I see that I've been replaced...
I see that I've been replaced...
Never! Not as long as I piss on the bed whenever I'm mad at Moorluck you won't!
A.K.A. "Whatever I like".I don't define them; they define themselves in a complex interaction with All That Is. I just recognize them.Leave The Classics The Hell Alone.Define classics.
You gotta lotta time now, right? And the new GI bill? I recommend a Great Books institution.
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I don't define them; they define themselves in a complex interaction with All That Is. I just recognize them.Leave The Classics The Hell Alone.Define classics.
Mairk's position would carry more weight if he didn't insist on pronouncing "drow" incorrectly.
Blame the people of the Orkney Isles, not me, Fair Slaad. Again, I'm just a reporter.
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I don't define them; they define themselves in a complex interaction with All That Is. I just recognize them.Leave The Classics The Hell Alone.Define classics.Mairk's position would carry more weight if he didn't insist on pronouncing "drow" incorrectly.
Hey! D-R-O-W is pronounced thus: "Emo-poetic souled-lethal twi scimater wielding kitty cat loving god of kewl!!"
When the Master steals a word, he gives it a new pronunciation. BOW! BOW MORTAL SCUM!!!! Then, eat your pee-can PIEs!
It can get soupy!
Dear God. I shot a man once for calling a puh'cawn pie a name for an emergency toilet. It was a mercy killing.
In the next life, I hope they spell it Drough.
EDIT: Naked crankiness for ToP again !?
You are 'Bitter' Thorn, LOL
But, yah, I'm right there with you. I'm dealing with a chick that 'oversleeps.' Two times past 30 mins late. I told her to get a better alarm. It fncks my entire morning over doing her opening as well as handling my own stuff. One more and it's talk to teh jefe..
In the next life, I hope they spell it Drough.But then we'd just be peeved that they can't spell.
Nah. Poetic justice.
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Yeah that Lestat movie with Aaliyah was eminently forgettable.Indeed. Sad thing is, I used to love the Anne Rice books. Even went to one of her public Halloween parties one year. I dressed as a priest - it was awesome. People kept coming up to take pictures with me.
Anyway, then a few years back, Rice got into some big stink with Al Copeland, the owner of Popeyes Fried Chicken, because he bought a refurbished a building she liked and had written into one of the Lestat books. She acted like a f@&&ing child during the whole fiasco. I haven't read any of her stuff since.
Haven't read her stuff since Memnoch. She started getting way out there and all the ax grinding was getting metal shavings in my eye.
Wolfthulhu is apparently trying to convince my younger brother to attend.Hehe, Think the Mrs. will let that fly with a six-month old?
If she lets him she is awesome!
Haven't read her stuff since Memnoch. She started getting way out there and all the ax grinding was getting metal shavings in my eye.Yeah that Lestat movie with Aaliyah was eminently forgettable.Indeed. Sad thing is, I used to love the Anne Rice books. Even went to one of her public Halloween parties one year. I dressed as a priest - it was awesome. People kept coming up to take pictures with me.
Anyway, then a few years back, Rice got into some big stink with Al Copeland, the owner of Popeyes Fried Chicken, because he bought a refurbished a building she liked and had written into one of the Lestat books. She acted like a f@&&ing child during the whole fiasco. I haven't read any of her stuff since.
If she lets him she is awesome!Wolfthulhu is apparently trying to convince my younger brother to attend.Hehe, Think the Mrs. will let that fly with a six-month old?
My wife did last year with an 8 month old.
I swore I'd never read one of those Vampire books ever again, and a buddy begged me years later to read Memnoch the Devil. I gotta say, it might be my favorite of the bunch. (And no, I'm not saying it's a classic. ;-) )
I swore I'd never read one of those Vampire books ever again, and a buddy begged me years later to read Memnoch the Devil. I gotta say, it might be my favorite of the bunch. (And no, I'm not saying it's a classic. ;-) )
Long as you don't pronounce it 'Memnoch the de-val' Leafy ;)
Tardiness in a professional setting is unacceptable!
Hee hee!
I work in a union shop on a shift with start times between midnight and 4:00 am depending on job description. Is tardiness a problem? Is the Pope Catholic?
As for myself, I'm pretty punctual.
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In the next life, I hope they spell it Drough.I'll name my next dark elf character Dan Drough.
