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The boss hired someone else with the same first name as me. That's now 3 of us, still not the five of us that worked at Barnes, but still confusing enough for the new guys.
I wonder what they'll call him, I'm referred to by my last name, other Captain is first name, so I guess they'll use his middle name.
In high school, we had 5 "Daves" in the house at once, just to prove we could.

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Also, I lifted my snow blower in and out of the bed of my truck somewhere around 70 times in the last two runs, on account of the guys they gave me were both incapable of doing it themselves (their words, not mine).
Which is funny, because I didn't have a problem with it and they were each at least 6 inches taller than me and both work out.
Edit: 92 times, 45 houses on my list and one big ass condo community. Each shovelled twice.

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I think that's hitting Vany, we're supposed to get an inch or two Sunday.
I think it's either seriously dissipating by the time it gets to us or it's going between us or something. We're only at a 50% chance to get an inch or less on Sunday.
Either that or NH's decades of experience just really don't include storms. ;)
EDIT: Looks like Rockford has the same forecast, and Springfield IL (hour south of me) isn't supposed to get anything, so it's apparently just not going to be much by the time it gets to us.

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Either that or NH's decades of experience just really don't include storms. ;)
You laugh, but it's really true; around here 1" a day is considered heavy rainfall. A 2.5" day generates flash flood warnings. A rain rate of 1"/hour is considered unbelievably hard.
Then we moved to Davis and were in the Sacramento Valley when a 4"/hour cell hit. We were in the right lane of a 4-lane freeway. You could not see the left lane because there was so much water.
It was then that we realized that "heavy rainfall" in the Bay Area does not mean that anywhere else...
...but when we get a "hard" 2" day like today, usually my manager in the Rockies gets hammered...

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NobodysHome wrote:Sorry, NH. That cycle started for me a couple years ago.Oops. I guess we spoiler these things!
** spoiler omitted **
Well, y'know how every group of college friends has "that guy"? The guy who drinks an entire case of Diet Coke in a night? Who drives the block and a half from his house to yours because walking is too much work? The one you're all convinced will die in his 50s if he doesn't change?
Yep. It's "that guy".
Go figure. Diet and exercise really do matter!
But he's the first of my friends of my generation to go from what might be called "old age" as opposed to suicide, homicide, accidents, or cancer, so it's a landmark of its own.
EDIT: So, I was curious. If you count only people of my own generation who I knew well enough to have over at my house and hang out, it's 2 cancer, 3 accidents, 1 suicide, and 1 homicide. All except 1 cancer before I was 30. That seems like a heck of a lot...

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EDIT: So, I was curious. If you count only people of my own generation who I knew well enough to have over at my house and hang out, it's 2 cancer, 3 accidents, 1 suicide, and 1 homicide. All except 1 cancer before I was 30. That seems like a heck of a lot...
Ehhh...not to make this a contest...but before I was out of high school I knew at least 5 kids who didn't make it to 20 in a very rural area. 100 kids in my entire high school. It was mostly gun or car accidents. Usually without alcohol involved, oddly enough.

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NobodysHome wrote:Ehhh...not to make this a contest...but before I was out of high school I knew at least 5 kids who didn't make it to 20 in a very rural area. 100 kids in my entire high school. It was mostly gun or car accidents. Usually without alcohol involved, oddly enough.
EDIT: So, I was curious. If you count only people of my own generation who I knew well enough to have over at my house and hang out, it's 2 cancer, 3 accidents, 1 suicide, and 1 homicide. All except 1 cancer before I was 30. That seems like a heck of a lot...
Right. That's why I limited it to "people I had over to my house to hang out."
Because otherwise... teenagers are idiots.

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Vanykrye wrote:Yeah, I know my version of "that guy". We figure he's actually going to Keith Richards/Ozzy/cockroach/Tupperware us instead.Scum Cat. I think my friend's cat was around 10 or 11 the first time a vet suggested that she didn't have much longer.
She lived to 26.
26 for a domestic house cat? That's insane.

