Envious? No, I pity the fool who prefers pumpkin pie over the other delicious options!
Envious? No, I pity the fool who prefers pumpkin pie over the other delicious options!
I know too much. Somehow the ancient greek teacher talked me into taking it. I wonder if there is any ethics violation in an advisor advising his advisees to take his own class… It’s a great way to convince the bosses that there is a lot of interest in your subject and thus you should continue to be employed, I suppose.
After all this time, I wouldn’t be able to walk up to the ancient athenian murder speeches and understand them, but give me a dictionary and two days and I probably would be able to pick it all up again.
I still have the .pdf of that textbook, promising myself that one day I’ll go through it again.
HA!
With him, I can guarantee he will demand that he be able to profit from it. That leaves somewhere he can ‘control’ it, like new york or florida. New york (and its government) won’t be very receptive or compliant with him, so most likely florida, where he can get the republican stooges in the various levels of government to grant him special privileges.
I still see it in the courts, both criminal and civil. It seems to make more of an impact on judges and juries, because all the lawyers love whipping out the cd and sticking it in the ancient little laptop they plug into the tv on the cart like the teacher rolled out in the 80s and 90s.
Hmmm, I think mine was 96 hours? I worked nights, and was taking classes during the day time. I had set the schedule so my classes directly matched the work, which was Monday night starting, and the class ended at 1600 hours on Wednesday. Some weeks I would have to work Thursday nights, some I wouldn’t. I would usually grab 1 hour of sleep between work and school, and 1 hour between school and work.
That week though, I agreed to help someone out on the Sunday shift at work, and the Thursday day rotation at the hospital, and I just couldn’t get any sleep. So Sunday starting at 1800 hours, up until Thurday ~1700 hours. I drove home, and thanks to an agreement with my boss, I didn’t have to come into work until 2200 hours, so I crashed. Lo and behold, I woke up to a cop in my bedroom, because it was 0200 hours and I was late for work. My boss didn’t know exactly what I was doing, so they had no way to know that it was for lack of sleep. I hadn’t been late to work ever and only called in sick once during the 10 years I’d been working there. They panicked, thinking I was dead, and sent that damn cop, lol. Oh well, boss agreed I didn’t have to come into work and I wasn’t complaining.
Like another poster said, things just got weird as the sleep deprivation kicked in. Shadows sometimes wouldn’t line up with where they were attached, background objects would fade in and out of focus while looking at someone in front of me, and my recollection of what had happened five minutes ago blended with what had happened five days ago. What was reality and what was just in my head couldn’t be distinguished. Then, sitting on top of all of that, is just this weird ache where you’re craving sleep but you’re doing things like standing up or walking around to prevent any random lean from turning into a collapse as you nod off.
Anyway, two weeks later I hit a pothole on the side of the highway as I drove home, because I was drifting off the road with the lack of sleep. The pothole broke my oil pan in half, and I quickly realized how stupid I was being. I took time off in the middle of the stretch of classes/work, so I only ever was up for 36 hours at a time for the month after that.
Why? It’s because they never arrived at their current behavior by a systematic progression of logical steps. Most of the behaviors we exhibit aren’t that way. We just offer a post-hoc explanation/justification. They use edge, so they defend their action with any argument assertion they can think of.
It’s also (sort of) because they want to tip the proverbial scale towards their current use. Change takes effort and can be irritating. They have their list of positives about edge (faster, easier, etc.), and they downplay the negatives such as privacy.
Aye, that was not what me, high as a kite watching the trailers for it, expected when I came into the theater.
The evidence I’d add to that is it seems to start in the middle of a section of clouds, and then slowly change the width of the disturbed area. If the line makes that hard 90 degree turn that OP mentioned, it could be the final descent pattern of a plane landing at an airport.
It’s interesting how the top comment here and its most upvoted comment are literally Trump’s words reshuffled and phrased ‘nicely.’ When looking at the rise of the right in the European continent, I wonder how many would agree with reworded american fascist statements while condemning the fascists, like some of those ‘street interview’ videos do with public figure quotes that are attributed to individuals that the interviewees agree/disagree with.
Yes. I worked for a city and was tasked with occasionally reading emails that had been reported. I got to read some interesting ones, but the one I’m talking about: The auto-theft detective was informing patrol officers about the setting up of the device I described. It would send an email when a vehicle’s license plate was scanned and was returned with a STOLEN result. The majority of the email was about how the officers should not mention the device and only say that they had received a tip about a stolen vehicle.
We aren’t talking about the permanent sorts of signs, like those described by @reversalhatchery@beehaw.org
And there are plenty of hidden cameras as well. I know for a fact that many of the portable signs that display your speed and flash a warning if you’re over the limit are ALSO able to read license plates and immediately alert the police. They were using it to look for stolen vehicles when I became aware of the system, but that was 7 years ago and all it takes is a little tweak to suddenly have a record of every car passing by.
Dude, that’s not your partner, that’s a green anaconda!
Your idea of it is a hilarious (sort of) possible backstory to all of the thriller/horror movies where one person is ‘the only one who remembers X!’
I went with a friend to Vegas. He was going to one of those super-posh conferences for his line of work, and just casually wanted to split the hotel bill (because he’s cheap; the dude could afford to live in one of those hotels year round). At the end of the conference, all of his colleagues were throwing some party at the top of one of the hotels on the strip. He helped me through the security screen and we left the elevator. We went from a world of bright lights and gaudiness to dark passion and sultry beats where each seat at their reclined cushion alcoves was worth thousands of dollars. Prostitution may be illegal in Vegas, technically, but escorts that looked like world-famous supermodels (male and female, to be clear) were writhing across every lap at those recessed tables.
My friend got me to the balcony, where I got a picture of the entire strip at night. Then my friend casually mentioned that getting a drink would be about $1200 and we went back down to the normal floors for the free booze and $2 blackjack.
That’s wild. Was there even a good reason for him to call you? Like, was the IT thingie he needed for one of the machines they were using? And was there any followup to you telling the board member / doc that he should be focusing on other things?
They did a good job with the gradual changes, but I couldn’t watch it all the way through. The main cast is just too irritating to watch. If I wanted to watch (the equivalent of) children deal with an interesting premise in adult bodies, I would just go back to Big or 13 Going On 30.
I think you have it backwards. They remember their timeline, which doesn’t match the knowledge that everyone else around them has. A quick example is
the short story The Sound of Thunder.
I don’t know… it sounds like your comment could use a /s
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/yawn
The 2000-0200 recreational hours were made to exclude the fun of the morning folks.
I don’t know about ya’ll, but I’d prefer for my social and fun times to be in the best part of my day, not the soul sucking work times. So you know what? Yes, absolutely! Let’s make work hours from 1900-0300, and start concerts and comedy hours at 0800.