Ah, Vera.
Ripley and Vera were exemplars in creepiness.
Ah, Vera.
Ripley and Vera were exemplars in creepiness.
Not to nag or rehash this shit, but —
— there is less than an inch of snow on the ground and a two-hour delay has been called.
The most important mediation of the year is happening today.
Fuck you, Thursday.
To be fair, I don’t feel as if I need an excuse to get drunk, sing loudly, or flash people.
That’s every Saturday for me.
I may be wrong, but it think City of Hope is currently the only oWoD game in town. Modern Nights shut down fairly recently.
There may be others.
Why are people asking me on Facebook if I ship? Do I look like Amazon or EBay, bitches?
No, I don’t, I won’t, and if you are stupid enough to offer card numbers to a stranger you will get what you fucking deserve.
What is it about white folks wanting to give away blankets swimming with disease?
@Derp said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
That movie is absolutely glorious, and it's a crime that it doesn't get more love.
In second place: Zombeavers.
Seriously, it's an awesome movie.
Just to add to the weirdness, my partner started applying for new jobs. She got an email for an interview, but the employer apparently already decided to hire her. So it became a visit to meet the staff.
To be blunt, it’s just bad optics. Last thing a politician should want is a headline that reads:
“City attempts to deny death benefits to widow of 30-year veteran of fire department who got brain cancer as a result of the hazards of work.”
I mean, seriously.
@Derp said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
I mean, if there's no appearance for you, and apparently isn't going to be an appearance for you -- is this even your problem?
It sure is when the client who wanted our firm to handle the matter is a long-standing one with a lot of money and influence.
@Derp said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
So like... what do you even do? I thought you worked in IP? O_o
This is a Bureau of Workers' Compensation claim, not a personal injury tort claim.
Car accidents I can do. Attempting to defend a claim for workers' compensation related to cancer that developed in firefighters is not so much my bag. I've watched two of my partner's relatives die from (pancreatic and brain) cancer and watched her go through four operations to deal with hers (skin, kidney, ovarian, thyroid).
This is me now.
@Ganymede said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:
Your job is to defend against this claim filed by a firefighter for workers' compensation related to a brain-and-lung cancer diagnosis. Although the State of Ohio by law conclusively establishes such cancers as caused by the firefighter's work, we still want you to defend against the claim based on the fact that such firefighter was diagnosed with leukemia fifteen years ago, which could have been a cause of the current cancer, rather than his occupation. You have 24 hours to prepare your defense. Godspeed.
Addendum received an hour before hearing:
We apologize for not telling you earlier, but that claim is now a death claim. The brain cancer killed the firefighter two weeks ago. By the way, the widow is going to show up and we forgot to actually file a notice of appearance for you so you cannot raise any legal arguments in defense of the appeal we filed or inquire of any witnesses. Godspeed.
I fucking hate my job some days.
Your job is to defend against this claim filed by a firefighter for workers' compensation related to a brain-and-lung cancer diagnosis. Although the State of Ohio by law conclusively establishes such cancers as caused by the firefighter's work, we still want you to defend against the claim based on the fact that such firefighter was diagnosed with leukemia fifteen years ago, which could have been a cause of the current cancer, rather than his occupation. You have 24 hours to prepare your defense. Godspeed.
JFC, I hate what I have to do sometimes.
@Kestrel said in RL things I love:
Why were he and his mother both virgins, then?
I don't know. I sort of explain my marital celibacy as the after-effect of being professional and having children. Asexuality by industry is a real thing.
@GreenFlashlight said in RL things I love:
I can only talk about the Christian angle, in which pleasure is bad but men get special dispensation because if you don't squirt, there can be no babies.
Your navel is a rounded goblet
that never lacks blended wine.
Your waist is a mound of wheat
encircled by lilies.
Your breasts are like two fawns,
like twin fawns of a gazelle..
-- Song of Songs 7:2-3
May your fountain be blessed, and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth. A loving doe, a graceful deer— may her breasts satisfy you always, may you ever be intoxicated with her love.
-- Proverbs 5:18-19.
If there's one thing that I learned from Sunday's sermon, it is that the Lord did not intend to overrule Jewish law. That said, the Biblical versus containing contrite perspectives on sexuality were written by men, not proclaimed by the Lord.
As far as I can tell, being filthy and horny is great and the sort of thing that a hippie like Jesus'd enjoy.
@L-B-Heuschkel said in Getting into Writing:
MU* people don't start out knowing how to do these things. They learn them as they go, and the more they pay attention to trying to learn, the faster they learn. And some, indeed, give no fucks and never learn. Just like a course in creative writing in real life, really.
I'm going to have to second this.
I consider myself a professional writer. Most of what I do as a civil litigator requires me to communicate ideas in a cogent manner to convince others of the strength of my proposals. To do this often requires an ability to turn facts into an undeniable tale of events which will be interpreted in a way that is beneficial to whatever polemic I am pushing for acceptance.
This is learned. More accurately it requires a great deal of unlearning and re-learning. Worse, the practice requires me to adapt and write with several kinds of voices to persuasive effect. Rhetoricians might call it "calling to the audience"; I call it the art of the bullshit.
Every time I MUSH I try to practice "calling to the audience." Every scene has a certain mood; being able to maintain that mood without falling back into a different "evocative style" requires, in my opinion, a great deal of discipline. But the weakness in practicing on a MUSH lies in the inherent failing of improv as a way to practice comedy: you need someone else to participate with you in order to make it work as intended.