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Vanykrye wrote:NobodysHome wrote:Ehhh...not to make this a contest...but before I was out of high school I knew at least 5 kids who didn't make it to 20 in a very rural area. 100 kids in my entire high school. It was mostly gun or car accidents. Usually without alcohol involved, oddly enough.
EDIT: So, I was curious. If you count only people of my own generation who I knew well enough to have over at my house and hang out, it's 2 cancer, 3 accidents, 1 suicide, and 1 homicide. All except 1 cancer before I was 30. That seems like a heck of a lot...
Right. That's why I limited it to "people I had over to my house to hang out."
Because otherwise... teenagers are idiots.
Absolutely.
The problem in the area I grew up in was that everyone in the school system was someone you were likely to hang out with at some point in somebody's home - there just weren't a lot of options for friends.

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Vanykrye wrote:NobodysHome wrote:Sorry, NH. That cycle started for me a couple years ago.Oops. I guess we spoiler these things!
** spoiler omitted **Well, y'know how every group of college friends has "that guy"? The guy who drinks an entire case of Diet Coke in a night? Who drives the block and a half from his house to yours because walking is too much work? The one you're all convinced will die in his 50s if he doesn't change?
Yep. It's "that guy".
Go figure. Diet and exercise really do matter!
But he's the first of my friends of my generation to go from what might be called "old age" as opposed to suicide, homicide, accidents, or cancer, so it's a landmark of its own.
EDIT: So, I was curious. If you count only people of my own generation who I knew well enough to have over at my house and hang out, it's 2 cancer, 3 accidents, 1 suicide, and 1 homicide. All except 1 cancer before I was 30. That seems like a heck of a lot...
Sorry to hear about that. We're going through that phase with my Dad's uncles and aunts, but since I don't know them well anyway, so I don't really feel anything.
Also please tell Hi to take care of himself!

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NobodysHome wrote:Ehhh...not to make this a contest...but before I was out of high school I knew at least 5 kids who didn't make it to 20 in a very rural area. 100 kids in my entire high school. It was mostly gun or car accidents. Usually without alcohol involved, oddly enough.
EDIT: So, I was curious. If you count only people of my own generation who I knew well enough to have over at my house and hang out, it's 2 cancer, 3 accidents, 1 suicide, and 1 homicide. All except 1 cancer before I was 30. That seems like a heck of a lot...
That's seriously depressing - I don't know anyone who's gone off before the age of 60, yet.

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Also, I lifted my snow blower in and out of the bed of my truck somewhere around 70 times in the last two runs, on account of the guys they gave me were both incapable of doing it themselves (their words, not mine).
Which is funny, because I didn't have a problem with it and they were each at least 6 inches taller than me and both work out.
Edit: 92 times, 45 houses on my list and one big ass condo community. Each shovelled twice.
I think working for a living and working out are two different stories(might be different muscle groups), but at least for the rest of us pen pushers, we need to start somewhere.

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I got three UPS boxes today from my mom and sister, filled with my grandmother's sweaters and jewelry. Most of the sweaters she knit herself. Her garment construction was exquisite... I pride myself on my handwork, but she puts me to shame. The best part is that they all still smell like her.
My favorite piece is a navy blue wool boucle suit that she knit for a trip to Europe with her parents and sister in the 60's. Pencil skirt and waist-length jacket with big buttons. I remember seeing her wear it when I was a girl... she came to visit us in Wisconsin and got off the plane in this gorgeous suit and a pair of navy heels, with her hair just so and her big sunglasses. I thought she looked like Jackie O, but prettier. So elegant, so poised. I guess the apple fell a little far from the tree... and then kept rolling.
It fits... kinda. I can get it on and it looks okay, but I either need to lose a few more pounds or buy some spanx to make it look really good on me. I do have the right shoes, though.
*Tilts turtle head, tries to pass a cup of coffee through his screen to LM and wishes he could reach through to gently pat/rub her shoulder*
She sure did seem like quite the interesting lady, your grandmother.
As for not quite fitting her clothes.
Well how can I put this...You're still an apple, one I bet is quite juicy and delicious, so please don't beat yourself up too much okay?
Ended up with an hour and a half delay, but arrived in minnesota safely.
Its cold and there is lots of snow. Im happy.
*Sends warm thoughts and regards to warm up Woran*
Oops. I guess we spoiler these things!
** spoiler omitted **
Sorry to hear that NH.
Lets hope he pulls through in the last moment.
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Just a Mort wrote:captain yesterday wrote:I think working for a living and working out are two different stories(might be different muscle groups), but at least for the rest of us pen pushers, we need to start somewhere.Also, I lifted my snow blower in and out of the bed of my truck somewhere around 70 times in the last two runs, on account of the guys they gave me were both incapable of doing it themselves (their words, not mine).
Which is funny, because I didn't have a problem with it and they were each at least 6 inches taller than me and both work out.
Edit: 92 times, 45 houses on my list and one big ass condo community. Each shovelled twice.
The funny part was gay guy called them both out on it.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one who will lift a snowblower into the truck myself"
"What the f+%%!?! These two can't lift one themselves! What the f#+% man! I'm gay, I'm not supposed to out work you!"
Didn't have him for my second run unfortunately, just the lazy jock.
I would try to lift a snowblower if I could. Note the word if. When you're a 115 lb little bit I believe it affects your str checks.

