I have never lived anywhere that had a mechanism of any sort that required lighting a pilot light. I only know what one is through context and cultural osmosis.Speaking of Things That Baffle Me:
- People who can't light pilot lights
Admittedly, I've only lived in California, but virtually every home heater and nearly half of all stovetops and ovens use natural gas or propane. While stovetops and ovens have moved away from pilot lights in favor of electric igniters, every gas heater I've ever seen uses a pilot light.
So it seems like every individual, on first moving out and living on their own, should have learned to light a pilot light. For us as kids it was practically a matter of survival: Our parents took us to "rustic" cabins in the Sierras on snow trips, where the outside temperature at night was typically 15-20˚F, and the pilot light went out on a regular basis. So one of us would wake up from the cold, crawl over to the heater, re-light the pilot, and get back to bed.
I mention this because MiL woke up to a 50˚F house this morning and was in a complete panic because she had no sources of heat and the landlady is out of town. And she had no idea how to light a pilot light. I went over, lit it, and she's fine.
But the sheer amazement of, "You're 71 years old and you don't know how to light a pilot light?" came as quite the shock to me. I mean, looking at her background, she got pregnant in her early 20s, moved in with her future husband, then while they were divorcing she moved in with her next husband, so she's never lived on her own before. So it kind of makes sense. But as usual, I'm the type of person who would open up the heater, see the clearly-printed instructions on how to light the pilot, and follow them, rather than sit in the cold, worried about whether anyone else could help me.
One of those things.
Its interesting- the further I get away from NY, the less people seem knowledgeable of gas lines and gas stoves. Is it really all electric by you?
Boogiewoogiewoogie.
I hooked up a couple gas stoves when working for a soulless predatory business temporarily. It always filled me with sheer abject terror that if I screwed up, I could inadvertently poison a bunch of people or blow something up.
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Speaking of Things That Baffle Me:
- People who can't light pilot lights
Admittedly, I've only lived in California, but virtually every home heater and nearly half of all stovetops and ovens use natural gas or propane. While stovetops and ovens have moved away from pilot lights in favor of electric igniters, every gas heater I've ever seen uses a pilot light.
So it seems like every individual, on first moving out and living on their own, should have learned to light a pilot light. For us as kids it was practically a matter of survival: Our parents took us to "rustic" cabins in the Sierras on snow trips, where the outside temperature at night was typically 15-20˚F, and the pilot light went out on a regular basis. So one of us would wake up from the cold, crawl over to the heater, re-light the pilot, and get back to bed.
I mention this because MiL woke up to a 50˚F house this morning and was in a complete panic because she had no sources of heat and the landlady is out of town. And she had no idea how to light a pilot light. I went over, lit it, and she's fine.
But the sheer amazement of, "You're 71 years old and you don't know how to light a pilot light?" came as quite the shock to me. I mean, looking at her background, she got pregnant in her early 20s, moved in with her future husband, then while they were divorcing she moved in with her next husband, so she's never lived on her own before. So it kind of makes sense. But as usual, I'm the type of person who would open up the heater, see the clearly-printed instructions on how to light the pilot, and follow them, rather than sit in the cold, worried about whether anyone else could help me.
One of those things.
Okay. BUT.
When we lived in the Victorian with the World's Most Fabulous Landlord right after we were married, the pilot lights in the hall furnace and the gas fireplace in the bedroom got turned off (gas feed cut off) every Spring, and when the weather turned cold, he would call a PG&E tech to come check things out for us before turning the gas on. One year, I got impatient and just lighted the pilots by myself. I was scolded by both my landlord and the PG&E tech for doing this, because the gas lines were old and "bad things could happen".
I finished the stupid f%+@ing stealth mission.
Next up, weaponizing Boozer.
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When you grow up in the Midwest pilot lights are just something you're taught shortly after birth, like walking, or deer hunting.
NobodysHome Is Glad Lisamarlene Lives A Thousand Miles Away Because...
We just watched Ruthless People with the kids, and I commented, "Aaand that's what would have happened if Lisamarlene had married the Fake Russian!"
EDIT: And yes, I see myself as the hopelessly-lost Judge Rheinhold character, who simply cannot comprehend people who can't even be decent to one another.
OK, Berkeley, I gave you a bad rap. Rock on!
I have never lived anywhere that had a mechanism of any sort that required lighting a pilot light. I only know what one is through context and cultural osmosis.Speaking of Things That Baffle Me:
- People who can't light pilot lights
Admittedly, I've only lived in California, but virtually every home heater and nearly half of all stovetops and ovens use natural gas or propane. While stovetops and ovens have moved away from pilot lights in favor of electric igniters, every gas heater I've ever seen uses a pilot light.
So it seems like every individual, on first moving out and living on their own, should have learned to light a pilot light. For us as kids it was practically a matter of survival: Our parents took us to "rustic" cabins in the Sierras on snow trips, where the outside temperature at night was typically 15-20˚F, and the pilot light went out on a regular basis. So one of us would wake up from the cold, crawl over to the heater, re-light the pilot, and get back to bed.
