absolute pisser of a day.
At 10:00, I have my last admissions tour.
At 11:00, The Boss arrives on campus to give an admissions tour of her own. This means that (a) she's going to make all the faculty edgy, because (b) she will find a long list of things for which she can be pointedly disappointed in us, and (c) none of the teachers will get breaks (yes, it's against labor law and no, she doesn't care) because she'll want to drag teachers into the office instead for lengthy "little talks".
And then I also have a birthday celebration in my class for one of my students, which means his parents will be there, and I also have the gal I desperately want to take over my position coming in during the afternoon to observe the classroom and then talk to me for the fourth time about the job because she still hasn't made up her mind. And I'm not sure if Xiao Zhang (the boss) is going to want to stay to talk to her as well. Or what time she will finally leave so we can all start breathing again.
Including today, 24 work days left.
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Jeez this thread grows faster then the weeds in my garden.Your weeds are wimps. Get some ivy. Or kudzu.
Wait, why are you giving advice on destroying an ecosystem?
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Impus Major's Friend: Hey, Impus Major! What time is your brother's graduation? My brother's graduating, too, and he didn't know what time it was.
Impus Major: Hang on a sec, let me ask him...
Impus Minor: I don't know.
Impus Major: He doesn't know.
IMF: Tell your brother he's an idiot.The most entertaining aspects of this conversation are:
IMF's brother didn't know, either. So either the school did a terrible job of communicating when graduation was happening for them, or BOTH brothers are idiots. Both are distinct possibilities.
This summarizes my life with teenagers. The school rashly assumes they will communicate with me in some manner. They fail. Events are entirely missed. Huge 12-hour parties are planned at my home without my knowledge.
Anyone have a bomb shelter I can lease for 16 years 'til both my kids hit 30?
At some years, we had notebooks (each student their own) dedicated to teacher-parent communication, mostly notes about bad behavior but other things too.
Of course we often forgot to bring them to school, or forgot to show them to our parents. Win-win.
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So Drejk was asking about cost-of-living differences, Dallas vs. the part of the S.F. Bay area where N.H. and I live.
Prices are so low that we've switched from looking at apartments/duplexes to rent to instead just renting a house... something that for us has been completely unheard of before now.
Our current favorite--and there are over a dozen comparable homes in the same area and price range--is $1350 a month for a 3 bedroom, 2 bath, house. 1522 square feet, newly renovated (new roof, new flooring, new deck in the back yard), 2 car garage.
The same house, here, would probably rent for at least $4000 a month.
The Portland house is 2300 square feet, and technically only 3 bedrooms, 1 1/2 baths (though you KNOW it's much bigger than that), 1 car garage, and rents for $3450.
EDIT: I think the big difference is yard space. The Portland house is only on a 5000 sq. ft. lot, and that's the biggest lot available in Albany. I'm sure the houses in Dallas have much more land around them.
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Impus Major's Friend: Hey, Impus Major! What time is your brother's graduation? My brother's graduating, too, and he didn't know what time it was.
Impus Major: Hang on a sec, let me ask him...
Impus Minor: I don't know.
Impus Major: He doesn't know.
IMF: Tell your brother he's an idiot.The most entertaining aspects of this conversation are:
IMF's brother didn't know, either. So either the school did a terrible job of communicating when graduation was happening for them, or BOTH brothers are idiots. Both are distinct possibilities.
This summarizes my life with teenagers. The school rashly assumes they will communicate with me in some manner. They fail. Events are entirely missed. Huge 12-hour parties are planned at my home without my knowledge.
Anyone have a bomb shelter I can lease for 16 years 'til both my kids hit 30?
I think high schools should do what preschools do: assume the students are not capable of communicating accurately and spam the parents with multiple, detailed email reminders about each event.
Then the *parents* can ignore the reminders, not read the emails, and shrug and say, "Oh, I didn't know that."
Which they do. Because most parents are idiots.
I pictured pinning notes to the teenagers' shirts. I like that idea.
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And how much experience would you give for letting the GM turn every session into his favorite episodes of Melrose Place.
I'd probably give him or her the experience of me walking out*
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And how much experience would you give for letting the GM turn every session into his favorite episodes of Melrose Place.I'd probably give him or her the experience of me walking out*
But, you can be Jake!
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Today's going to be an absolute pisser of a day.
At 10:00, I have my last admissions tour.
At 11:00, The Boss arrives on campus to give an admissions tour of her own. This means that (a) she's going to make all the faculty edgy, because (b) she will find a long list of things for which she can be pointedly disappointed in us, and (c) none of the teachers will get breaks (yes, it's against labor law and no, she doesn't care) because she'll want to drag teachers into the office instead for lengthy "little talks".And then I also have a birthday celebration in my class for one of my students, which means his parents will be there, and I also have the gal I desperately want to take over my position coming in during the afternoon to observe the classroom and then talk to me for the fourth time about the job because she still hasn't made up her mind. And I'm not sure if Xiao Zhang (the boss) is going to want to stay to talk to her as well. Or what time she will finally leave so we can all start breathing again.
Including today, 24 work days left.
I stepped into it myself the moment I got to work today. Cannot discuss anything due to HIPAA regulations obviously, but I had to be professional supervisory authoritative and put together after a hellish commute. Ugh. Bad start.
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And how much experience would you give for letting the GM turn every session into his favorite episodes of Melrose Place.I'd probably give him or her the experience of me walking out*
are you slapping anyone before you do so?
Wait, is this Melrose Place, Dynasty, or Neon Genesis Evangelion.
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So that's why coworker was apologizing for the blocks he gave me to build a wall under a deck.
Each one is 120 pounds.