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sukithefox | I found out I was pregnant my freshman year of college, after years of being told I would never be biologically capable of having children. I was ecstatic. I was so excited that my mom would be able to spend time and teach me how to be a good mother... When I was four months along, my mom confessed that when I had told her I was pregnant, she had been trying to tell me she had just been diagnosed with stage 4-4 breast cancer. The doctor said she would not be alive to see my daughter be born. I nearly screamed. It was the worst feeling of my life. I had been so happy and it felt like a bomb went off in my chest, like my reality and hopes for my daughter knowing her grandmother when she was young enough to be around were gone(my mom was older when she had me, so I had worried also she would be too old when I finally had children through adoption or other means). I honestly felt like I was shattered, but I had to try and smile and be supportive of my mom, she had it worse than me. She is still alive now, a year later, because she is so damn stubborn, thank goodness, but that was the hardest situation of my life.
TL;DR: mom diagnosed with stage 4-4 cancer when I was prepping to have my first and most likely only child. | I found out I was pregnant my freshman year of college, after years of being told I would never be biologically capable of having children. I was ecstatic. I was so excited that my mom would be able to spend time and teach me how to be a good mother... When I was four months along, my mom confessed that when I had told her I was pregnant, she had been trying to tell me she had just been diagnosed with stage 4-4 breast cancer. The doctor said she would not be alive to see my daughter be born. I nearly screamed. It was the worst feeling of my life. I had been so happy and it felt like a bomb went off in my chest, like my reality and hopes for my daughter knowing her grandmother when she was young enough to be around were gone(my mom was older when she had me, so I had worried also she would be too old when I finally had children through adoption or other means). I honestly felt like I was shattered, but I had to try and smile and be supportive of my mom, she had it worse than me. She is still alive now, a year later, because she is so damn stubborn, thank goodness, but that was the hardest situation of my life.
TL;DR: mom diagnosed with stage 4-4 cancer when I was prepping to have my first and most likely only child.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdqfytj | I found out I was pregnant my freshman year of college, after years of being told I would never be biologically capable of having children. I was ecstatic. I was so excited that my mom would be able to spend time and teach me how to be a good mother... When I was four months along, my mom confessed that when I had told her I was pregnant, she had been trying to tell me she had just been diagnosed with stage 4-4 breast cancer. The doctor said she would not be alive to see my daughter be born. I nearly screamed. It was the worst feeling of my life. I had been so happy and it felt like a bomb went off in my chest, like my reality and hopes for my daughter knowing her grandmother when she was young enough to be around were gone(my mom was older when she had me, so I had worried also she would be too old when I finally had children through adoption or other means). I honestly felt like I was shattered, but I had to try and smile and be supportive of my mom, she had it worse than me. She is still alive now, a year later, because she is so damn stubborn, thank goodness, but that was the hardest situation of my life. | mom diagnosed with stage 4-4 cancer when I was prepping to have my first and most likely only child. |
RuneWindtalons | So children who are severely abused can get PTSD from it. Well as children we are able to create coping mechanisms that help us through the ongoing trauma. When we start to have our brains set around the ages of 20-23 it resets. Some people lose their coping mechanisms and unresolved trauma and memories start to surface. This causes night terrors and nightmares. Panic attacks and severe anxiety and depression. And then the PTSD surfaces and you start to have bouts of blackout rage and violence.
TL:DR
When I turned 19 the PTSD I had from being abused surfaced and I lost my shit on ppl around me. It was terrible. | So children who are severely abused can get PTSD from it. Well as children we are able to create coping mechanisms that help us through the ongoing trauma. When we start to have our brains set around the ages of 20-23 it resets. Some people lose their coping mechanisms and unresolved trauma and memories start to surface. This causes night terrors and nightmares. Panic attacks and severe anxiety and depression. And then the PTSD surfaces and you start to have bouts of blackout rage and violence.
TL:DR
When I turned 19 the PTSD I had from being abused surfaced and I lost my shit on ppl around me. It was terrible.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdqfzvp | So children who are severely abused can get PTSD from it. Well as children we are able to create coping mechanisms that help us through the ongoing trauma. When we start to have our brains set around the ages of 20-23 it resets. Some people lose their coping mechanisms and unresolved trauma and memories start to surface. This causes night terrors and nightmares. Panic attacks and severe anxiety and depression. And then the PTSD surfaces and you start to have bouts of blackout rage and violence. | When I turned 19 the PTSD I had from being abused surfaced and I lost my shit on ppl around me. It was terrible. |
adammoths | The day my mother died. Not because she was dead but because it left my sister as my only living relative.
My sister abused me as a child. It tore me apart, I just regressed into myself, nearly ruining the life my girlfriend and I had forged for ourselves. I used to get nasty calls from my sister asking why I wasn't with her, helping her with her grief.
I was not a man at that point. I was a soulless machine trying to go day-to-day without thinking about anything to do with my hometown, my sister, my mother or the house that we were planning to sell.
She spend the best part of three years avoiding me and using the same childhood abuse related manipulation skills to make me feel like the bad guy for trying to force her out of her free house and make her 'homeless'.
I overcame it. I went to counselling. I pushed through and managed to close the sale of the house. After we signed the contracts I confronted her about it. She said nothing and walked away.
I called the local agency dealing with child safety and told them that she was an abuser. I called the family she was living with and told them that she was an abuser and she should not be left alone with their young children.
I then reported the crime to the police. Shit, everything feels good now. I can actua;ly mourn the passing of my mother, five years after it happened. It feels awesome, I miss her so much but I have so many awesome memories of her so it all evens out.
TL;DR I was sad, then I got rich.
Edit: Spelling. | The day my mother died. Not because she was dead but because it left my sister as my only living relative.
My sister abused me as a child. It tore me apart, I just regressed into myself, nearly ruining the life my girlfriend and I had forged for ourselves. I used to get nasty calls from my sister asking why I wasn't with her, helping her with her grief.
I was not a man at that point. I was a soulless machine trying to go day-to-day without thinking about anything to do with my hometown, my sister, my mother or the house that we were planning to sell.
She spend the best part of three years avoiding me and using the same childhood abuse related manipulation skills to make me feel like the bad guy for trying to force her out of her free house and make her 'homeless'.
I overcame it. I went to counselling. I pushed through and managed to close the sale of the house. After we signed the contracts I confronted her about it. She said nothing and walked away.
I called the local agency dealing with child safety and told them that she was an abuser. I called the family she was living with and told them that she was an abuser and she should not be left alone with their young children.
I then reported the crime to the police. Shit, everything feels good now. I can actua;ly mourn the passing of my mother, five years after it happened. It feels awesome, I miss her so much but I have so many awesome memories of her so it all evens out.
TL;DR I was sad, then I got rich.
Edit: Spelling.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdqg0xp | The day my mother died. Not because she was dead but because it left my sister as my only living relative.
My sister abused me as a child. It tore me apart, I just regressed into myself, nearly ruining the life my girlfriend and I had forged for ourselves. I used to get nasty calls from my sister asking why I wasn't with her, helping her with her grief.
I was not a man at that point. I was a soulless machine trying to go day-to-day without thinking about anything to do with my hometown, my sister, my mother or the house that we were planning to sell.
