Count Arioch the 28th wrote:Also, I've never been selected for jury duty ever.
This completely fails to surprise me.
I'm around Prak's age, so I've only received a few letters. One was summoning me to a court a hundred miles away from where I was living as I had just moved. Most other times they turned out not to need me. However, there was one time I actually had to go in. I spent the morning sitting around, then I was assigned to a case. (This was like the day before the verdict in the Trayvon Martin case, so all the jurors were talking about it.) For some reason, the case was in a courtroom they had hidden in the post office instead of the courthouse, so we had to walk half a dozen blocks to get there. They had us fill out a questionnaire and come back the next day. I was in the first block called up, so they spent an hour asking us questions and then told me I could go.
virgil wrote:Lovecraft didn't later add a love triangle between Dagon, Chtulhu, & the Colour-Out-of-Space; only to have it broken up through cyber-bullying by the King in Yellow.
FrankTrollman wrote:If your enemy is fucking Gravity, are you helping or hindering it by putting things on high shelves? I don't fucking know! That's not even a thing. Your enemy can't be Gravity, because that's stupid.
I used to receive summons for jury duty annually and then would have to warn work that I might not be in, and then find out the day before that I was not needed, but then I moved counties and it only happened one more time.
My wife actually made it to the juror selection part and was dismissed after they asked if she watched shows like CSI to which she truthfully answered yes.
erik wrote:I used to receive summons for jury duty annually and then would have to warn work that I might not be in, and then find out the day before that I was not needed, but then I moved counties and it only happened one more time.
My wife actually made it to the juror selection part and was dismissed after they asked if she watched shows like CSI to which she truthfully answered yes.
Bizarre.
CSI cultivates an idea of magical supreme tech powers from the police, like walk onto a busy street and take a DNA sample from the scene and match it to a suspect to prove they were on that street.
If your entire case is based on one eye witness, your case is probably bullshit, but there are a wide range of cases in which CSI really can't give you anything at all, but you still have a good case. Many lawyers believe that some people, especially people that watch a lot of CSI shows, will ignore their entire case and instead spend the entire time believing "if X was really guilty, the would have DNA evidence."
Ultimately it is a traditionally believed almost superstition of many Prosecutors and Defense attorneys that there exists a subset of jurors who ignore all non-CSI evidence. It may or may not be true, but I'd just as soon they keep believing it, because it eats up juror strikes that might otherwise go to minorities.
erik wrote:I used to receive summons for jury duty annually and then would have to warn work that I might not be in, and then find out the day before that I was not needed, but then I moved counties and it only happened one more time.
My wife actually made it to the juror selection part and was dismissed after they asked if she watched shows like CSI to which she truthfully answered yes.
Bizarre.
I made it to the selection once, and was part of only like 25% of jurors not called on a case and told to go home at Wednesday
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He jumps like a damned dragoon, and charges into battle fighting rather insane monsters with little more than his bare hands and rather nasty spell effects conjured up solely through knowledge and the local plantlife. He unerringly knows where his goal lies, he breathes underwater and is untroubled by space travel, seems to have no limits to his actual endurance and favors killing his enemies by driving both boots square into their skull. His agility is unmatched, and his strength legendary, able to fling about a turtle shell big enough to contain a man with enough force to barrel down a near endless path of unfortunates.
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!
So I'm about to head out to a friend's memorial, a good friend and neighbor is in the hospital with pancreatitis and I just found out that my aunt is expected to die today. Fuck everything.
virgil wrote:Lovecraft didn't later add a love triangle between Dagon, Chtulhu, & the Colour-Out-of-Space; only to have it broken up through cyber-bullying by the King in Yellow.
FrankTrollman wrote:If your enemy is fucking Gravity, are you helping or hindering it by putting things on high shelves? I don't fucking know! That's not even a thing. Your enemy can't be Gravity, because that's stupid.
when it rains it pours eh?
my condolences to you ._.
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Peculiar properties of spacetime ensure that the perception of the magnitude of Soon is fluid and dependent, not on an individual's time-reference, but on spatial and cultural location. A marketer generally perceives Soon as a finite, known, yet unspeakable time-interval; to a fan, the interval appears greater, and may in fact approach the infinite, becoming Never. Once the interval has passed, however, a certain time-lensing effect seems to occur, and the time-interval becomes vanishingly small. We therefore see the strange result that the same fragment of spacetime may be observed, in quick succession, as Soon, Never, and All Too Quickly.
