If I dream about a problem and awake with the solution (or even if I awake without one) then I was literally... not figuratively... working in my sleep.
And your bosses are going to wonder what going from bathroom to bathroom trying to find a toilet that isn't exposed to the world and overflowing; or being at school naked and with an inability to remember your class schedule after missing most of the semester has to do with your solution.:)
I can honestly say that if I was a teacher, and had to do a sex ed class, I would very likely end up flushing my job down the toilet with endless substitutions. That is, after the first instances of penis, vagina, buttocks, anus, and breasts; I would then use a different slang each time the opportunity presented itself after. I would probably work taint in there as well.
Wasn't RNG as a difficulty crutch addressed early on back when Space War on the PDP-Whatever was popular at nerdy campuses?
I though I remembered reading that they added a random chance of missing no matter the conditions to make it more real. However, it was deemed to be a bullshit feature to put into a video game; and was removed. Can't recall the details exactly though. Need to find my copy of Hackers to find out for sure; as I think that was where I had read it years ago.
You can take solace in the knowledge that based on the many worlds multiverse theory, there is a universe where such a scenario went down just as you described.
Come to think of it, that means that there is a universe where I am an intergalactic emperor for life, and I successfully managed to mandate and implement a requirement that my empire go with a 1980s motif (we have ultramodern tech, but it has to have an 80s style).
(Yes, I know it was punch the monkey, but I couldn't resist the obvious that I bet was repeated in many homes in those wildass early days of the commercially driven Internet.):D
That sounds like a mix of two different Stupid Kid Songs(tm) we sang back in the day...
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school. We have tortured every teacher; we have broken every rule. We were sitting in the office when we shot the principal. (Can't remember the next line, but something to the effect of Our cause is marching on.)
Glory glory halleluja. The teacher hit me with a rula'. I hid behind the door with a loaded forty four. Now my teacher don't teach no more.
The other was...
On top of Old Smokey All covered with sand, I shot my poor teacher with a red rubber band.
I shot her with pleasure. I shot her with pride. I couldn't have missed her, She was forty feet wide.
I went to her funeral. I went to her grave. The others threw flowers; I threw a grenade.
Damn. This is bring back a flood of stupid kid songs and jokes learned on the mean "streets" of the gradeschool playground. I better stop before I end up accomplishing nothing today.:)
And don't get me started on Johnny Fuckerfaster (which was one that always seemed to fizzle due to no really good punchline; same with the joke that has punchlines throughout with the middle being, "On the way home. We got a flat tire. She jacked. I pumped. She jacked. I pumped; then we got out and fixed the tire.")
Did Mel Brooks fuck up on an important fact with the Mighty Joint scene in History of the World?
I honestly can't remember if the plants Josephus was handling were in vegetative phase or if they were budding? If the former, then the smoke should not have caused the Romans to go biblical and get stoned. Or was the joint big enough that the traces of THC that may have been in the leaves made enough whee for a good hit?
Probably most Airman fresh out of USAF boot camp and far enough into their tech school that they are allowed to drink. (Unless Air Training Command had since banned all alcohol for non prior service at tech schools since I retired.)
Then again, I discovered the secret to alcohol fixes in boot camp... Go to the Lutheran chapel service on Sunday. When I was in, they used real wine, and we couldn't get busted for that.
And depending on the theater, make sure you are not in front of Peewee Herman (unless you fancy being like Abe Lincoln and want to be the next person shot in the back of the head at a theater.)
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Once again students will be able to afford to attend poetry college by taking a part time job at Starbucks.
This is the free market.
And they will already have a job when they finish their poetry degree.
How long did it take them to decide on the actual name for the project after they decided its acronym would be JEDI?
There's only one race to the bottom I like... (giggitygiggity)
If I dream about a problem and awake with the solution (or even if I awake without one) then I was literally ... not figuratively ... working in my sleep.
And your bosses are going to wonder what going from bathroom to bathroom trying to find a toilet that isn't exposed to the world and overflowing; or being at school naked and with an inability to remember your class schedule after missing most of the semester has to do with your solution. :)
With lame material like that, you will never get into the Carlin Institute of Stand Up Philosophy.
He ain't talking about those types of cows...