She spend the best part of three years avoiding me and using the same childhood abuse related manipulation skills to make me feel like the bad guy for trying to force her out of her free house and make her 'homeless'.
I overcame it. I went to counselling. I pushed through and managed to close the sale of the house. After we signed the contracts I confronted her about it. She said nothing and walked away.
I called the local agency dealing with child safety and told them that she was an abuser. I called the family she was living with and told them that she was an abuser and she should not be left alone with their young children.
I then reported the crime to the police. Shit, everything feels good now. I can actua;ly mourn the passing of my mother, five years after it happened. It feels awesome, I miss her so much but I have so many awesome memories of her so it all evens out. | I was sad, then I got rich.
Edit: Spelling. |
origamiart | I lost my dad this August, before I started my current senior year to melanoma. It was genetically inherited, so he was a ticking time bomb for the last 40 years.
Watching his regression was surreal -- to be honest, it was pure shock for the last month because of how rapidly it progressed -- and I could register everything, but not react how my mom or brother did. We were playing with chance the whole time, I think, especially with the way Zelboraf worked and the amount of tumors that developed between March and August.
The day we put him in emergency for the last time was the day it really hit me. (I really shouldn't be replying in an airport, but that's what Jerome do.) He wanted to see me, assuming that I was still asleep first before wanting to go down two flights of stairs to the living room, but his brain tumors and his developing lethargy had rendered his balance absolute crap. My grandpa and mom were going to move him back to his room to lay down again, and asked me to get his oxygen and stay with him.
He seeked my hand. I lost it. I knew it was the end for him, and I think he knew it, too.
... When he died in the hospital, he was conscious the entire time. He heard everything despite dying from liver failure and rapidly growing tumors. It was odd messing with his hands afterwards. I have a terrible hole from his loss, but it seems like I'm the only one in my immediate family to say afloat, and it's just odd.
What really sucks is that I have a chance of doing this to my own family when I grow up.
tldr; Watched my dad die in front of my eyes, slowly and painfully. | I lost my dad this August, before I started my current senior year to melanoma. It was genetically inherited, so he was a ticking time bomb for the last 40 years.
Watching his regression was surreal -- to be honest, it was pure shock for the last month because of how rapidly it progressed -- and I could register everything, but not react how my mom or brother did. We were playing with chance the whole time, I think, especially with the way Zelboraf worked and the amount of tumors that developed between March and August.
The day we put him in emergency for the last time was the day it really hit me. (I really shouldn't be replying in an airport, but that's what Jerome do.) He wanted to see me, assuming that I was still asleep first before wanting to go down two flights of stairs to the living room, but his brain tumors and his developing lethargy had rendered his balance absolute crap. My grandpa and mom were going to move him back to his room to lay down again, and asked me to get his oxygen and stay with him.
He seeked my hand. I lost it. I knew it was the end for him, and I think he knew it, too.
... When he died in the hospital, he was conscious the entire time. He heard everything despite dying from liver failure and rapidly growing tumors. It was odd messing with his hands afterwards. I have a terrible hole from his loss, but it seems like I'm the only one in my immediate family to say afloat, and it's just odd.
What really sucks is that I have a chance of doing this to my own family when I grow up.
tldr; Watched my dad die in front of my eyes, slowly and painfully.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdqg2a6 | I lost my dad this August, before I started my current senior year to melanoma. It was genetically inherited, so he was a ticking time bomb for the last 40 years.
Watching his regression was surreal -- to be honest, it was pure shock for the last month because of how rapidly it progressed -- and I could register everything, but not react how my mom or brother did. We were playing with chance the whole time, I think, especially with the way Zelboraf worked and the amount of tumors that developed between March and August.
The day we put him in emergency for the last time was the day it really hit me. (I really shouldn't be replying in an airport, but that's what Jerome do.) He wanted to see me, assuming that I was still asleep first before wanting to go down two flights of stairs to the living room, but his brain tumors and his developing lethargy had rendered his balance absolute crap. My grandpa and mom were going to move him back to his room to lay down again, and asked me to get his oxygen and stay with him.
He seeked my hand. I lost it. I knew it was the end for him, and I think he knew it, too.
... When he died in the hospital, he was conscious the entire time. He heard everything despite dying from liver failure and rapidly growing tumors. It was odd messing with his hands afterwards. I have a terrible hole from his loss, but it seems like I'm the only one in my immediate family to say afloat, and it's just odd.
What really sucks is that I have a chance of doing this to my own family when I grow up. | Watched my dad die in front of my eyes, slowly and painfully. |
lyfizh4rd | When I was 18-19 I was really close friends with this girl who lived down the street from me. It didn't take long for me to completely fall in love with her, and she was the first girl I was legitimately interested in on an intellectual level.
For her birthday weekend she was going to a music festival to see a band she was really excited about at the time. They were a local area band, nothing big time, but she loved it. I was playing in a few bands at the time as well and had played a couple of shows with them, and had gotten to be friends with the singer. I called him up a few days before the festival and asked him to do me a solid favor and shout-out dedicate her favorite song to her from me in front of thousands of people. He was stoked to help out, and I was on cloud nine knowing how awesome this was going to be.
They played a late set, closer to 10pm, and I had already drifted off to sleep hours before they went on. I woke up the next day to 10+ text messages from her and her friends, and voicemails from her in shock at how it was the most amazing gesture anyone has ever done for her, yada yada yada. I walked around with a grin ear to ear for the next few days, waiting for her to come home for the next part of my plan.
I spent a few hours in the kitchen at my parents place trying to perfect this white wine garlic sauce she liked. She's a culinary student so I was going for gold trying to show an interest in her passions. I made her favorite dish, invited her over with the inclination of a birthday gift surprise and...
She never showed up. Ignored me for 3 months and moved to New York without even a goodbye. Ouch.
It wasn't until years later that she told me she freaked out and didn't want to get serious with me because she needed to get out of our hometown and didn't want anything, specifically a relationship, get in the way of that.
Being the older(25), wiser guy I am today I understand completely why she didn't want a relationship or to ask me to come to New York with her, but some explanation at the time would have been better than radio silence.
TL;DR: Went full-Galahad for my first love and she ignored me and moved away with no explanation or goodbye. | When I was 18-19 I was really close friends with this girl who lived down the street from me. It didn't take long for me to completely fall in love with her, and she was the first girl I was legitimately interested in on an intellectual level.
For her birthday weekend she was going to a music festival to see a band she was really excited about at the time. They were a local area band, nothing big time, but she loved it. I was playing in a few bands at the time as well and had played a couple of shows with them, and had gotten to be friends with the singer. I called him up a few days before the festival and asked him to do me a solid favor and shout-out dedicate her favorite song to her from me in front of thousands of people. He was stoked to help out, and I was on cloud nine knowing how awesome this was going to be.
They played a late set, closer to 10pm, and I had already drifted off to sleep hours before they went on. I woke up the next day to 10+ text messages from her and her friends, and voicemails from her in shock at how it was the most amazing gesture anyone has ever done for her, yada yada yada. I walked around with a grin ear to ear for the next few days, waiting for her to come home for the next part of my plan.
I spent a few hours in the kitchen at my parents place trying to perfect this white wine garlic sauce she liked. She's a culinary student so I was going for gold trying to show an interest in her passions. I made her favorite dish, invited her over with the inclination of a birthday gift surprise and...