Will he be the sole survivor of a near TPK causing Delayed Blast Fireball?
Even though he WAS the intended target to boot!
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This time it will be a poison cloud that only he will survive. :D
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Or.... ;)If she lets him she is insane!Wolfthulhu is apparently trying to convince my younger brother to attend.Hehe, Think the Mrs. will let that fly with a six-month old?
Actually, she could very well allow it (she is very cool).....IF someone convinced her that those few days would be an excellent time for a visit from grandparent types.
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In the next life, I hope they spell it Drough.I'll name my next dark elf character Dan Drough.
Will he be the sole survivor of a near TPK causing Delayed Blast Fireball?
Even though he WAS the intended target to boot!
;)
This time it will be a poison cloud that only he will survive. :D
I'll hold you to that!
Braiiinnnnssss?
Que??
Dear God. I shot a man once for calling a puh'cawn pie a name for an emergency toilet. It was a mercy killing.
i see I will need a bullet proof vest when we meet. It will always be pee -can to me. Mebbe it's Cuz I'm a Yankee, i dunno.
How late are we talking?
@FHDM: Nuh-uh. That excuse doesn't fly. I have what can be kindly described as a special relationship with time, which is to say I have no sense of time whatsoever, but I still get the kidlet and myself to school on time every day. It's not easy. Especially when you're extra distractible, but I know it's possible. I just can't bear the rudeness of being late. My dad (who also has dyscalculia) made us late to everything when I was growing up and I hated it, always apologizing everywhere we went and never being able to just relax and enjoy stuff because we were always rushing around. So I learned how to be on time even with my crappy sense of time. Things are so much more peaceful that way.et tu, lynora?! Everyone has their pet peeves I guess. I tend not to get along with people who have time issues as their pet peeve because it's always someone else's fault when the show is on the other foot and they are late. My issue with this comes from my mom who will throw a hissy fit if you are late or make her wait but will not have a problem with being late herself, i find most other people who insist on punctuality are the same way.The only time I'm anal about time is work. We have several accounts that are very time sensitive. And I feel that if a customer is told I will be there at 8am, then I owe it to them, and their money, to be there at 7:45am.
I stressed to him the night before that BMW/Mercedes is very time sensitive, we MUST be removed from the interior of the building by 8:30am. The pay us $195/month to follow these instructions.
Otherwise although I myself am a timely nut, I do not hold everyone to my standards on the matter.My outlook is a lot like this.
Diane is chronically late and it drives me out of my mind. Lots of my friends run late, but I tolerate it.
Tardiness in a professional setting is unacceptable!
I actually had to explain to an adult who came late to a job interview late why he...
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How late are we talking?...@FHDM: Nuh-uh. That excuse doesn't fly. I have what can be kindly described as a special relationship with time, which is to say I have no sense of time whatsoever, but I still get the kidlet and myself to school on time every day. It's not easy. Especially when you're extra distractible, but I know it's possible. I just can't bear the rudeness of being late. My dad (who also has dyscalculia) made us late to everything when I was growing up and I hated it, always apologizing everywhere we went and never being able to just relax and enjoy stuff because we were always rushing around. So I learned how to be on time even with my crappy sense of time. Things are so much more peaceful that way.et tu, lynora?! Everyone has their pet peeves I guess. I tend not to get along with people who have time issues as their pet peeve because it's always someone else's fault when the show is on the other foot and they are late. My issue with this comes from my mom who will throw a hissy fit if you are late or make her wait but will not have a problem with being late herself, i find most other people who insist on punctuality are the same way.The only time I'm anal about time is work. We have several accounts that are very time sensitive. And I feel that if a customer is told I will be there at 8am, then I owe it to them, and their money, to be there at 7:45am.
I stressed to him the night before that BMW/Mercedes is very time sensitive, we MUST be removed from the interior of the building by 8:30am. The pay us $195/month to follow these instructions.
Otherwise although I myself am a timely nut, I do not hold everyone to my standards on the matter.My outlook is a lot like this.
Diane is chronically late and it drives me out of my mind. Lots of my friends run late, but I tolerate it.
Tardiness in a professional setting is unacceptable!
I actually had to explain to an adult
46 minutes. And then stopped for coffee on the way to the termite job, so he was another 20 minutes late there. So.. 1 hour 6 minutes.