Random Thought Thread

To my shame, I get steal them from a thread in another forum. I'll PM you the link, as the site itself is a cesspool of name-calling and flaming, so I don't want to post it.

 

Who knew they had women's hockey in 1916? Love the logo, and yes, they were The Edmonton Swastikas.

 

You date yourself with microfiche.

Of course, maybe no one else would date you.

 

The nice thing about dating oneself is the lack of need to splash out for flowers or a nice dinner. Just need to splash out towards a bit of tissue

 

The hardest, most basic, and most important thing to understand when dealing with a control freak is that the need to control is the one thing they cannot control. Anyone dealing with a true control freak must give in, avoid, or leave completely.

 

Got to be up an hour earlier for the next two days. Guy I normally get a lift in to work with is taking two days off for a funeral... well, one day for the funeral the other for the hangover. All of which means I have to cycle the 6 miles to work (and the 6 miles back home) or get the bus, both of which mean setting the alarm an hour earlier than normal.

It’s so selfish of him!

 

How dare people just die, y'know?

 

Upon further review, there is one more option. Manipulation. Control freaks are not introspective and desperately want to be praised for doing things right. If you are inexorably intertwined with one (speaking, ahem, for friend) one must pick battles very carefully, and decide which things, items, processes, whatever, can be superficially surrendered without loss of one's integrity. Sometimes one can pretend to go along, but not really agree. But sometimes one must stand one's ground. Just know that the control freak will follow a scorched-earth, take-no-prisoners approach. And then the CF will move on to other things, and a cold stasis will follow, fading into detente, and back to "normal." Till the next time.

 

It’s very rude!

Like find some other time to die, please.

 

Cause people make perma-fails, and they are magical.

 

Was walking down the middle of a quiet street with a little bit of a hill this morning when I turned around and saw an SUV behind me.

As I stepped aside, the woman giggled, gave a friendly wave and said, "I wasn't going to run you over."

Yeah, okay.

After she drove past, she probably muttered, "Curses! Foiled again!"

 

I realised I'm pretty good at spelling. I took some spelling quizzes from Merriam Webster and scored pretty high. Most words I got wrong are the words I always get wrong due to... I don't actually know why. I just do. (Ex: ciggaretes, ciggarretes, cigarretes, cigarettes! Amen! There you go!) At some point the quiz wanted to make a joke by putting the word "koinonia" up to question. It was a multiple choice, between 4 probable answers. I don't remember what the other two were, but one of the choices was a typing symbol thingie, I don't know how they are named, but it was made out of... well... typing symbols: \_(--)_|, something like that... anyhow. It resembled a person who raises his hands in surrender. I couldn't help but smirk. Easy-piezie!

 

Coulda been one of them sidewalk drivers.
(Cereal, I am glad you are ok)

 

It’s occasion and necessary for me. Doesn’t matter how many times I remind myself, when it comes to writing those words I can never remember if it’s double letters or single, and I invariably guess wrong... as I did when writing this very post. Interestingly, though, there’s clearly a pattern between the words I always struggle with and those you do. Should tell us something.

 

Is that wrong? Spellchecker must have missed it cos I got no red underline.

 

No. I mean, I get this wrong all the time too.

 

In the final years of her life, Mom and I would go to Dubuque every other Thursday for a day out. A city of about 60,000, it was the closest metropolis to us.

During the warm weather months, we would go for walks downtown. The streets were narrow and usually busy. One day, Mom is walking to my left and nearest the traffic. She suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me to her left.

"Gentlemen always walk on the outside," she said, while ending the discussion.

I loved her dearly, but I would've liked some say in the matter.

And there wasn't any traffic going by at the time!

 

I'm the same with double letters. I never guess right. I also mix up C's and S's. I'm pretty fast, but I still have to look at the keyboard as I type. Sometimes I look up at the end of a paragraph and see a wall of red underlines.

 

A movie I'd really like to see is Charlie Chaplin's The Great Dictator.

 

I have to tell myself "Necessary" is "Recess" with "ary" and switch R to N.

I also cant spell "Rendezvous" right without saying "Ren-dez- vous" (literally saying it like that vs its french pronunciation of "rahn-day-voo")
ALSO.... thank god for "Em eye, crooked letter, crooked letter, eye. Crooked letter, crooked letter, eye. humpback, humpback, eye" or else I would CONTINUE to spell Mississippi wrong

 

I used to work at a large industrial plant. Very, very safety-first place; the speed limit for cars on the installation was 10kph. Which is almost exactly the speed that American cops roll up on you when they're deciding whether or not to fuck with the kid with the mohawk. All those years later it took me a long time to realize I wasn't about to get rousted and that it was just some tired factory worker trying to get his Miata back onto a proper city street so that he could get home sometime.

 

I remember the slow roll of a cop hunting easy prey. I never had a mohawk, but I was a long-haired hippy. Apparently my whole look screamed "this kid has pot on him!"