She never showed up. Ignored me for 3 months and moved to New York without even a goodbye. Ouch.
It wasn't until years later that she told me she freaked out and didn't want to get serious with me because she needed to get out of our hometown and didn't want anything, specifically a relationship, get in the way of that.
Being the older(25), wiser guy I am today I understand completely why she didn't want a relationship or to ask me to come to New York with her, but some explanation at the time would have been better than radio silence.
TL;DR: Went full-Galahad for my first love and she ignored me and moved away with no explanation or goodbye.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdqgfhf | When I was 18-19 I was really close friends with this girl who lived down the street from me. It didn't take long for me to completely fall in love with her, and she was the first girl I was legitimately interested in on an intellectual level.
For her birthday weekend she was going to a music festival to see a band she was really excited about at the time. They were a local area band, nothing big time, but she loved it. I was playing in a few bands at the time as well and had played a couple of shows with them, and had gotten to be friends with the singer. I called him up a few days before the festival and asked him to do me a solid favor and shout-out dedicate her favorite song to her from me in front of thousands of people. He was stoked to help out, and I was on cloud nine knowing how awesome this was going to be.
They played a late set, closer to 10pm, and I had already drifted off to sleep hours before they went on. I woke up the next day to 10+ text messages from her and her friends, and voicemails from her in shock at how it was the most amazing gesture anyone has ever done for her, yada yada yada. I walked around with a grin ear to ear for the next few days, waiting for her to come home for the next part of my plan.
I spent a few hours in the kitchen at my parents place trying to perfect this white wine garlic sauce she liked. She's a culinary student so I was going for gold trying to show an interest in her passions. I made her favorite dish, invited her over with the inclination of a birthday gift surprise and...
She never showed up. Ignored me for 3 months and moved to New York without even a goodbye. Ouch.
It wasn't until years later that she told me she freaked out and didn't want to get serious with me because she needed to get out of our hometown and didn't want anything, specifically a relationship, get in the way of that.
Being the older(25), wiser guy I am today I understand completely why she didn't want a relationship or to ask me to come to New York with her, but some explanation at the time would have been better than radio silence. | Went full-Galahad for my first love and she ignored me and moved away with no explanation or goodbye. |
Ben_Deroveur | I'm really late to the party, but here goes.
I'm a dispatcher for the sheriff's office, so I only deal with police calls. When you call 911, they filter out the police calls from fire/medical, and transfer to me. When we get 911 "open lines" when the phone is connected but they can't hear anything, they get transferred to us, and we send someone out.
Well, I got one, nothing special, as I get tons each night. Each one, even if I can't hear anything, I'll turn my volume all the way up, and listen, and say hello a few times to see if there's a reply. This particular one, I heard very faint breathing, and could make out a "help" in there, very quiet and strained, but it was there.
They were calling from a cell phone, so we only had a gps estimated location. Although I had never done it before, I had the idea to search if the phone had called us before and made any report with an address. Our system only retains 6 months of data locally. Sure enough there it was, and I felt great. It was right near the gps ping. I told the dispatcher, and updated the screen.
I told the caller, I found your address "soandso something street, lot whatever, we have help on the way, and ended up having to disconnect for pending 911 calls stacking up. I told them, I have to go, I have 911 calls coming in, but they are coming to help you.
Well the address i found was in a mobile home, and I think the lot number was 30. So the deputy gets there, and the door is ajar, and he waits for his backup to go in, for safety reasons.
A few minutes later, backup arrives, they go in, clear the house, and there's nobody in the house. I think, there's no way, something must be wrong.. I check the prior call screen I had found, and double check it, and my heart dropped. The address on the screen, lot 30, was the address they were complaining about. Further down, it listed that they were at lot 29, next door.
I updated the address, again, and a few minutes later, they asked for EMS, as there was a man slumped just behind the front door, unconscious, and not breathing. And a few minutes later once EMS arrived, they declared it.
Yeah, I instantly blamed myself, and it ate me up for a week or two. If only I had gotten the right address, he may have lived. A lot of "what if's" that someone shouldn't think about.
I was the last person he talked to, and I was telling him help was on the way, and he heard me give him the wrong lot number.
TL;DR: I blamed myself for someone's death. | I'm really late to the party, but here goes.
I'm a dispatcher for the sheriff's office, so I only deal with police calls. When you call 911, they filter out the police calls from fire/medical, and transfer to me. When we get 911 "open lines" when the phone is connected but they can't hear anything, they get transferred to us, and we send someone out.
Well, I got one, nothing special, as I get tons each night. Each one, even if I can't hear anything, I'll turn my volume all the way up, and listen, and say hello a few times to see if there's a reply. This particular one, I heard very faint breathing, and could make out a "help" in there, very quiet and strained, but it was there.
They were calling from a cell phone, so we only had a gps estimated location. Although I had never done it before, I had the idea to search if the phone had called us before and made any report with an address. Our system only retains 6 months of data locally. Sure enough there it was, and I felt great. It was right near the gps ping. I told the dispatcher, and updated the screen.
I told the caller, I found your address "soandso something street, lot whatever, we have help on the way, and ended up having to disconnect for pending 911 calls stacking up. I told them, I have to go, I have 911 calls coming in, but they are coming to help you.
Well the address i found was in a mobile home, and I think the lot number was 30. So the deputy gets there, and the door is ajar, and he waits for his backup to go in, for safety reasons.
A few minutes later, backup arrives, they go in, clear the house, and there's nobody in the house. I think, there's no way, something must be wrong.. I check the prior call screen I had found, and double check it, and my heart dropped. The address on the screen, lot 30, was the address they were complaining about. Further down, it listed that they were at lot 29, next door.
I updated the address, again, and a few minutes later, they asked for EMS, as there was a man slumped just behind the front door, unconscious, and not breathing. And a few minutes later once EMS arrived, they declared it.
Yeah, I instantly blamed myself, and it ate me up for a week or two. If only I had gotten the right address, he may have lived. A lot of "what if's" that someone shouldn't think about.
I was the last person he talked to, and I was telling him help was on the way, and he heard me give him the wrong lot number.
TL;DR: I blamed myself for someone's death.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdqgl8c | I'm really late to the party, but here goes.
I'm a dispatcher for the sheriff's office, so I only deal with police calls. When you call 911, they filter out the police calls from fire/medical, and transfer to me. When we get 911 "open lines" when the phone is connected but they can't hear anything, they get transferred to us, and we send someone out.
Well, I got one, nothing special, as I get tons each night. Each one, even if I can't hear anything, I'll turn my volume all the way up, and listen, and say hello a few times to see if there's a reply. This particular one, I heard very faint breathing, and could make out a "help" in there, very quiet and strained, but it was there.
They were calling from a cell phone, so we only had a gps estimated location. Although I had never done it before, I had the idea to search if the phone had called us before and made any report with an address. Our system only retains 6 months of data locally. Sure enough there it was, and I felt great. It was right near the gps ping. I told the dispatcher, and updated the screen.
I told the caller, I found your address "soandso something street, lot whatever, we have help on the way, and ended up having to disconnect for pending 911 calls stacking up. I told them, I have to go, I have 911 calls coming in, but they are coming to help you.