I just got back from the memorial, it was really nice. His family took his closet full of Hawaiian shirts and brought them for us all to wear at the memorial.
virgil wrote:Lovecraft didn't later add a love triangle between Dagon, Chtulhu, & the Colour-Out-of-Space; only to have it broken up through cyber-bullying by the King in Yellow.
FrankTrollman wrote:If your enemy is fucking Gravity, are you helping or hindering it by putting things on high shelves? I don't fucking know! That's not even a thing. Your enemy can't be Gravity, because that's stupid.
I added a zebra tarantula to my collection of giant horrifying bugs. It's a lively fellow too, it's already tried to bite me a couple times when I was transferring it from its temporary housing to its permanent home. I had to leave the small, temporary tank in its permanent terrarium because it bolts into the small tank every time I try to claim it back.
In this moment, I am Ur-phoric. Not because of any phony god’s blessing. But because, I am enlightened by my int score.
So, after meeting with the counselor yesterday and getting my hopes up about the not-for-transfer Journalism AA (missing two classes, thought I could get one subbed for newspaper work I did), and venting to my former newspaper advisor while he just kept telling me, increasingly bluntly, to suck it up and get it over with, I sucked up to get it over with and found a couple classes that I think I can bear to take.
Decided to take Intro to Stats, for, well, I've been posting here long enough that you guys know I need it. It's the second week of class, so that means I need instructor approval to add. I got the number at break, and tried to add the class on my laptop.
Apparently the assessment I took for my previous AA does not act as a placement assessment as well...
Cuz apparently I gotta break this down for you dense motherfuckers- I'm trans feminine nonbinary. My pronouns are they/them.
Winnah wrote:No, No. 'Prak' is actually a Thri Kreen impersonating a human and roleplaying himself as a D&D character. All hail our hidden insect overlords.
FrankTrollman wrote:In Soviet Russia, cosmic horror is the default state.
You should gain sanity for finding out that the problems of a region are because there are fucking monsters there.
First, I had to go in an hour early to do some mind-numbing online-training courses for working the cash machine. It took two hours to get through one-and-a-half courses, and each one had... well, I'm not really sure how to describe just how overwhelming cheesy the Flash-based courses were. For example, at one point there was a true-or-false question thing to test how much I knew about the POS*'s menus, and for every question I got right, I was "rewarded" a donut. Really. A virtual donut popped up for every right question. They didn't do anything, and had no bearing on the results of the test. They were just there, like an exposed bosom. Then there was a multiple choice segment where, and this is true, I had to drag a Munchkin (donut hole) that was next to the right answer into a cartoon cannon, which then fired it into a target thing, which caused a talking donut in a "dunk" (geddit? Dunk? DUNKin' Donuts?) tank to fall into a cup of coffee while delivering bad donut jokes. No, really. It was hilariously awful. I don't think I even actually learned anything I didn't know already from first-hand experience using the cash registers. AND I have to go in early AGAIN tomorrow to finish!
The day got better. The big boss, my boss's boss's boss, was over inspecting shit, and telling us to shill the current promotion (K-Cups are $7.49 instead of $7.99! And you can get four one-pound coffee bags for $19.99!*) to each customer, which gave me some much needed extra pressure, ON TOP of the pressure to not fuck up in the Big Boss's presence!
But we haven't gotten bit. When I first walked into the building, I noticed a sort of acrid smell, and there was a sort of haze in the air. I couldn't figure out what it was, so I just when on as normal. A few hours later, and we find smoke billowing out of one of the ovens, because it was sufferingsome mechanical failure. The fire alarm went off (no fire, alas, but a Dunkin Donuts up in New Hampshire DID burn down today. Coincidence? Probably.), and two, TWO! fire engines showed up. A bunch of firemen came in, looked at the busted oven, and then left. It was all terribly exciting.
Eventually a repairman came along and fixed it. He apparently also fixed the OTHER oven that wasn't smoking the day before. Which brings me to my next fun thing: EVERYTHING BROKE!
Besides the oven, the Coolata(R) machine refused to work, the scanner wasn't reading barcodes, the POS was a p.o.s. and wouldn't accept an old lady's credit card, the little screen that faces the customer and shows them their active receipt fell off one of the cash registers, a chair broke, and, funnest of all, I BURNED MY FUCKING HAND ON SOME FUCKING HOT WATER MAKING SOME FUCKER'S HOT TEA.
Today was a lot of things, but boring wasn't one of them.
*Point of Sale
**While supplies last. Offer void in Utah.
Is this wretched demi-bee
Half asleep upon my knee
Some freak from a menagerie?
