Winter LC Thread: Get More HOT Chicks
Maybe warm chicks will suffice, even lukewarm. Hell, even those with a slight chill.
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I haven't checked it out because I refuse to ingest any news anymore, but I heard of a site I would probably use if I were going to. Heard of it from a Smartless interview of an MIT science guy. It's powered by AI and collects all "news" articles and tries to determine the facts from all the opposing viewpoints. I won't frequent the site, I'm enjoying my life of ignorant bliss too much.
That's a bit of a busy website.
We don't watch any news on TV anymore. Not even local.
I can't seem to stop looking at google news. I need to. It's pretty damn scary what's going on now.
Usually I hide my political leanings from my classes, but I can't do it anymore.
I don't think I can squeeze that into my speech.
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would your opinion change if you were double-dog dared?
suppose a better question is if she would appreciate it if you did?
would your opinion change if you were double-dog dared?
suppose a better question is if she would appreciate it if you did?
I don't think it would matter much since as all the world knows, college teachers are all leftist wacko radicals.
It would be carrying coals to Newcastle (through that one in for charlie).
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It's true, it's the most right on, politically correct, pinko commie every child matters profession in the world, but they're all wankers to each other.
very true
I do admire teachers' hard work and professionalism. Dealing with children all day is not easy.
Some of them end up speaking to each other like they speak to the kids, though.
oh yes indeed they could
I do admire teachers' hard work and professionalism. Dealing with children all day is not easy.
This, very much so.
Several years ago, I was working with the product owner on whatever toward the end of they day. He noticed the time and said he needed to get out.
Told me later the preschool charges him $1/minutes if he'd late for picking up the kid.
Me: "If you get there, and kid is all whiny or sick or whatever, can you just say, 'Here's $1000. I'll see you tomorrow.'"?
Spoiler
I may not have been the best candidate for being a parent. Glad I avoided that.
Is the Joseph Heller thread broken? I keep seeing that there are new posts, but I can't see them. I also see there's another page but when I click it, it just goes back to the same page.
Lol same here! I was wondering why it kept saying there were new posts, but there aren't.
Is the Joseph Heller thread broken? I keep seeing that there are new posts, but I can't see them. I also see there's another page but when I click it, it just goes back to the same page.
I've mentioned through the 'contact us' link that there's a problem when a thread is deleted, and the 'view latest post' link doesn't get changed back to "thread's posts -1" post number. When the link has an invalid post number, the view can't handle it, and defaults to something (top of the last page, IIRC).
Why that link isn't generated on the fly, instead of apparently built as posts are added, IDK. It shouldn't be too hard, in the deletion process of post #XYZ, to look for links containing p=XYZ, and update them to previous post number. But no action.
Of course, I don't know their architecture. Maybe it's a lot more complicated than that.
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It isn't.
Max would probably put you to work if you're ready to go back to work like biggerboat!
Ran into an old high school friend last night who asked me how my friend with the red hair was doing. Well, Vin, he hasn't had red hair in 2O years or more.
My dad one time asked me to pick up something for him and see a kid named Earl. I saw Earl, who was about 60, and told my dad that Earl was hardly a kid.
My dad said, "He was a kid when I knew him."
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This, very much so.
Several years ago, I was working with the product owner on whatever toward the end of they day. He noticed the time and said he needed to get out.
Told me later the preschool charges him $1/minutes if he'd late for picking up the kid.
Me: "If you get there, and kid is all whiny or sick or whatever, can you just say, 'Here's $1000. I'll see you tomorrow.'"?
Spoiler
I may not have been the best candidate for being a parent. Glad I avoided that.
I have read the following anecdote in a few books on behavioral economics.
The people working at a day care center were getting frustrated by parents often picking their children up late.
It was decided to add a penalty fee for arriving late, maybe to be able to pay someone OT, but really more because they expected the late arrivals would be greatly reduced.
Well, in fact the opposite happened - when parents found out they would be charged for arriving late, they were late more often.
After some interviews with parents the dynamic was figured out. There had been occasions when parents simply could not get there in time, plus others in which it would be difficult to arrive on time, but they did their best to arrive ASAP, because that was the rule. They didn't want to think of themselves as rule breakers who violate social contracts.
But the perspective of the parents changed after late penalties were added. Now they know someone will be there late and will be paid with the penalty money, so having their children be taken care of later no longer was thought of as a violation of a rule or an imposition on the time of a low paid service worker.
It was now just another service they could purchase, adding on to their original purchase of the standard contacted time. If the money was not significant to their household budget, they wouldn't feel badly about being late, and may even feel good that they got some extra income sent to the lower paid service workers.
They could now feel neutral or even positive about picking their child up late, instead how the earlier system made them feel bad every time they were late.
The moral of the story is that guilt for breaking societal norms is often more important to people than would be the money required to possibly make all involved parties happy with the situation.
Tonight is widow and widowers night. When I pet sit, I go for dinner with the wives of two of my best friends who have died in the past six years. The wives are also long time friends. We don't talk about our losses. Instead, we talk about children and grandchildren.
It helps, as Wordsworth says, to find strength in what remains.
Then you have both of them back to your room for a night cap before showing them both hours much strength you still have to share with them?
February
By Margaret Atwood
Winter. Time to eat fat
and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,
a black fur sausage with yellow
Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed and tries
to get onto my head. It’s his
way of telling whether or not I’m dead.
If I’m not, he wants to be scratched; if I am
He’ll think of something. He settles
on my chest, breathing his breath
of burped-up meat and musty sofas,
purring like a washboard. Some other tomcat,
not yet a capon, has been spraying our front door,
declaring war. It’s all about sex and territory,
which are what will finish us off
in the long run. Some cat owners around here
should snip a few testicles. If we wise
hominids were sensible, we’d do that too,
or eat our young, like sharks.
But it’s love that does us in. Over and over
again, He shoots, he scores! and famine
crouches in the bedsheets, ambushing the pulsing
eiderdown, and the windchill factor hits
thirty below, and pollution pours
out of our chimneys to keep us warm.
February, month of despair,
with a skewered heart in the centre.
I think dire thoughts, and lust for French fries
with a splash of vinegar.
Cat, enough of your greedy whining
and your small pink bumhole.
Off my face! You’re the life principle,
more or less, so get going
on a little optimism around here.
Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring.