Well the address i found was in a mobile home, and I think the lot number was 30. So the deputy gets there, and the door is ajar, and he waits for his backup to go in, for safety reasons.
A few minutes later, backup arrives, they go in, clear the house, and there's nobody in the house. I think, there's no way, something must be wrong.. I check the prior call screen I had found, and double check it, and my heart dropped. The address on the screen, lot 30, was the address they were complaining about. Further down, it listed that they were at lot 29, next door.
I updated the address, again, and a few minutes later, they asked for EMS, as there was a man slumped just behind the front door, unconscious, and not breathing. And a few minutes later once EMS arrived, they declared it.
Yeah, I instantly blamed myself, and it ate me up for a week or two. If only I had gotten the right address, he may have lived. A lot of "what if's" that someone shouldn't think about.
I was the last person he talked to, and I was telling him help was on the way, and he heard me give him the wrong lot number. | I blamed myself for someone's death. |
timojen | I've heard the sound someone makes when this happens.
Freshman year of high school in AP English we're all busy reading, teachers sitting quietly at her desk, when we hear this broken wail, is all I can call it. It doesn't stop and its heartbreaking just to hear, a combination of "oh" and "no-no-no-no." It's like the sound the Man in Black makes that leads Inigo to him. But worse. So much worse.
Our teacher ran out into the central Pod. Came back 15 minutes later. Another teacher had just heard news that her husband had died. Which is bad. But made worse because she had lost her father and son within the last month.
TL'DR: Teacher in high school made the real "sound of ultimate suffering" when she learned the last of her whole family was dead. | I've heard the sound someone makes when this happens.
Freshman year of high school in AP English we're all busy reading, teachers sitting quietly at her desk, when we hear this broken wail, is all I can call it. It doesn't stop and its heartbreaking just to hear, a combination of "oh" and "no-no-no-no." It's like the sound the Man in Black makes that leads Inigo to him. But worse. So much worse.
Our teacher ran out into the central Pod. Came back 15 minutes later. Another teacher had just heard news that her husband had died. Which is bad. But made worse because she had lost her father and son within the last month.
TL'DR: Teacher in high school made the real "sound of ultimate suffering" when she learned the last of her whole family was dead.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdqgpmc | I've heard the sound someone makes when this happens.
Freshman year of high school in AP English we're all busy reading, teachers sitting quietly at her desk, when we hear this broken wail, is all I can call it. It doesn't stop and its heartbreaking just to hear, a combination of "oh" and "no-no-no-no." It's like the sound the Man in Black makes that leads Inigo to him. But worse. So much worse.
Our teacher ran out into the central Pod. Came back 15 minutes later. Another teacher had just heard news that her husband had died. Which is bad. But made worse because she had lost her father and son within the last month. | Teacher in high school made the real "sound of ultimate suffering" when she learned the last of her whole family was dead. |
There_Or_Not_There | A lot of people have similar stories of their parents... I lost my mother relatively young. I know I’m late… but thought this was appropriate…
Background:
She got sick when I was in high school but didn't pass until 10 years later. It was a long and difficult 10 years. I was 'lucky' in that the diagnosis put a lot of things into perspective for me, and I got to know my mother in a whole new, wonderful way. She was an amazing woman who had depth and compassion in ways I constantly strive towards. I was in grad school when she got REALLY sick, and again, I was lucky in that I had an understanding advisor. I went home (1000 miles away) for a month or so at a time several times during the span of a few years. My siblings (I have a brother and sister) dealt with it in their own ways. My brother, younger, had difficulty coping and said several times he couldn’t see her that way (i.e. sick/dying). My sister lived even further away than I and had difficulty going home due to her job.
During my 'last' trip home, my mother was finally put on hospice care (which means there is no other life-sustaining care they can give). I was with her constantly: I worked on my thesis in bed with her between cooking, cleaning, showering, etc to help give my step-dad a bit of a break. During the final few days, she was incredibly restless (people often have a ‘surge’ of energy before death), and I spent even more time with her to make sure she didn’t need anything (mostly so she didn’t hurt herself).
*The point of my story:*
The night she died, my step-dad called me from downstairs the house. I assumed she was just incredibly restless, and he needed a few hours of sleep/some help. My brother was actually at home (the first time he had spent time at home with her for months and months) and studying in the kitchen for some test. I was wrong about the call… she was on her last breaths. I spent a few minutes with her and told her it was okay. I mean, what else do you say?? But then I realized I needed to say something to my brother out in the kitchen. He had said to me before he didn’t think he could handle being there when she died. I wanted to let him know he should go and get some space and/or do whatever he needed to do.
By the time I got back, she was gone. I wasn’t there when she passed. I kick myself every day for it. I love my brother, and I love my step-dad… but I think she would have wanted me there. We were very close. And I put my brothers’ needs ahead of my own. I was devastated… I wanted to be there for her. I regret it all the time.
**tl;dr: Wasn’t there when she died.. put others’ needs ahead of my own…**
Edit: Formatting because I'm too stupid to do it straight up. | A lot of people have similar stories of their parents... I lost my mother relatively young. I know I’m late… but thought this was appropriate…
Background:
She got sick when I was in high school but didn't pass until 10 years later. It was a long and difficult 10 years. I was 'lucky' in that the diagnosis put a lot of things into perspective for me, and I got to know my mother in a whole new, wonderful way. She was an amazing woman who had depth and compassion in ways I constantly strive towards. I was in grad school when she got REALLY sick, and again, I was lucky in that I had an understanding advisor. I went home (1000 miles away) for a month or so at a time several times during the span of a few years. My siblings (I have a brother and sister) dealt with it in their own ways. My brother, younger, had difficulty coping and said several times he couldn’t see her that way (i.e. sick/dying). My sister lived even further away than I and had difficulty going home due to her job.
During my 'last' trip home, my mother was finally put on hospice care (which means there is no other life-sustaining care they can give). I was with her constantly: I worked on my thesis in bed with her between cooking, cleaning, showering, etc to help give my step-dad a bit of a break. During the final few days, she was incredibly restless (people often have a ‘surge’ of energy before death), and I spent even more time with her to make sure she didn’t need anything (mostly so she didn’t hurt herself).
The point of my story:
The night she died, my step-dad called me from downstairs the house. I assumed she was just incredibly restless, and he needed a few hours of sleep/some help. My brother was actually at home (the first time he had spent time at home with her for months and months) and studying in the kitchen for some test. I was wrong about the call… she was on her last breaths. I spent a few minutes with her and told her it was okay. I mean, what else do you say?? But then I realized I needed to say something to my brother out in the kitchen. He had said to me before he didn’t think he could handle being there when she died. I wanted to let him know he should go and get some space and/or do whatever he needed to do.