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Not that I would expect you to lift one your first day, frankly just trying is a huge plus in my book.
I would honestly prefer to take you on a run then almost anyone else they've given me.
Lazy jock didn't even try.
Another funny part is, he told gay guy on our first run (I don't learn anyone's name until they've been with me more than twice) "I'm trying to save myself for when we start back in the spring" whereas I told the boss after my last run "At least I'll be in super great shape when we start up again this spring!".
The proper perspective helps in this industry, because while he's complaining that it's too hot or he's sooo exhausted when we finally hit 70 this spring I'll be coasting along saying how grateful I am we've finally climbed above 70.

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Limeylongears wrote:This admittedly doesn't help lol. Elves continue to be my least-favorite core race and I'm only rather recently finding ways to enjoy playing them extensively. (Usually by making them as un-elven as possible, such as one of my current NWN characters, a Hellbred Elf Paladin of Deneir/Swordmage who was a member of the Eldreth Veluuthra [FR's Elf KKK] in her former life.)NobodysHome wrote:I believe she was described somewhere as a 'quintessentially Elven goddess', which might have put an interesting slant on Elven society & culture, but if I'm right, they don't seem to have developed the idea.I could go on and on, but I won't. I suspect she is strongly adored by boys who like to play uber-sexualized women, and women who like to play "sex is power" characters, So basically players who want to focus on their PC's sexuality.
I can see it. I'd rather play something different, but my other choice is Asmodeus and I don't do evil, so, if I have to play it, I might as well do my best.
as much as I hate forgotten realms, I find the eldreth veluuthra and craulnober utterly fascinating. Finally, imperfect elves who aren't color coded.

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Vanykrye wrote:Either that or NH's decades of experience just really don't include storms. ;)You laugh, but it's really true; around here 1" a day is considered heavy rainfall. A 2.5" day generates flash flood warnings. A rain rate of 1"/hour is considered unbelievably hard.
Then we moved to Davis and were in the Sacramento Valley when a 4"/hour cell hit. We were in the right lane of a 4-lane freeway. You could not see the left lane because there was so much water.
It was then that we realized that "heavy rainfall" in the Bay Area does not mean that anywhere else...
...but when we get a "hard" 2" day like today, usually my manager in the Rockies gets hammered...
my nephew panics when it rains here during his NYC visits.

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NobodysHome wrote:Ehhh...not to make this a contest...but before I was out of high school I knew at least 5 kids who didn't make it to 20 in a very rural area. 100 kids in my entire high school. It was mostly gun or car accidents. Usually without alcohol involved, oddly enough.
EDIT: So, I was curious. If you count only people of my own generation who I knew well enough to have over at my house and hang out, it's 2 cancer, 3 accidents, 1 suicide, and 1 homicide. All except 1 cancer before I was 30. That seems like a heck of a lot...
I knew more death and seemingly-underage sex living in the middle of nowhere in "wholesome" pa than I ever did living on the "mean streets" of NY.