I mention this because MiL woke up to a 50˚F house this morning and was in a complete panic because she had no sources of heat and the landlady is out of town. And she had no idea how to light a pilot light. I went over, lit it, and she's fine.
But the sheer amazement of, "You're 71 years old and you don't know how to light a pilot light?" came as quite the shock to me. I mean, looking at her background, she got pregnant in her early 20s, moved in with her future husband, then while they were divorcing she moved in with her next husband, so she's never lived on her own before. So it kind of makes sense. But as usual, I'm the type of person who would open up the heater, see the clearly-printed instructions on how to light the pilot, and follow them, rather than sit in the cold, worried about whether anyone else could help me.
One of those things.
What does your home do for heated water? Because I can't believe you didn't have a gas water heater...
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I would assume that he had an electric water heater. Most of the homes I grew up in had them.
Wow! I've never even heard of one, much less seen one!
You learn something new every few days...
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I am playing Darksiders III, and... Well. It feels inferior than previous games, the dodging is clumsy and the enemies kill you in just a few hit, so I die often. Which wouldn'yt be an issue if I wasn't playing on second out of five or six difficulty levels.
I forced myself to beat the play through I was not happy about it though. Some of the puzzle and the platofroming stuff was super obnoxious and yeah the dodging thing to. Which is a shame because I liked the first 2 especially the first one.
I heard that it's the law that you have to turn your headlights on when it's raining in Sweden. What I want to know is, how the f!@* am I supposed to know if it's raining in Sweden?
It's called the internet gran. Get with the times.
It's a trick question. It's always raining in Sweden!
And as an amusing addendum, it is now state law in California that you have to turn on your lights when it's raining.
Which no one remembers, of course, because it's rained what? 3 times in the 4 years since the law was passed...
You should of tried the dst night. It was awful.
Hey John.
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He really does look like him!!!!The head picture where he looks diginified and regal, like a Ron Perlman playing a lion.Woran, Mephisto's photo officially became the face of my heroic catfolk champion character.Haha, which one? Or just him looking like his slightly confused self in general?
His nickname is Purrlman
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NobodysHome Is Glad Lisamarlene Lives A Thousand Miles Away Because...
We just watched Ruthless People with the kids, and I commented, "Aaand that's what would have happened if Lisamarlene had married the Fake Russian!"
EDIT: And yes, I see myself as the hopelessly-lost Judge Rheinhold character, who simply cannot comprehend people who can't even be decent to one another.
Nope. Not even vaguely.
The Fake Russian and I absolutely love each other in a way that no one else really gets. (I mean, for two people aho are neither related nor romantically involved. There's never been anything going on.) He still calls me fairly often.
He used to try to do nice things for me and spoil me, I would say, "no, that's stupid," and I would set the rules, he would say "yes dear" and then turn around and spoil Hermione behind my back instead.
Also, he's much funnier and more charming than Danny Devito.
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Funnier and more charming then Danny Devito? and you didn't marry him? Wow.
203.4. A lb behind where i wanted to be but lowest i have been in ages. Will take it and keep sweating.
NobodysHome Is Glad Lisamarlene Lives A Thousand Miles Away Because...
We just watched Ruthless People with the kids, and I commented, "Aaand that's what would have happened if Lisamarlene had married the Fake Russian!"
EDIT: And yes, I see myself as the hopelessly-lost Judge Rheinhold character, who simply cannot comprehend people who can't even be decent to one another.
Nope. Not even vaguely.
The Fake Russian and I absolutely love each other in a way that no one else really gets. (I mean, for two people aho are neither related nor romantically involved. There's never been anything going on.) He still calls me fairly often.
He used to try to do nice things for me and spoil me, I would say, "no, that's stupid," and I would set the rules, he would say "yes dear" and then turn around and spoil Hermione behind my back instead.
Also, he's much funnier and more charming than Danny Devito.
I...see...
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Funnier and more charming then Danny Devito? and you didn't marry him? Wow.
WW and I had already been married for ten years when The Ersatz Russian and I met. I don't mess around.
203.4. A lb behind where i wanted to be but lowest i have been in ages. Will take it and keep sweating.
Damn you!!!
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Last night's game started with AN HOUR AND A HALF of WW and the kids, all of whom had just leveled up their PCs to 17, arguing with each other about how best to avoid four CR 12 clockwork guards. Which they only had to face two of at a time.
So I wandered off to the kitchen, started making dinner, and screamed silently into the void for a while.
Of course, you're talking to the girl who once had her PC dive, ululating, into a Hungry Pit to attack a Corpse Orgy because it was an abomination that needed to die.
All I'm saying is, there is a happy medium in there somewhere.
Last night's game started with AN HOUR AND A HALF of WW and the kids, all of whom had just leveled up their PCs to 17, arguing with each other about how best to avoid four CR 12 clockwork guards. Which they only had to face two of at a time.
So I wandered off to the kitchen, started making dinner, and screamed silently into the void for a while.
Of course, you're talking to the girl who once had her PC dive, ululating, into a Hungry Pit to attack a Corpse Orgy because it was an abomination that needed to die.
All I'm saying is, there is a happy medium in there somewhere.
Oyotosho!!!!