By the time I got back, she was gone. I wasn’t there when she passed. I kick myself every day for it. I love my brother, and I love my step-dad… but I think she would have wanted me there. We were very close. And I put my brothers’ needs ahead of my own. I was devastated… I wanted to be there for her. I regret it all the time.
tl;dr: Wasn’t there when she died.. put others’ needs ahead of my own…
Edit: Formatting because I'm too stupid to do it straight up.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdqh19m | A lot of people have similar stories of their parents... I lost my mother relatively young. I know I’m late… but thought this was appropriate…
Background:
She got sick when I was in high school but didn't pass until 10 years later. It was a long and difficult 10 years. I was 'lucky' in that the diagnosis put a lot of things into perspective for me, and I got to know my mother in a whole new, wonderful way. She was an amazing woman who had depth and compassion in ways I constantly strive towards. I was in grad school when she got REALLY sick, and again, I was lucky in that I had an understanding advisor. I went home (1000 miles away) for a month or so at a time several times during the span of a few years. My siblings (I have a brother and sister) dealt with it in their own ways. My brother, younger, had difficulty coping and said several times he couldn’t see her that way (i.e. sick/dying). My sister lived even further away than I and had difficulty going home due to her job.
During my 'last' trip home, my mother was finally put on hospice care (which means there is no other life-sustaining care they can give). I was with her constantly: I worked on my thesis in bed with her between cooking, cleaning, showering, etc to help give my step-dad a bit of a break. During the final few days, she was incredibly restless (people often have a ‘surge’ of energy before death), and I spent even more time with her to make sure she didn’t need anything (mostly so she didn’t hurt herself).
The point of my story:
The night she died, my step-dad called me from downstairs the house. I assumed she was just incredibly restless, and he needed a few hours of sleep/some help. My brother was actually at home (the first time he had spent time at home with her for months and months) and studying in the kitchen for some test. I was wrong about the call… she was on her last breaths. I spent a few minutes with her and told her it was okay. I mean, what else do you say?? But then I realized I needed to say something to my brother out in the kitchen. He had said to me before he didn’t think he could handle being there when she died. I wanted to let him know he should go and get some space and/or do whatever he needed to do.
By the time I got back, she was gone. I wasn’t there when she passed. I kick myself every day for it. I love my brother, and I love my step-dad… but I think she would have wanted me there. We were very close. And I put my brothers’ needs ahead of my own. I was devastated… I wanted to be there for her. I regret it all the time. | Wasn’t there when she died.. put others’ needs ahead of my own…
Edit: Formatting because I'm too stupid to do it straight up. |
InsomniacCat | I was sitting in French class during my sophomore year in high school, and the phone rang. The teacher turned and said my Dad was in the office and I was being signed out. As I started to pack my things, I began to sob. I am not the type to do this, and only the people watching me pack noticed, until my teacher asked what was wrong. I don't even remember what I said to him, but as I moved out of the room I could hardly feel my body. My ears were hot, like I was going to vomit or pass out. When I saw my Dad I said something along the lines of, "Is she okay?". "She's alive." My brother was already with my Dad, so we headed to the hospital together. In an instant, though it was really nearly 45 minutes later, we're in the ICU, and I'm standing at the foot of her bed. My Mother is beside her to my right in a chair. There was a nurse on the left side of the bed giving my Nana another dose of morphine. My Nana could hardly speak, as she fought the sleep the slew of pain medication was forcing her into. Her mouth was dry, yet her eyes were shiny- she looked like she was going to cry. My Mother told her "The kids are here.". I don't know if I told her I loved her right then. I greeted her like nothing was wrong. I tried talking to her. Her eyes rolled back minutes after we had arrived, and she fell asleep. A deep, scary deep, sleep. I talked to her and sat as close to her as I could, displacing my Mother. I couldn't make out the words my Nana said to me before falling asleep. That day was to be the last time I saw her beautiful, large brown eyes.
A few days have passed, and its January 11th. I'm not one to remember dates- I've forgotten my own birthday once or twice. I'm sitting on the couch in the living room after school, eating, when my Mother walks in the front door, holding a hospital bag full of clothes in one hand, and carrying my Nana's purse on her shoulder. My Mother saw me and I don't even think she finished putting the stuff down in the kitchen before she started talking. My Nana had passed. I'm okay. The woman that raised me while my Mother worked, SHE passed? Okay. She had cancer in her lungs; she beat that. She had cancer in her brain; she beat that too. She passed from what? An abscess in her intestine. She had complained of stomach pain for a couple weeks, and her doctor told her it was simply from the steroids. Not once did he ask her to point to where on her abdomen it hurt because than it would have been obvious that it wasn't from steroids. Instead, my Mother decided to take her to the hospital because her nurse senses knew something wasn't right. Less than a week later, my Nana has passed? Her doctor ignored a lingering issue, and it killed her? It didn't matter how many times someone told me. The initial shock was the first time the words left my mouth. "My Nana died. I'm never going to see her again." I haven't been hit by the ton of bricks. Instead I'm hit by a few every so often. It knocks me down for a little while and sometimes it hurts enough to make me cry. It always knocks the wind out of me. Always.
TL;DR: My Nana, who meant the world to me, caused shock after shock with the events surrounding her death. | I was sitting in French class during my sophomore year in high school, and the phone rang. The teacher turned and said my Dad was in the office and I was being signed out. As I started to pack my things, I began to sob. I am not the type to do this, and only the people watching me pack noticed, until my teacher asked what was wrong. I don't even remember what I said to him, but as I moved out of the room I could hardly feel my body. My ears were hot, like I was going to vomit or pass out. When I saw my Dad I said something along the lines of, "Is she okay?". "She's alive." My brother was already with my Dad, so we headed to the hospital together. In an instant, though it was really nearly 45 minutes later, we're in the ICU, and I'm standing at the foot of her bed. My Mother is beside her to my right in a chair. There was a nurse on the left side of the bed giving my Nana another dose of morphine. My Nana could hardly speak, as she fought the sleep the slew of pain medication was forcing her into. Her mouth was dry, yet her eyes were shiny- she looked like she was going to cry. My Mother told her "The kids are here.". I don't know if I told her I loved her right then. I greeted her like nothing was wrong. I tried talking to her. Her eyes rolled back minutes after we had arrived, and she fell asleep. A deep, scary deep, sleep. I talked to her and sat as close to her as I could, displacing my Mother. I couldn't make out the words my Nana said to me before falling asleep. That day was to be the last time I saw her beautiful, large brown eyes.
A few days have passed, and its January 11th. I'm not one to remember dates- I've forgotten my own birthday once or twice. I'm sitting on the couch in the living room after school, eating, when my Mother walks in the front door, holding a hospital bag full of clothes in one hand, and carrying my Nana's purse on her shoulder. My Mother saw me and I don't even think she finished putting the stuff down in the kitchen before she started talking. My Nana had passed. I'm okay. The woman that raised me while my Mother worked, SHE passed? Okay. She had cancer in her lungs; she beat that. She had cancer in her brain; she beat that too. She passed from what? An abscess in her intestine. She had complained of stomach pain for a couple weeks, and her doctor told her it was simply from the steroids. Not once did he ask her to point to where on her abdomen it hurt because than it would have been obvious that it wasn't from steroids. Instead, my Mother decided to take her to the hospital because her nurse senses knew something wasn't right. Less than a week later, my Nana has passed? Her doctor ignored a lingering issue, and it killed her? It didn't matter how many times someone told me. The initial shock was the first time the words left my mouth. "My Nana died. I'm never going to see her again." I haven't been hit by the ton of bricks. Instead I'm hit by a few every so often. It knocks me down for a little while and sometimes it hurts enough to make me cry. It always knocks the wind out of me. Always.
