Leah_C
5801
On the flip side, never use that numbing throat spray if there is any chance of action later.
JoshV
5802
“Hot on the way in, hot on the way out.” – I don’t know who to attribute that quote to, heard it on the radio.
According to what I know of the competitive eating world, It’s standard practice to vomit after Buffalo Wings competitions (once the time limit on puking has expired). Basically, it’s just a lot easier that way. It’s going to hurt coming out one way or another, so it might as well be in the place that already hurts.
Rimbo
5805
With this, there’s also the risk of the infection causing the sore throat spreading from one orifice to another. You have been warned.
My history teacher in High School was a marine, and he had a story about boot camp, on the day they did teargas training. Apparently most of the training is not about how to use it, but rather how to deal with it. For the exercise they had to be in a room full of teargas without gloves and with gas masks. They have to take off the masks for a few minutes.
Anyway after the exercise they are out on the yard, and one of the Pvts. is all “Sir can I use the head sir!”
The Drill instructor allows him, and he returns a few minutes later just crumpled in pain and barely standing. The Drill instructor gets in his face “What the hell is wrong with you private!” The poor guy looks up and responds “Sir I forgot to wash my hands sir!”
P.S. 100 posts woot!
Won’t talk about my last storm chase, cause it pretty much sucked, I have the worst timing ever and had to leave right when things were getting a bit better. There was nothing remotely interesting about it, though I did get to see a bit of southeastern Wyoming for a day and a bit.
— Alan
Dang, mister, you get around.
Definitely not something I can do every day (or week) at my present state, though :)
— Alan
It’s been a while since I’ve been on here! Maybe a month or two? Sheesh.
April and May were pretty stressful. I pulled 4 all-nighters within a 2-week period working on papers and projects. Doing any sort of GIS work is ridiculously difficult on a crappy laptop, so I ended up biking to the campus library at 2am to finish a few maps. I was however particularly proud of this map I made. It’s nothing fancy, but damn is it pretty. My group and I ended up making about 39 other maps covering all 9 Bay Area counties covering all kindsa urban transportation stuff. This semester went unexpectedly perfect.
I finally ditched the piece of crap laptop I’d been surviving on for 6 months and built a Core i3 computer. Haven’t overclocked it much, but it runs TF2 pretty well on just integrated graphics. Not sure if I should see how well WoW runs…
I snagged an internship back in my hometown with the city’s planning department, so I’ve been doing that for the past 2 weeks. Working 8 hours a day filing site plan reviews from 5 years ago is ridiculously boring, but it’s paid off so far. The city has a plan to redevelop a vacant part of downtown, and I’ve been invited by my supervisor’s boss to take lead on a subcommittee for the duration of my summer internship. I’m ecstatic.
Graduated. Enthusiasm somewhat tempered by the fact that I still have the bar to study for, but it does feel good to be done with school forever.
I was told that story when we were teargassed and I told my privates that story, before teargassing them - it’s a necessary warning, but I think every sargeant on the planet personally knew that first private in your story…
I do however believe the story told to me by a superior about two officers at our camp who hated each others guts. Apparently in officers training they’d had an escalating war of pratical “jokes” that ended when one of them were taking a piss and the other busted in and sprayed his personal area with CS gas.
Rubbing your eyes after cutting habaneros does however hurt more than being without a mask in a small room filled with teargas (not that that is particular nice either). I have also done the ‘cut chillies, have a pee, wash fingers, regret sequence’-thing, but was to embarrassed to put any part of my anatomy in any kind of soothing substance (but it wasn’t habeneros that time - something milder)
When I stepped out of the front door today, there was a dead duckling on the sidewark, and a live one standing in the middle of the road. Above, a pair of seagulls were screaming their lungs out, trying to shoo me away. When I came back ten minutes later the other duckling was dead as well and one seagull was doing Stuka attacks at me, not wanting to share its lunch.
Not the most interesting thing in the world, but one of natures little life-and-day everyday dramas nonetheless.
Seriously? Congratulations, man. Although I hope you’re not spending your honeymoon on here…
Houngan
5817
Won my first regional championship, but Jerry wasn’t there so it doesn’t really count.
Congrats, Charles! Welcome to hell.
In other news, the wife and I are looking at switching gyms. Not interesting, I know, but at least I’m sharing right. Guys?
After being an unemployed developer for the past 11 months, I start a job in about an hour as an IT recruiter. It is a contract position to see if it will work out, but I am excited and will be giving it my best, hopefully being able to help out a lot of folks.
tromik
5820
In 2008 I decided to return to school and finish my degree part-time. At the time, I remember how daunting the whole thing seemed. I was planning to do maybe a course or two a term all year (three full terms, one accelerated), and figured I’d pop out the other end sometime before the apocalypse. I quickly realized I could handle more courses than that at once, and while the workload was intense, the good news is that I just received my degree credit audit and as long as I pass the courses I’m currently taking I can apply for graduation in the fall.
The bad news is that at some point I decided to chase a minor in accounting, and I have three credits left to get for it.
Still, it was awesome receiving that letter and seeing a big blank spot where my missing credits would be listed.
Now I can joke that my university degree only took me ten years instead of thirteen.