No! It's Eric, the half a bee
I'm using Khan Academy to brush up on my decades old algebra so I can reassess into the math class I need.
They're talking about "defining new operators"...
I'm pretty sure that defining new operators is just mathematicians begging for the sweet release of death...
Cuz apparently I gotta break this down for you dense motherfuckers- I'm trans feminine nonbinary. My pronouns are they/them.
Winnah wrote:No, No. 'Prak' is actually a Thri Kreen impersonating a human and roleplaying himself as a D&D character. All hail our hidden insect overlords.
FrankTrollman wrote:In Soviet Russia, cosmic horror is the default state.
You should gain sanity for finding out that the problems of a region are because there are fucking monsters there.
I have an infected boil on the inside of my nose, and it's spread to half my face. This is definitely in the top 5 most painful experiences in my life. I hope I can even leave the house to get to my doc tomorrow, triple dosing Advil can't be a good long term solution.
In this moment, I am Ur-phoric. Not because of any phony god’s blessing. But because, I am enlightened by my int score.
Count Arioch the 28th wrote:I have an infected boil on the inside of my nose, and it's spread to half my face. This is definitely in the top 5 most painful experiences in my life. I hope I can even leave the house to get to my doc tomorrow, triple dosing Advil can't be a good long term solution.
If you've got a wound infection that's spread to half your face, you should get to an urgent care doctor right now.
Luckily we didn't get the 14 inches of snow they were calling for, so I'll be able to see my doctor in an hour. Also, I don't like the urgent care center, they always have to lecture me about my weight. Yes, doctor, I know losing weight will improve my life, I'm watching my body break down and die from obesity-related health issues. I've been fighting it since I was 10 and have probably tried any "trick" you have for me. Now can we please look at what I came in for?
Also, they have really inconvenient hours, there were not open at the time I posted that.
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In this moment, I am Ur-phoric. Not because of any phony god’s blessing. But because, I am enlightened by my int score.
Count, I know you don't like lecturing, but face infections are very bad, particularly if they are spreading. That shit can spread to your skull and leave you dead or brain damaged.
Skip the doctor, go to the emergency room. Infections that spread like that can kill you from anywhere on your body in a distressingly short timeframe.
DSMatticus wrote:It's not just that everything you say is stupid, but that they are Gordian knots of stupid that leave me completely bewildered as to where to even begin. After hearing you speak Alexander the Great would stab you and triumphantly declare the puzzle solved.
Count posted that at 6:05 board time, said he's seeing the doc in an hour. The instruction to go straight to emergency care was posted 8:41 board time.
Grek wrote:Count, I know you don't like lecturing, but face infections are very bad, particularly if they are spreading. That shit can spread to your skull and leave you dead or brain damaged.
Luckily, it's not like I was likely to contribute anything with my intelligence anyway. Doc said she would know for sure after my blood tests come back but it's likely a staph thing and wrote me a scrip for a broad-spectrum antibiotic. Must be serious, typically I get baby antibiotics because I don't have any tolerance at all to most chemicals.
In this moment, I am Ur-phoric. Not because of any phony god’s blessing. But because, I am enlightened by my int score.
Staph is one of those diseases that can kill people outright. Not one of the faster ones, but it can spread to internal organs and trigger septic shock.
So yeah, strong antibiotic time.
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DSMatticus wrote:It's not just that everything you say is stupid, but that they are Gordian knots of stupid that leave me completely bewildered as to where to even begin. After hearing you speak Alexander the Great would stab you and triumphantly declare the puzzle solved.
Dude. Ess went to the hospital with an extreme case of sepsis that began as an abscess in his back - the sepsis was killing his heart. Never, ever let an infection go.
Yeah, colleague from work had a minor stroke and now problems with his heart because of one. bad. tooth. that shit is cray x.x
Welcome, to IronHell.
Shrapnel wrote:
TFwiki wrote:Soon is the name of the region in the time-domain (familiar to all marketing departments, and to the moderators and staff of Fun Publications) which sees release of all BotCon news, club exclusives, and other fan desirables. Soon is when then will become now.
Peculiar properties of spacetime ensure that the perception of the magnitude of Soon is fluid and dependent, not on an individual's time-reference, but on spatial and cultural location. A marketer generally perceives Soon as a finite, known, yet unspeakable time-interval; to a fan, the interval appears greater, and may in fact approach the infinite, becoming Never. Once the interval has passed, however, a certain time-lensing effect seems to occur, and the time-interval becomes vanishingly small. We therefore see the strange result that the same fragment of spacetime may be observed, in quick succession, as Soon, Never, and All Too Quickly.