TL;DR: My Nana, who meant the world to me, caused shock after shock with the events surrounding her death.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdqh3yp | I was sitting in French class during my sophomore year in high school, and the phone rang. The teacher turned and said my Dad was in the office and I was being signed out. As I started to pack my things, I began to sob. I am not the type to do this, and only the people watching me pack noticed, until my teacher asked what was wrong. I don't even remember what I said to him, but as I moved out of the room I could hardly feel my body. My ears were hot, like I was going to vomit or pass out. When I saw my Dad I said something along the lines of, "Is she okay?". "She's alive." My brother was already with my Dad, so we headed to the hospital together. In an instant, though it was really nearly 45 minutes later, we're in the ICU, and I'm standing at the foot of her bed. My Mother is beside her to my right in a chair. There was a nurse on the left side of the bed giving my Nana another dose of morphine. My Nana could hardly speak, as she fought the sleep the slew of pain medication was forcing her into. Her mouth was dry, yet her eyes were shiny- she looked like she was going to cry. My Mother told her "The kids are here.". I don't know if I told her I loved her right then. I greeted her like nothing was wrong. I tried talking to her. Her eyes rolled back minutes after we had arrived, and she fell asleep. A deep, scary deep, sleep. I talked to her and sat as close to her as I could, displacing my Mother. I couldn't make out the words my Nana said to me before falling asleep. That day was to be the last time I saw her beautiful, large brown eyes.
A few days have passed, and its January 11th. I'm not one to remember dates- I've forgotten my own birthday once or twice. I'm sitting on the couch in the living room after school, eating, when my Mother walks in the front door, holding a hospital bag full of clothes in one hand, and carrying my Nana's purse on her shoulder. My Mother saw me and I don't even think she finished putting the stuff down in the kitchen before she started talking. My Nana had passed. I'm okay. The woman that raised me while my Mother worked, SHE passed? Okay. She had cancer in her lungs; she beat that. She had cancer in her brain; she beat that too. She passed from what? An abscess in her intestine. She had complained of stomach pain for a couple weeks, and her doctor told her it was simply from the steroids. Not once did he ask her to point to where on her abdomen it hurt because than it would have been obvious that it wasn't from steroids. Instead, my Mother decided to take her to the hospital because her nurse senses knew something wasn't right. Less than a week later, my Nana has passed? Her doctor ignored a lingering issue, and it killed her? It didn't matter how many times someone told me. The initial shock was the first time the words left my mouth. "My Nana died. I'm never going to see her again." I haven't been hit by the ton of bricks. Instead I'm hit by a few every so often. It knocks me down for a little while and sometimes it hurts enough to make me cry. It always knocks the wind out of me. Always. | My Nana, who meant the world to me, caused shock after shock with the events surrounding her death. |
pulpobjj | I have two series of moments that culminate into what has become my current situation:
In 2010 I started a relationship with a beautiful woman that I had been close friends with for several years. We were both students and worked at the same spot in the university, and it was my first real attempt at a relationship since my previous relationship that had lasted ~3 years. Things were good until just after the New Year.
Grad school was clearly not what I expected and despite my best efforts was excruciating and disappointing. My father was diagnosed with prostate cancer and it had already started spreading. I had applied to San Diego State and NYU to try a grad program elsewhere (I was almost a year in, at this point) and had gotten into both programs, but turned them down to stay and be close to my family. Finally, I split the ligament between my big toe and the rest of my foot during wrestling practice, rendering me completely unable to walk and required surgery (they put a screw in my right foot - keep in mind, this is a really, really bad scenario for someone that actively competes and uses their sport as an outlet, and is now out for the next 3-6 months).
At this point I wasn’t doing too well and my foot constantly felt like it was on fire, so popping norco’s and oxy’s became a regular thing for me, to the point where I cannot remember most of what happened afterward, I only recall her bailing shortly after the screw went in, the cast coming off 8 weeks later, and on June 1, 2011 they took the screw out and I was allowed to walk without a special boot. By August I was grappling again and had a new, career-type job instead of student work (I deeply dislike my line of work and this job) and my habit went the way of the screw - gone, along with her. She was the only woman I ever really loved other than my mother and sister, and I still regret things going the way that they went.
Flash forward to October 2012, after a lot of prodding from my best friend, I quit my displeasing job and relocated 500 miles away to start a business with him. Keep in mind that where I moved from was where I had spent more time than anywhere else - this is also where my immediate family resides, and at this point my father’s cancer had stabilized and he was doing well. I’ve moved about 12 times because of my father’s line of work, which required traveling and relocating. So, I left the only place I’d managed to call home for longer than a few years, and arrive at my new home and find that it’s a commercial space with no shower or kitchen, and that my friend had none of the skills that he had claimed to have (oh, and rent is obscene). Not only that, but he has developed a lot of mental problems over the last few years and can fake being all right for about four days at a time. This isn’t just any friend, it’s my best friend, a guy that I’d known since middle school, and by far my longest friendship. I called his mother “other mom” and his father “other dad.” I visited them all the time prior to moving and trusted these people, and they never warned me about his issues, or about this ridiculous arrangement.
I made the best of it until the New Year, and the business had still made no money. I was contracting for my old company the entire time and taking on other contracts in order to keep up, and got a phone call from my mother in February - my father was done with cancer treatments and was on hospice care, and I needed to come say goodbye. He had just had radiation therapy to shrink down some tumors that they had found in his femur, and even a brain tumor. It was the end. I flew home and said goodbye, and he passed away an hour later with my mother and I standing by his bed. I stayed for a few weeks, returned to my new home, and didn’t leave my room for another couple of weeks.
My relationship with my best friend/business partner and his family exploded in a fury over a small disagreement one night in April, and I left in mid-May, returning home and taking on the same job that I hated, the one that I left on a whim to try and do my own thing. My former best friend/business partner is still trying to pry every last cent out of me that he can because of his personal liability with regard to the commercial space he rented for 3 years.
I lost my father, my best friend, and my dream. I still have trouble trusting women when it comes to romantic endeavors, and I regret ever leaving home while my father was sick. I hate my job and am trying to find a way to make my passion for combat sports and writing my line of work. I’m going to make it happen - so there’s definitely a silver lining. But to say these moments didn’t shatter me in a very real, cumulative manner, would be inaccurate.
tl;dr:
Taking risks sometimes yields harsh consequences, but I’ll get through it. | I have two series of moments that culminate into what has become my current situation:
In 2010 I started a relationship with a beautiful woman that I had been close friends with for several years. We were both students and worked at the same spot in the university, and it was my first real attempt at a relationship since my previous relationship that had lasted ~3 years. Things were good until just after the New Year.
Grad school was clearly not what I expected and despite my best efforts was excruciating and disappointing. My father was diagnosed with prostate cancer and it had already started spreading. I had applied to San Diego State and NYU to try a grad program elsewhere (I was almost a year in, at this point) and had gotten into both programs, but turned them down to stay and be close to my family. Finally, I split the ligament between my big toe and the rest of my foot during wrestling practice, rendering me completely unable to walk and required surgery (they put a screw in my right foot - keep in mind, this is a really, really bad scenario for someone that actively competes and uses their sport as an outlet, and is now out for the next 3-6 months).