I can honestly say that if I was a teacher, and had to do a sex ed class, I would very likely end up flushing my job down the toilet with endless substitutions. That is, after the first instances of penis, vagina, buttocks, anus, and breasts; I would then use a different slang each time the opportunity presented itself after. I would probably work taint in there as well.
I just would not be able to help it. :D
You can prick your finger; but don't finger your prick.
Ooooooohhhhhh... You said the fuck word... :D
Those worm farms can be mighty hazardous.
You mean that service for illicit sub sandwich personal experiences?
Wasn't RNG as a difficulty crutch addressed early on back when Space War on the PDP-Whatever was popular at nerdy campuses?
I though I remembered reading that they added a random chance of missing no matter the conditions to make it more real. However, it was deemed to be a bullshit feature to put into a video game; and was removed. Can't recall the details exactly though. Need to find my copy of Hackers to find out for sure; as I think that was where I had read it years ago.
You can take solace in the knowledge that based on the many worlds multiverse theory, there is a universe where such a scenario went down just as you described.
Come to think of it, that means that there is a universe where I am an intergalactic emperor for life, and I successfully managed to mandate and implement a requirement that my empire go with a 1980s motif (we have ultramodern tech, but it has to have an 80s style).
So bow before me, mortals, and party on!!!
Spank the monkey, and win $50!
(Yes, I know it was punch the monkey, but I couldn't resist the obvious that I bet was repeated in many homes in those wildass early days of the commercially driven Internet.) :D
That sounds like a mix of two different Stupid Kid Songs(tm) we sang back in the day...
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school.
We have tortured every teacher; we have broken every rule.
We were sitting in the office when we shot the principal.
(Can't remember the next line, but something to the effect of Our cause is marching on.)
Glory glory halleluja.
The teacher hit me with a rula'.
I hid behind the door with a loaded forty four.
Now my teacher don't teach no more.
The other was...
On top of Old Smokey
All covered with sand,
I shot my poor teacher
with a red rubber band.
I shot her with pleasure.
I shot her with pride.
I couldn't have missed her,
She was forty feet wide.
I went to her funeral.
I went to her grave.
The others threw flowers;
I threw a grenade.
Damn. This is bring back a flood of stupid kid songs and jokes learned on the mean "streets" of the gradeschool playground. I better stop before I end up accomplishing nothing today. :)
And don't get me started on Johnny Fuckerfaster (which was one that always seemed to fizzle due to no really good punchline; same with the joke that has punchlines throughout with the middle being, "On the way home. We got a flat tire. She jacked. I pumped. She jacked. I pumped; then we got out and fixed the tire.")
The right to drive is also not enshrined in the Bill of Rights.
Thunderbird is one viable solution to GMail's annoying interface.
I set my own victory conditions. Currently enjoying my achievement of Comfortably Ever After before I continue on to other goals.
Easier generalization than that.
When there is an opportunity, get there first.
When there is a risk in obtainment, let someone else go first.
That sounds like something that should be added to the Ferengi Rules of Acquisition, if it isn't there already.
Suuuuuuuure you did.
Now this has me wondering something.
Did Mel Brooks fuck up on an important fact with the Mighty Joint scene in History of the World?
I honestly can't remember if the plants Josephus was handling were in vegetative phase or if they were budding? If the former, then the smoke should not have caused the Romans to go biblical and get stoned. Or was the joint big enough that the traces of THC that may have been in the leaves made enough whee for a good hit?
Those so-called 'researchers' could be from some anti-alcohol cult
You mean fundamental / evangelical Christianity?
Probably most Airman fresh out of USAF boot camp and far enough into their tech school that they are allowed to drink. (Unless Air Training Command had since banned all alcohol for non prior service at tech schools since I retired.)
Then again, I discovered the secret to alcohol fixes in boot camp... Go to the Lutheran chapel service on Sunday. When I was in, they used real wine, and we couldn't get busted for that.
And now I have Twisted Sister (paraphrased) stuck in my head...
o/~ Your claim is overrated.
Oh, we can confiscate it.
If you don't like it, then fuck you tooooooo... o/~
And depending on the theater, make sure you are not in front of Peewee Herman (unless you fancy being like Abe Lincoln and want to be the next person shot in the back of the head at a theater.)