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Of course, you're talking to the girl who once had her PC dive, ululating, into a Hungry Pit to attack a Corpse Orgy because it was an abomination that needed to die.
That's Aiymi in most games she plays, both tabletop and computer.
There's a reason I mostly play as rogues, and it's not just because I like making new characters.
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Oyotosho!!!!Last night's game started with AN HOUR AND A HALF of WW and the kids, all of whom had just leveled up their PCs to 17, arguing with each other about how best to avoid four CR 12 clockwork guards. Which they only had to face two of at a time.
So I wandered off to the kitchen, started making dinner, and screamed silently into the void for a while.
Of course, you're talking to the girl who once had her PC dive, ululating, into a Hungry Pit to attack a Corpse Orgy because it was an abomination that needed to die.
All I'm saying is, there is a happy medium in there somewhere.
..booyakasha?
I would assume that he had an electric water heater. Most of the homes I grew up in had them.Wow! I've never even heard of one, much less seen one!
You learn something new every few days...
Correct, always had electric heaters.
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The weekend has been surprisingly good for my mental health after Thursday's scare. Should be able to get restarted on pbp setup again now. Or after work at least.
The weekend has been surprisingly good for my mental health after Thursday's scare. Should be able to get restarted on pbp setup again now. Or after work at least.
Thats good!
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I also slipped in another job application. They can't ALL maintain a stony silence!
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..booyakasha?Oyotosho!!!!
Of course, you're talking to the girl who once had her PC dive, ululating, into a Hungry Pit to attack a Corpse Orgy because it was an abomination that needed to die.
I misspelled it because my german is subpar.
Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Heiaha! Heiaha! Hojotoho! Heiaha!
Dir rat' ich, Vater, rüste dich selbst;
harten Sturm sollst du bestehn.
Fricka naht, deine Frau,
im Wagen mit dem Widdergespann.
Hei! Wie die goldne Geissel sie schwingt!
Die armen Tiere ächzen vor Angst;
wild rasseln die Räder;
zornig fährt sie zum Zank!
In solchem Strausse streit' ich nicht gern,
lieb' ich auch mutiger Männer Schlacht!
Drum sieh, wie den Sturm du bestehst:
ich Lustige lass' dich im Stich!
Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Heiaha! Heiaha!
Heiahaha!
I am playing Darksiders III, and... Well. It feels inferior than previous games, the dodging is clumsy and the enemies kill you in just a few hit, so I die often. Which wouldn'yt be an issue if I wasn't playing on second out of five or six difficulty levels.I forced myself to beat the play through I was not happy about it though. Some of the puzzle and the platofroming stuff was super obnoxious and yeah the dodging thing to. Which is a shame because I liked the first 2 especially the first one.
Yeah. Me too. Though I think that I like Death more than War.
I'll keep going with Darksiders - which isn't exactly a bad game, it's just inferior to the previous games.
I wonder how does Darksiders Genesis handle its genre.
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..booyakasha?Oyotosho!!!!
Of course, you're talking to the girl who once had her PC dive, ululating, into a Hungry Pit to attack a Corpse Orgy because it was an abomination that needed to die.
I misspelled it because my german is subpar.
Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Heiaha! Heiaha! Hojotoho! Heiaha!Dir rat' ich, Vater, rüste dich selbst;
harten Sturm sollst du bestehn.
Fricka naht, deine Frau,
im Wagen mit dem Widdergespann.
Hei! Wie die goldne Geissel sie schwingt!
Die armen Tiere ächzen vor Angst;
wild rasseln die Räder;
zornig fährt sie zum Zank!
In solchem Strausse streit' ich nicht gern,
lieb' ich auch mutiger Männer Schlacht!
Drum sieh, wie den Sturm du bestehst:
ich Lustige lass' dich im Stich!
Hojotoho! Hojotoho!
Heiaha! Heiaha!
Heiahaha!
uh...
Eich ben ein Freeholder?
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Delicate Sound Of Bellflower At Dawn, aka Bellflower, leshy bard, Gorbacz's wife. Charming small bush that is a walking ecosystem of herself ("DO NOT EAT things crawling on me").
Burp Bzarp, mighty dragon kobold witch, Gorbacza. A MIGHTY DRAGON, main damage dealer, and an unexpected diplomat.
Chik Chorrok, tengu investigator. General meddler.
Fumbus, a goblin alchemist (pregene character, the player never played Pathfinder before). A definite cynic, intellectualist, and a connessoir of various foods.
Lily, an unwashed halfling ranger who is another walking ecosystem of her own, though unlike Bell, she doesn't mind people taking and eating bugs that crawl on her.
Zathra, the dashing catfolk CG champion. Here to cutting baddies with a sword and healing friends with lay on hands. Yours truly.
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wagner's Die Walkure. It is the entrance of Brunhilde the valkyrie for Ride of the Valkyries.
I have always envisioned Brunhilde as a bit of a suicide bomber on her winged horse, so her battle cry here seemed appropriate.
The intro declaratives are particularly hard for many singers as they then have to transition to the more lyrical follow-on. James Levine may be a pederast, but he gave me an awesome Brunhilde back in 09 or 10.