At this point I wasn’t doing too well and my foot constantly felt like it was on fire, so popping norco’s and oxy’s became a regular thing for me, to the point where I cannot remember most of what happened afterward, I only recall her bailing shortly after the screw went in, the cast coming off 8 weeks later, and on June 1, 2011 they took the screw out and I was allowed to walk without a special boot. By August I was grappling again and had a new, career-type job instead of student work (I deeply dislike my line of work and this job) and my habit went the way of the screw - gone, along with her. She was the only woman I ever really loved other than my mother and sister, and I still regret things going the way that they went.
Flash forward to October 2012, after a lot of prodding from my best friend, I quit my displeasing job and relocated 500 miles away to start a business with him. Keep in mind that where I moved from was where I had spent more time than anywhere else - this is also where my immediate family resides, and at this point my father’s cancer had stabilized and he was doing well. I’ve moved about 12 times because of my father’s line of work, which required traveling and relocating. So, I left the only place I’d managed to call home for longer than a few years, and arrive at my new home and find that it’s a commercial space with no shower or kitchen, and that my friend had none of the skills that he had claimed to have (oh, and rent is obscene). Not only that, but he has developed a lot of mental problems over the last few years and can fake being all right for about four days at a time. This isn’t just any friend, it’s my best friend, a guy that I’d known since middle school, and by far my longest friendship. I called his mother “other mom” and his father “other dad.” I visited them all the time prior to moving and trusted these people, and they never warned me about his issues, or about this ridiculous arrangement.
I made the best of it until the New Year, and the business had still made no money. I was contracting for my old company the entire time and taking on other contracts in order to keep up, and got a phone call from my mother in February - my father was done with cancer treatments and was on hospice care, and I needed to come say goodbye. He had just had radiation therapy to shrink down some tumors that they had found in his femur, and even a brain tumor. It was the end. I flew home and said goodbye, and he passed away an hour later with my mother and I standing by his bed. I stayed for a few weeks, returned to my new home, and didn’t leave my room for another couple of weeks.
My relationship with my best friend/business partner and his family exploded in a fury over a small disagreement one night in April, and I left in mid-May, returning home and taking on the same job that I hated, the one that I left on a whim to try and do my own thing. My former best friend/business partner is still trying to pry every last cent out of me that he can because of his personal liability with regard to the commercial space he rented for 3 years.
I lost my father, my best friend, and my dream. I still have trouble trusting women when it comes to romantic endeavors, and I regret ever leaving home while my father was sick. I hate my job and am trying to find a way to make my passion for combat sports and writing my line of work. I’m going to make it happen - so there’s definitely a silver lining. But to say these moments didn’t shatter me in a very real, cumulative manner, would be inaccurate.
tl;dr:
Taking risks sometimes yields harsh consequences, but I’ll get through it.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdqhbrr | I have two series of moments that culminate into what has become my current situation:
In 2010 I started a relationship with a beautiful woman that I had been close friends with for several years. We were both students and worked at the same spot in the university, and it was my first real attempt at a relationship since my previous relationship that had lasted ~3 years. Things were good until just after the New Year.
Grad school was clearly not what I expected and despite my best efforts was excruciating and disappointing. My father was diagnosed with prostate cancer and it had already started spreading. I had applied to San Diego State and NYU to try a grad program elsewhere (I was almost a year in, at this point) and had gotten into both programs, but turned them down to stay and be close to my family. Finally, I split the ligament between my big toe and the rest of my foot during wrestling practice, rendering me completely unable to walk and required surgery (they put a screw in my right foot - keep in mind, this is a really, really bad scenario for someone that actively competes and uses their sport as an outlet, and is now out for the next 3-6 months).
At this point I wasn’t doing too well and my foot constantly felt like it was on fire, so popping norco’s and oxy’s became a regular thing for me, to the point where I cannot remember most of what happened afterward, I only recall her bailing shortly after the screw went in, the cast coming off 8 weeks later, and on June 1, 2011 they took the screw out and I was allowed to walk without a special boot. By August I was grappling again and had a new, career-type job instead of student work (I deeply dislike my line of work and this job) and my habit went the way of the screw - gone, along with her. She was the only woman I ever really loved other than my mother and sister, and I still regret things going the way that they went.
Flash forward to October 2012, after a lot of prodding from my best friend, I quit my displeasing job and relocated 500 miles away to start a business with him. Keep in mind that where I moved from was where I had spent more time than anywhere else - this is also where my immediate family resides, and at this point my father’s cancer had stabilized and he was doing well. I’ve moved about 12 times because of my father’s line of work, which required traveling and relocating. So, I left the only place I’d managed to call home for longer than a few years, and arrive at my new home and find that it’s a commercial space with no shower or kitchen, and that my friend had none of the skills that he had claimed to have (oh, and rent is obscene). Not only that, but he has developed a lot of mental problems over the last few years and can fake being all right for about four days at a time. This isn’t just any friend, it’s my best friend, a guy that I’d known since middle school, and by far my longest friendship. I called his mother “other mom” and his father “other dad.” I visited them all the time prior to moving and trusted these people, and they never warned me about his issues, or about this ridiculous arrangement.
I made the best of it until the New Year, and the business had still made no money. I was contracting for my old company the entire time and taking on other contracts in order to keep up, and got a phone call from my mother in February - my father was done with cancer treatments and was on hospice care, and I needed to come say goodbye. He had just had radiation therapy to shrink down some tumors that they had found in his femur, and even a brain tumor. It was the end. I flew home and said goodbye, and he passed away an hour later with my mother and I standing by his bed. I stayed for a few weeks, returned to my new home, and didn’t leave my room for another couple of weeks.
My relationship with my best friend/business partner and his family exploded in a fury over a small disagreement one night in April, and I left in mid-May, returning home and taking on the same job that I hated, the one that I left on a whim to try and do my own thing. My former best friend/business partner is still trying to pry every last cent out of me that he can because of his personal liability with regard to the commercial space he rented for 3 years.
I lost my father, my best friend, and my dream. I still have trouble trusting women when it comes to romantic endeavors, and I regret ever leaving home while my father was sick. I hate my job and am trying to find a way to make my passion for combat sports and writing my line of work. I’m going to make it happen - so there’s definitely a silver lining. But to say these moments didn’t shatter me in a very real, cumulative manner, would be inaccurate. | Taking risks sometimes yields harsh consequences, but I’ll get through it. |
deadlyyarikh | Before I begin I am sorry for such a long reply. Back in 8th grade while I was in middle school I had two best friends. Will call them female and male. Us three would hang out everyday during the summer. I loved both of them to death. One day I had things I had to do, and couldn't hang out with them. I didn't think it was a big deal. I found out about a month later that male and one of his friends had raped female. I was furious at the time, and heartbroken. I didn't know what to do.
I spent the next 2 years trying to comfort female. I would spend nights staying up and talking with her in order for her to not be alone. I still stayed kinda friends with male. I didn't know the whole story and spent the next two years trying to figure it out.
three years after the incident female and recovered mostly and found herself a loving boyfriend. I wasn't in her life that much anymore. Me and male are still pretty good friends I try to put the past behind me. I never knew what happened and didn't have a lot of friends to begin with. One day a police officer arrives at my door and tells me I am summoned to court by male friend. I tell my female and male friend I don't know what I am going to say. I never knew what really happened. My female friend yells at me, tells me I am worthless for not believing her.Me and her never really make up and stop being friends. Male friend ends up just giving up and accepting the least amount of chargers he can get.