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Why I almost buried lazy jock in a snow drift.
After every job he asks me "How many do we have left?" "I don't know, I don't count them, just move down the list until they're done, and I call the boss to see if he has any more" "well, I'm a numbers guy, so I gotta know!" "Then work with someone else, because I don't count".
Edit: I have so many houses on my list it can be discouraging to count them down "okay, that's one down, forty three more to go! Yay?..."

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I grab random stuff to see if I can lift them. Today we were setting up for high intensity interval training so it was a big ass tyre. Didn't manage the biggest one but I guess I can lift the second biggest tyre? Though if you're moving tyres for any kind of distance I'd recommend you get them on their treads so you can roll em.
The other day it was a large pussy willow vase half filled with water because we needed to get the water changed(it was starting to stink). Just lifted it onto the trolley then we started rolling it out.

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** spoiler omitted **
So frustration both with the system and with my friend for not taking matters into his own hands. If other people won't help you, help yourself! His entire life was one of, "It's that person's job, so heck if I'm going to do it!"
Not a good approach to life.

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And Aiymi's laptop just took a dump. Can't see the hard drive and won't boot.
And her job is one of them trendy start-up type places that says "We'll provide you with a Mac Notebook! Or you can bring your own device!" She gave the Mac a solid two months to try to get used to it and just couldn't, so now we have to replace her laptop pretty much immediately. This may affect my road trip plans.

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70 is kinda cold for me. Basically it takes a lot of heat to bother me. Like above 85F.
LOL. In the winter it is nearly impossible to keep the interior of the house above 60°F. So if you come to visit, I strongly suggest late September/early October, which is about the only time we see 80°F+ temperatures.

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Who loves elves?
Me! Me! Me!
I like the DCC RPG/'The Broken Sword' elves best, though, i.e. more like the Sidhe of Celtic myth, and a bit more weird and uncanny and inhuman. The Vadagh/Nhadragh/Melniboneans of Michael Moorcock are another good reference point, or Steven Brust's Draghaerans.
My favourite elven character was a sweary, intoxicant-guzzling, whore-mongering pirate from Sargava, so not very true to the stereotype.

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So, I do my utmost to avoid disparaging teachers, as they do a thankless job for ridiculously-low pay and are abused by multitudes who don't know any better.
But I'll always rip bad math teachers, because they're the ones who perpetuate math phobia, generation after generation. (And Impus Major has one of the stereotypical worst this year. "The more homework I assign, the better teacher I am!" Pah!)
But sometimes teachers in other subjects do things that just indicate they're just not 100% clear on the concept.
Impus Minor got a "simple" assignment in his IHS (somethingorother Health Studies -- the modern replacement for Home Ec) class: Choose a fast food, and create a replacement that is:
(1) Healthier
(2) Cheaper
(3) Tastier
Yep. I told the assignment to GothBard and she laughed out loud.
"We're going to take a group of 14-year-old kids and have them outperform a multi-trillion dollar industry in food production."
Er, what?
Anyway, Impus Minor chose pancakes as the food, and chose to mix bananas in with the batter.
As expected, getting 2 out of 3 is easy. They're healthier and taste better.
Heck if they're cheaper, though.

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Vanykrye wrote:That's seriously depressing - I don't know anyone who's gone off before the age of 60, yet.NobodysHome wrote:Ehhh...not to make this a contest...but before I was out of high school I knew at least 5 kids who didn't make it to 20 in a very rural area. 100 kids in my entire high school. It was mostly gun or car accidents. Usually without alcohol involved, oddly enough.
EDIT: So, I was curious. If you count only people of my own generation who I knew well enough to have over at my house and hang out, it's 2 cancer, 3 accidents, 1 suicide, and 1 homicide. All except 1 cancer before I was 30. That seems like a heck of a lot...
You started hanging around here before 8th Dwarf was gone, I think.

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Finally got a major tech setback resolved this morning. Haven't been able to use a work app since December, kept getting a bogus logon prompt that would reject any username/password combo I typed in.
Two months, two IT departments, one third party, and six IT people later, and all it took was reactivating my account/password. No explanation why it happened, all I can think is that I didn't use it for too long and my password expired.
I'm glad the solution was so simple, but the amount of time and energy that went into this problem has been ridiculous.