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That would literally solve every problem I have.I'm dreading school being out partly as the end of an era and partly because I'm going to lack distractions from getting wrapped up in my own head and the catastrophizing that always happens when I am left to my own devices. Especially because this is a huge life change coming up - there's a whole lot of worst case to scenario.The false vacuum could spontaneously collapse into a lower energy state, unmaking the universe as we know it...
Uh...
I am not helping, am I?
But, to quote the Tick: "The universe?! That's where I keep my stuff!"
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Yep, that tracks.
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And through it all, just constant lying. From the kids and their parents.
That's the one that constantly gets to me. The kids could leave behind a school sweater, a folder with their itinerary, and one of their signed permission slips naming the student and the student would say, "Wasn't me, someone must have stolen it!"
And then their adult (parent or chaperone) would agree with them! "Oh, yeah! We were outside their doors the entire time so they couldn't possibly have done it! It must have been the kids from another school trying to frame us!"The flagrant, in-your-face lying in spite of concrete evidence proving your guilt is exhausting to me.
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It's the same energy as "I didn't plagiarize." "Then why does the document history show the paper went from blank to 3 pages in 2 seconds, and why does the text match the Wikipedia article word-for-word?"
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It's the same energy as "I didn't plagiarize." "Then why does the document history show the paper went from blank to 3 pages in 2 seconds, and why does the text match the Wikipedia article word-for-word?"
For me, flagrant lying to defend yourself is a built-in defense mechanism that you at least have to work somewhat to overcome. It's a character flaw.
But lying to "protect" your kids? That is the road to raising a true sociopath.
The one guy I know of who was convicted of and jailed for murder in my school year? In 3rd grade a friend and I reported him to the principal's office for attacking us after school. The principal brought in his parents. They listened to what we had to say, then said, "Oh, our little angel could never have done that! We raised him right!"
And year after year, report after report, his parents denied that he could possibly be the monster everyone else was describing.
I hope they're enjoying watching their little "angel" spend his life in prison.
EDIT: Amusingly enough, when I chaperoned the kids (almost) universally appreciated me, because if I exonerated them, there were no further questions. Everyone knew that if I knew they did it, I'd throw them under the bus, and if I didn't know, I'd say I didn't know.
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Sorry, shipping trucks have been melting in the heat, we’re trying to get some support from Acme but their help line is a bunch of birds.
My good friend, you do not know the half of it.
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I hope they're enjoying watching their little "angel" spend his life in prison.
I would be willing to wager almost everything I own that they're sitting at home ranting about how the justice system was "weaponized" against their innocent child and how he's still not responsible/not to blame.
I've seen waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too many people in similar or the exact same situations who demand even to the judge's face that there's no way they or their kid could have been responsible and some ludicrous conspiracy is more "likely" and how it's a failure of justice and the meddling of (insert political, social, racial, LGBT, etc. group they don't like here) who are the REAL criminals here.
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In MUCH lighter news, I think it says something about the way you're raising your kittens when you raise your arms, roar at them, and walk towards them menacingly, and they just pop their tails straight up and watch you with big eyes, wondering, "Ooooh! What are you going to do next?"
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Quizlet review
Student A:WOOOOOOOOO! Tigers win!
Student B:Yeah if this was a boxing match, the T-Rexes woulda killed ya.
Me: That...seems like a boxing match gone wrong.
Student B: No, cause we're the T-Rexes!
Me: How is a T-Rex with its tiny arms winning a boxing match?
Student B: Headbutts.
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All's fair in war!
I appreciate the willingness to hear me out, but I'm just going to summarize.
A metric f!@$ton of noise complaints, resulting in at least one guest checking out early because they didn't want to deal with it anymore.
A handful of complaints of them running around the parking lot unsupervised, resulting in several near misses.
Some minor vandalism/destruction of property (specifically plants/landscaping).
And through it all, just constant lying. From the kids and their parents.
Is this reaching a level where I have to forfeit more room parties?
Cyz successfully presented her CRP proposal yesterday and can continue forward in her program. It also means she is allowed to submit her paperwork for internship.
Congrats!
It's the same energy as "I didn't plagiarize." "Then why does the document history show the paper went from blank to 3 pages in 2 seconds, and why does the text match the Wikipedia article word-for-word?"For me, flagrant lying to defend yourself is a built-in defense mechanism that you at least have to work somewhat to overcome. It's a character flaw.
