Steak & blowjob day.Cant wait to eat some meat:)
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Steak & blowjob day.Cant wait to eat some meat:)
Pi day, but I prefer to celebrate it on the 22nd of July since it's 0.01 % more accurate.
I prefer to celebrate on the 28th of June for Tau day.
Today I just mourn the eve of the Ides of March.
Well the Ides signify the end of an era for me. As much as I despised Caesar, his death and the rise of Anthony were really my undoing.
Well you and your cronies shouldn't have stabbed him then! And look at what is going to happen now, 10 years of civil war nearly tearing the whole empire apart, huge losses of men on both sides before the second triumvir is finally ended and Octavian becomes emperor.
I know I was using a euphemism or a metaphor, but you do acknowledge what my meaning was, right?
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Unless you were saying that Anthony and Caesar were two of the participants, death signifies flaccid sword, and undoing signifies bunghole reconstruction.
Thou speaketh of conspiracy, treason
I am yet to be proven a conspirator, though
The massacre at the Theatre of Pompey,
Occureth two years too young for my participation.
Every time I'm reminded of Octavian's lineage,
My soul screams with jubilee flourishings
So that Rome may once more have the genius it deserves,
To close the temple doors once and for all.
Brilliant. I have to request the following, though. When you think of myself in compromising positions, can you smile to yourself? Make it a habit. It'll make me feel normal that at least one person out there will think my sex life is laughable.
:shifty:
It's probably a combination of their acknowledgement of my success in the field relative to them, that discredits their opinions on my inhibitions* - something about being rock hard in a glass house - and fear that if I were to be double crossed, I'd just auspice an exile on them.
* - It is at this point that I must mention that I was voted Most Likely to Have Jessica Alba Ask For Sex From Him at my prom.
Of course, I'm wildly paraphrasing, and the original title had to do with jacking off to pictures of Jessica Rabbit. Or I was as fast as a rabbit when I came. Something.
Here's a true story: At prom, my graduating class actually voted "Hi, I'm John" as the worst pick-up line of that year. Bless them. :mellow:
And yes, I now realize that I just slip an introduction between you and I to a first name basis, right after I boasted about my sex life.
Just like you slipped in the fact that you're O.K. with some side action the other day.
I'm a great signal picker-upper.
Let me know when you want me to show up at your house in my leather, German gas chamber role-play outfit.
I take it you're a John. Your yearbook committee needed an editing department. We didn't have those hypothetical superlative awards in ours if I recall. Even if we did, I don't think anyone would have been determined enough to push through custom titles, they would have defaulted to your standard ones.
Things I'm remembered for in high school.
-Sleeping EVERYWHERE, on the floor, at my desk, on benches, basically anywhere at any time. We saw this video one time of a narcoleptic dog, I was often compared to that dog.
-Terrorized the school one day when I assembled tampon nunchucks. I smacked over 50 people in the face with them, when they asked who in the world would give me their tampons, I said I found them in the garbage.
-Taxi man
-Annoying, it pissed people off that I aced all classes/exams/SATs and still had enough time to incessantly harass my classmates and teachers.
So make up my reward for that.
Living in Canada provides for unique jobs. Things like official-snowfall-measurer where a guy holds a piece of bacon up to the snow bank and measures the pile-up. And for those of us without a supply of bacon that can measure north of 1.5m, High School Title creators - because we all want to feel unique at something. I really wanted to vote for our Valedictorian based on who was most likely to cry after saying something not worth crying about, but apparently assigning titles involved creative work, and someone already beat me to that years prior.
Funny, I slept everywhere in University. Some of my professors used to smile at me when I woke up like clockwork 3 minutes before they said they're done. I used to regale them with tales of how I came about becoming so accurate in my sleep awakening schedule.
The thing I was most famous for in high school was the number 19. I was our Chemistry teacher's favourite student (he even nominated me to represent our school Nationally in the Chemistry Olympiad - something I graciously declined, since the package involved me paying money, and there's no fucking way I'd ever pay someone money for the chance to prove to myself that I'm better than most people) until one day he was trying to explain the merits of quick balancing.
He kept throwing random numbers up on the board and when he got to the last number he was stuck, since he had to restart all over to find a proper common factor. Before he'd even restarted throwing numbers up in his noggin I'd blurted out "19 H2's". 20 seconds later, in order to save the class some time, I said "Professor, 19 Hydrogens, work from there," and he turned around and stared at me as if I were dead to him.
Now, my professor was a very traditional Scottsman. He even wore a Kilt on Halloween week, had the accent to prove it, and played the bagpipes every time the school had a successful fund raiser. "Jaun, will you feckin' shet up, ayyy. I knouw the answer's nine feckin' teen on the hydroh gins." He never treated me the same again.
You know, 19 diatoms aren't the same as 19 atoms or 19 protons. Are you one of the types that calls halide ions by their diatomic gas equivalent?
Now is the time you choose to ignore the contextual meaning of the use of elemental names? And no, I nail the Ides just fine. It would be quite lethal in my work to do otherwise. Modelling for Fluorides and Fluorines are two extremely different things.
Either way, I have my way of dealing with it. Pluralities are natural presence equivalence - OxygenS/HydrogenS are O2/H2 (obviously with the exception of something like Ozone, or D2's/T2's, those would have their own terms). Oxygen is a singular Oxygen, most likely a ROS. It saves a load of time for me as a biochemist describing a pathway, but it would probably annoy you so much that you'd jump in a casket, lie down 6 feet under and start rolling now to demonstrate your dismay.
When I'm talking about oxygen gas, I'll say O-2, and go with nomenclature regarding the ionic forms as oxides or hydroxides (hydroxyl groups, polyphenolic, etc.). Even then, I'll sometimes say O-H. But yeah, I find that there's a lot of simplification by going with formulaic version when in conversation.
So I guess it's the Halides of March then?
To anyone in charge (presumably no one).Can you please create a new section entitled "Science Stuff and Other Things that Bore the Fuck Out of Normal People ".
This is a pi day thread by inheritance of the title. What you need to do is ask yourself why you wandered in.
This reminds me of the time when you said all gay porn publishers should be shut down after feeling poorly having masturbated to them even though you're not gay.
I was thinking along those the other day
I like reading Mary and I don't mind Darky so much either. Both have interesting things to say and macabre character twists - but when they converse, it's mind-bendingly fucking awful. Turgid beyond compare.
You should have a word with barbie, Idol.
Tell him you know me, It'll open doors :smilie4:
I'm aware of that.
It's just, well, not very interesting :mellow:
Well you could always ban them on alternate weeks, that way you will keep the 'macabre character twists' you enjoy so much, while not suffering from narcolepsy when they gravitate to each other. It's a harshist thing to do, but you didn't go all blue because it matches your hair rinse, it's time to wield that power. :naughty:
As ever, Arty talks with the good words in an order that communicate sense and reason to his readers.
There is but one problem. I like Mary more, so the length of the alternate bans each would serve would have to be proportionate.
See you for eleven minutes on November 14th 2015, Darky :(
We have a genuine situation here where you guys have failed to appreciate the Halides of March.
I have googled to find out what Halides is. I was pre-aware of the circumstance of Caesar's demise in quite some detail.
The pertinent question is this: is it possible to get the joke without actually reading Mary and Darky's conversation.