
gran rey de los nekkid |
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Vanykrye wrote:No, no, Vany, this is a good thing! Now you can just say that you can't fix a stupid problem because the energy isn't right and requisition some essential oils to rub on the server or something, and management will have to accept it.Please just shoot me.
Must pray to the machine spirit, and anoint it with sacred oils. Don't forget to burn the blessed incense. Praise the Omnissiah!
Or Saint Vidicon of Cathode. Your choice.
Pants are always optional for tech issues.

Freehold DM |

Vanykrye wrote:No, no, Vany, this is a good thing! Now you can just say that you can't fix a stupid problem because the energy isn't right and requisition some essential oils to rub on the server or something, and management will have to accept it.Please just shoot me.
>_>
<_<
holds up sign selling colloidal silver

Baurice, Mobin and Rarry |

Scintillae wrote:Vanykrye wrote:No, no, Vany, this is a good thing! Now you can just say that you can't fix a stupid problem because the energy isn't right and requisition some essential oils to rub on the server or something, and management will have to accept it.Please just shoot me.
>_>
<_<
holds up sign selling colloidal silver
It's just your VIBE CODIN', crusty old socks
VIBE CODIN', scripted in Grok (&c.)
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quibblemuch |
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Scintillae |
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There is nothing half so demoralizing as "helping" my son clean out his room.
The missing silverware behind his desk.
The dirty plates in drawers.
The food stashed underneath the mattress.
Are all tween boys this feral, or am I lucky?
Every junior high scholars bowl meet this year included at least one request from me that they stop talking about cannibalism. So.....

quibblemuch |
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There is nothing half so demoralizing as "helping" my son clean out his room.
The missing silverware behind his desk.
The dirty plates in drawers.
The food stashed underneath the mattress.
Are all tween boys this feral, or am I lucky?
When I was a tween boy, I decided to try fermenting my own alcohol (I was a chemistry nerd AND a degenerate). I bottled some yeast, water, and sugar in a canteen, tightened the cap really good, and hid it under my bed.
As the CO2 built up, eventually the canteen blew up, exploding fermenting goo all over the underside of my bed. And that may not have been the most disgusting thing in my bedroom.
So yes. Children in general are vile and tween boys specifically would make a coprophage gag.
I should go call my mother and apologize.

BigNorseWolf |
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Yeah, I'm pretty amazed I didn't get some horrific spore-borne brain disease between the ages of 11 and 15. I guess that which does not kill us just makes our mothers really mad and nauseous.
Mom "Why is this the only room that DOESN"T have mosquitos and stink bunks?"
Spider drops down from the ceiling

Scintillae |
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Yeah, I'm pretty amazed I didn't get some horrific spore-borne brain disease between the ages of 11 and 15. I guess that which does not kill us just makes our mothers really mad and nauseous.
That which does not kill us will be cited as mitigating circumstances for the defendant in their trial for our murder.

gran rey de los mono |
There is nothing half so demoralizing as "helping" my son clean out his room.
The missing silverware behind his desk.
The dirty plates in drawers.
The food stashed underneath the mattress.
Are all tween boys this feral, or am I lucky?
I wasn't. Rarely had food in my room, and if I did Mom made sure I brought any dishes out immediately.
Of course, I basically only used my room for sleeping and occasionally avoiding my brother.

Freehold DM |

There is nothing half so demoralizing as "helping" my son clean out his room.
The missing silverware behind his desk.
The dirty plates in drawers.
The food stashed underneath the mattress.
Are all tween boys this feral, or am I lucky?
You're lucky.
I don't want to know what would have happened if I tried this with mom.

lisamarlene |
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lisamarlene wrote:There is nothing half so demoralizing as "helping" my son clean out his room.
The missing silverware behind his desk.
The dirty plates in drawers.
The food stashed underneath the mattress.
Are all tween boys this feral, or am I lucky?You're lucky.
I don't want to know what would have happened if I tried this with mom.
LOL. You wouldn't be alive to talk about it.

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I don't know. When your research project on bringing back the dead is itself qualified to sit on the review board, I think you've earned that doctorate.
Undergrad: Can you memorize information spoon fed from a text book?
Grad: Can you figure out what people on the forefront of a subject are telling each other in research papers?
Doctor: Can you wretch new information out of the universe itself ?

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I don't know. When your research project on bringing back the dead is itself qualified to sit on the review board, I think you've earned that doctorate.
Undergrad: Can you memorize information spoon fed from a text book?
Grad: Can you figure out what people on the forefront of a subject are telling each other in research papers?
Doctor: Can you wretch new information out of the universe itself ?
He has some of the skills and none of the ethics and understanding. There's more to earning the doctorate than "can you do the thing yes or no", and Victor is a perfect example case.

Scintillae |
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I don't know. When your research project on bringing back the dead is itself qualified to sit on the review board, I think you've earned that doctorate.
Undergrad: Can you memorize information spoon fed from a text book?
Grad: Can you figure out what people on the forefront of a subject are telling each other in research papers?
Doctor: Can you wretch new information out of the universe itself ?
TA: Um, sorry to interrupt, Professors, but the dissertation has taken one of the secretaries hostage and is screaming, "Why can't I know love?"

Varus Laori |

BigNorseWolf wrote:TA: Um, sorry to interrupt, Professors, but the dissertation has taken one of the secretaries hostage and is screaming, "Why can't I know love?"I don't know. When your research project on bringing back the dead is itself qualified to sit on the review board, I think you've earned that doctorate.
Undergrad: Can you memorize information spoon fed from a text book?
Grad: Can you figure out what people on the forefront of a subject are telling each other in research papers?
Doctor: Can you wretch new information out of the universe itself ?
Ooh, ooh, I know the answer! Pick me! Pick me!

BigNorseWolf |
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Scintillae wrote:Ooh, ooh, I know the answer! Pick me! Pick me!BigNorseWolf wrote:TA: Um, sorry to interrupt, Professors, but the dissertation has taken one of the secretaries hostage and is screaming, "Why can't I know love?"I don't know. When your research project on bringing back the dead is itself qualified to sit on the review board, I think you've earned that doctorate.
Undergrad: Can you memorize information spoon fed from a text book?
Grad: Can you figure out what people on the forefront of a subject are telling each other in research papers?
Doctor: Can you wretch new information out of the universe itself ?
Tell them the philosophy department is doing THEIR doctorate interviews in the afternoon!

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BigNorseWolf wrote:TA: Um, sorry to interrupt, Professors, but the dissertation has taken one of the secretaries hostage and is screaming, "Why can't I know love?"I don't know. When your research project on bringing back the dead is itself qualified to sit on the review board, I think you've earned that doctorate.
Undergrad: Can you memorize information spoon fed from a text book?
Grad: Can you figure out what people on the forefront of a subject are telling each other in research papers?
Doctor: Can you wretch new information out of the universe itself ?
First, you must have your own glands.
Your own, and nobody else's.