But lying to "protect" your kids? That is the road to raising a true sociopath.
The one guy I know of who was convicted of and jailed for murder in my school year? In 3rd grade a friend and I reported him to the principal's office for attacking us after school. The principal brought in his parents. They listened to what we had to say, then said, "Oh, our little angel could never have done that! We raised him right!"
And year after year, report after report, his parents denied that he could possibly be the monster everyone else was describing.
I hope they're enjoying watching their little "angel" spend his life in prison.
EDIT: Amusingly enough, when I chaperoned the kids (almost) universally appreciated me, because if I exonerated them, there were no further questions. Everyone knew that if I knew they did it, I'd throw them under the bus, and if I didn't know, I'd say I didn't know.
damn.
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Tyrannosaurus Rexes are known for their superior kickboxing skills.
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An even more exclusive breed than the Cornish Rex, too.
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Orthos and I are planning a room party when we visit Chicago.
...okay, it's more accurate to say "I'm not letting going out of town stop us from gaming, fire up the ol' Discord." But a D&D party is a party, and it is gonna be in the room...
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Sniper Elite 5 for -75% or Atomic Heart for -72%...
Or a bundle with multiple games - including Quantum Break, Ori And The Will Of The Wisps, and Sunset Overdrive for <10 EUR?
*sigh*
Choices, choices...
Quantum Break looks promising, and with two other worthwhile games for that price...
I think that Sniper Elite 5 and Atomic Heart will need to wait some more.
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Posted this morning but a server crash ate it. Fluffy's spay surgery "went swimmingly", she's up and about, and we can pick her up in a couple of hours.
I am all relief.
Keeping her from being active for a week? That'll be a nightmare. But I'll cross that bridge day by day.
Yeah, we gave it a good try, kept the boys friends away but the hyper activity had him charging around the living room by day three. At least he can have friends over to get that energy out now.
Yeah, our big issue was that she sprained her leg and got put on gabapentin to keep her quiet. And being a kitten, developed a resistance within 3 days so now that whole, "Eat your meds and go to sleep, kitten," doesn't work on her. At all.
Example: Her first dose for the sprained leg was 30 mg. She was so comatose for the next 8 hours that I was worried I'd OD'ed her. This morning I gave her 50 mg to prepare her for surgery. I sure as heck couldn't tell.
Speaking of kids and kittens and self-destructive tendencies, the hellions have decided that the best food in the house is whatever medicated food I've put out for one of the other cats.
Blackie has wolfed down Pepcid AC, gabapentin, and anything else not fully locked up. Stripey weighs 2 pounds and got into the gabapentin enough I thought she'd be comatose for the day.
Nope. Kitten metabolism burns all that s*** off in seconds.
Our *only* event was when Fluffy got into Fluffernutter's Pepcid-laced ham baby food and we got a day of eruptions from both ends.
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D&D kiddos gave me a little bear one of them had sewn. "Take Sir Bearington with you to protect you on your travels."
So I'm sitting here sobbing while they play...
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Fluffy is home. They claim they give her a "powerful sedative". I think it was espresso.
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OK, *THIS* one I've never seen in my life.
She was doing the usual Cone of Shame behavior, running around, ramming it into things, flopping over, trying to kick it off, etc. Over time, her efforts become more focused on ramming the cone into "interesting things".
I took the cone off.
She put it back on.
And went back to ramming things.
I took it off again.
She got visibly irritated and made me put it back on. She is having the time of her life running around banging the cone into things, purring loudly enough to rattle the foundation.
There's no accounting for what other people or animals consider "fun".
Who knew?
D&D kiddos gave me a little bear one of them had sewn. "Take Sir Bearington with you to protect you on your travels."
So I'm sitting here sobbing while they play...
great kid.
Guest: "You screwed up my reservation and need to fix it!"
Me: "Oh, what's wrong?"
Guest: "I reserved a room with 2 queen beds and a pull-out couch, but you gave me a room with 1 king bed and a pull-out couch! FIX IT!"
Me: *double checks reservation* "Well, your reservation was made for a king with a pull-out couch..."
Guest: *interrupting loudly* "NO IT WASN'T! IT WAS FOR 2 QUEENS WITH A PULL-OUT COUCH!! GIVE ME THE ROOM I RESERVED!!!"
Me: "You didn't reserve that room type."
Guest: "Are you accusing me of lying!?! How dare you!!!!"
Me: "You couldn't have reserved that room type because it doesn't exist."
Guest: "What?"
Me: "Exactly zero of our rooms have 2 queen beds and a pull-out couch, so it is impossible for you to have reserved one. You reserved a king with a pull-out couch, so that is what we have given you."
Guest: *stares seethingly*
Me: "If there is nothing else, have a good night."She stormed off. It's been 10 minutes and nothing else from her. Yet. Also, she checked in like 9 hours ago, and only now noticed that she "got the wrong room type"? I don't think so.
Okay okay.
Three less room parties.
I completely forgot that when I came in last night 2nd shift was dealing with a guest who had come to the wrong hotel. The guest, in an effort to prove they were in the right place, read the street address off her reservation. It wasn't ours, so I was curious where it was. I just looked if up, and it's in a town 45 miles away.
Pre-internet, I'd at least understand this one. Post-2000, this is idiocy beyond belief.
So, this is kind of terrifying. While my friends did practically every drug known in the '80s, they knew I didn't partake and didn't want drugs in my home (Reagan's whole, "If we find drugs in your house we're seizing the house, whether or not you were even aware of them," approach to the drug war), so they did their drugs elsewhere. Thus, I've never knowingly interacted with someone on heroin.
Until now.
They sent Fluffy home with a "powerful opiate". So the obsession with the collar? Doing crazy things and purring like mad? Being hyperkinetic and then crashing hard? It all tracks.
I wouldn't have an issue with it except she's also got the heroin-related complete lack of appetite, and kitty needs to eat to heal. So we're lowering her dosage not of of fear of addiction, but because this stuff is just plain too strong and it may actually slow her recovery.
I completely forgot that when I came in last night 2nd shift was dealing with a guest who had come to the wrong hotel. The guest, in an effort to prove they were in the right place, read the street address off her reservation. It wasn't ours, so I was curious where it was. I just looked if up, and it's in a town 45 miles away.
I think I remember posting years ago about a con where something similar happened.
I completely forgot that when I came in last night 2nd shift was dealing with a guest who had come to the wrong hotel. The guest, in an effort to prove they were in the right place, read the street address off her reservation. It wasn't ours, so I was curious where it was. I just looked if up, and it's in a town 45 miles away.I think I remember posting years ago about a con where something similar happened.
My favorite story along those lines was when there was a math convention in San Diego, and, being a public school teacher, I was expected to go but pay my own way. So I found an ultra-cheap Motel 6 on the same street as the convention and made my reservations at the Motel 6 Chula Vista. Hilarity ensued:
(1) It was the same street name, not the same street, so I was actually about 3 miles from the convention center.
(2) When I tried to walk there using an honest-to-goodness paper map, a couple of homeless guys stopped me, said, "You can't be walking around here, bro," and escorted me to the train station so I'd get to the convention safely.
(3) The first night I turned on the news while listening to the helicopters overhead and learned that an "armed and dangerous" suspect had fled through the parking lot. Nothing like seeing your own motel in live TV coverage of a dangerous criminal pursuit. I turned out the lights, turned down the volume on the TV, and locked the door.
(4) The second night I got to see my Motel 6 on the news again, this time the front desk was robbed at gunpoint just as I was settling in.
(5) The third night someone started banging on my door yelling someone else's name in a belligerent manner. I, having a brain, did not respond, and they got tired and went away.
It was an... interesting stay. I did not give them a Yelp review. Particularly since they didn't exist back then.
Have I mentioned how much I love having a houseful of kittens who were born and raised in frenetic households? This morning I accidentally stepped on Stripey's paw and she squeaked in pain. (She's still under 3 pounds, so every noise she makes is a squeak.) Most cats would run away and hide. I just reached down, picked her up, and apologized profusely and she purred and batted at my nose.
They're so accustomed to chaos that they know mistakes happen, so you hurt them and show regret and they're just, "That's OK! I'm all better! Play play!"
SUCH good kittens.
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Student A:What's her name again? The one Nick's in love with.
Me: ...you mean Jordan?
Student A: Yeah!