Tl:dr: Two best friends one raped another...and I didn't have the courage to stand up for her in the end. | Before I begin I am sorry for such a long reply. Back in 8th grade while I was in middle school I had two best friends. Will call them female and male. Us three would hang out everyday during the summer. I loved both of them to death. One day I had things I had to do, and couldn't hang out with them. I didn't think it was a big deal. I found out about a month later that male and one of his friends had raped female. I was furious at the time, and heartbroken. I didn't know what to do.
I spent the next 2 years trying to comfort female. I would spend nights staying up and talking with her in order for her to not be alone. I still stayed kinda friends with male. I didn't know the whole story and spent the next two years trying to figure it out.
three years after the incident female and recovered mostly and found herself a loving boyfriend. I wasn't in her life that much anymore. Me and male are still pretty good friends I try to put the past behind me. I never knew what happened and didn't have a lot of friends to begin with. One day a police officer arrives at my door and tells me I am summoned to court by male friend. I tell my female and male friend I don't know what I am going to say. I never knew what really happened. My female friend yells at me, tells me I am worthless for not believing her.Me and her never really make up and stop being friends. Male friend ends up just giving up and accepting the least amount of chargers he can get.
Tl:dr: Two best friends one raped another...and I didn't have the courage to stand up for her in the end.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdqhdd7 | Before I begin I am sorry for such a long reply. Back in 8th grade while I was in middle school I had two best friends. Will call them female and male. Us three would hang out everyday during the summer. I loved both of them to death. One day I had things I had to do, and couldn't hang out with them. I didn't think it was a big deal. I found out about a month later that male and one of his friends had raped female. I was furious at the time, and heartbroken. I didn't know what to do.
I spent the next 2 years trying to comfort female. I would spend nights staying up and talking with her in order for her to not be alone. I still stayed kinda friends with male. I didn't know the whole story and spent the next two years trying to figure it out.
three years after the incident female and recovered mostly and found herself a loving boyfriend. I wasn't in her life that much anymore. Me and male are still pretty good friends I try to put the past behind me. I never knew what happened and didn't have a lot of friends to begin with. One day a police officer arrives at my door and tells me I am summoned to court by male friend. I tell my female and male friend I don't know what I am going to say. I never knew what really happened. My female friend yells at me, tells me I am worthless for not believing her.Me and her never really make up and stop being friends. Male friend ends up just giving up and accepting the least amount of chargers he can get. | Two best friends one raped another...and I didn't have the courage to stand up for her in the end. |
cats_and_hxc | Haha! Yeah, they really didn't like him for quite some time. They were extra critical and he really had to work to make them love him. My parents knew something went down too. But we had been very close friends for almost 4 years by then, so I knew he was *really* messed up at that time. I was incredibly hurt, but I saw the situation for what it was.
Honestly, my friends spelled it out to him. They were ruthless. So was I. But now, he is family to my parents and my friends. No one can even picture him as the man he "used to be". He just was so different. He was in a bad place, and he had no business being in a relationship with me, but a) I was about to move across the country and b) had been victim to something pretty difficult and he felt compelled to "protect me" in a way.
I don't know.
tl;dr: They gave him shit and he had to really earn it from all parties involved. | Haha! Yeah, they really didn't like him for quite some time. They were extra critical and he really had to work to make them love him. My parents knew something went down too. But we had been very close friends for almost 4 years by then, so I knew he was really messed up at that time. I was incredibly hurt, but I saw the situation for what it was.
Honestly, my friends spelled it out to him. They were ruthless. So was I. But now, he is family to my parents and my friends. No one can even picture him as the man he "used to be". He just was so different. He was in a bad place, and he had no business being in a relationship with me, but a) I was about to move across the country and b) had been victim to something pretty difficult and he felt compelled to "protect me" in a way.
I don't know.
tl;dr: They gave him shit and he had to really earn it from all parties involved.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdqhj4f | Haha! Yeah, they really didn't like him for quite some time. They were extra critical and he really had to work to make them love him. My parents knew something went down too. But we had been very close friends for almost 4 years by then, so I knew he was really messed up at that time. I was incredibly hurt, but I saw the situation for what it was.
Honestly, my friends spelled it out to him. They were ruthless. So was I. But now, he is family to my parents and my friends. No one can even picture him as the man he "used to be". He just was so different. He was in a bad place, and he had no business being in a relationship with me, but a) I was about to move across the country and b) had been victim to something pretty difficult and he felt compelled to "protect me" in a way.
I don't know. | They gave him shit and he had to really earn it from all parties involved. |
cunting_christfucker | I've had several experiences of total emotional breakdown. The two most immediately memorable are these:
A story had passed around school that a boy had been killed at another high school in the city during a sports lesson. Apparently a lazy teacher couldn't be bothered to pull out the correct goals for a 7 a side soccer game and had instead stuck four javelins into the ground. Two at either end of the pitch. One had tipped over and a lad had run into it whilst trying to score. It had impaled his thigh and he'd died soon after.
On my school bus ride home this had been a huge joke, and - like teenagers everywhere - we'd all been on the very best comic form as we joked about another kid's demise (and the teacher's misfortune and just about every other kind of nastiness we could think of).
I was a dedicated army cadet - a platoon sergeant - at the time, and it turned out the poor guy who'd died had been both a cadet in my platoon and a good friend. I was used to self-loathing (find me a spotty 15 year old guy who isn't) but this was just something else. I don't think I've ever been so ashamed in my life. Words cannot express.....
The second experience that comes to mind... I had three bad years. At the start of summer for three years running I got news of the demise of a guy of my age whom I was very close to. The second was my cousin, the third was my best 'English' friend. But the first was the raw, shattering, horrible one.
The three 'amigos' - best friends from Oz - were living in London and loving it. I'd been best mates with one of them at high school, then moved to London. He'd brought a Uni mate with him and there we were - inseperable. We travelled all over Europe - drinking, schmoozing, twatterising and generally having a great time. It was my mate's uni mate who rescued me from the most disasterous relationship I'd ever had. He was the one who drove a hundred miles at short notice with a van so I could escape a catastrophic relationship where her family wanted to break my legs for failure to propose. I helped him out with the horror of being in love with a friend's girlfriend who had him in the friendzone....
Then he got into moutaineering. The three of us went on awesome hiking trips. We drank scotch at the top of various big routes. I missed out on the igloo trip because of work - but I was fucked if I was going to miss doing Mt Blanc. So despite my vertigo I went. Two of us went out to the Vallee Blanche and it was awesome. Then the third - my Phoenix mate - turned up. And I was shit - I had to get helicoptered off after the Grande Colouire because I was crap with heights. And my mates rang all my other mates to laugh and I was ashamed and angry.
And the last night we were together they were giving me shit and I was in a grump but trying to hide it and I went back to work and two days later I got a call and the guy who'd pulled me out of the deepest hole I'd ever been in and who had dibs on being able to give me shit for the rest of my life had fallen off the Matterhorn and it was my other best mate - the guy I've since been best man for and would die for - was telling me this whilst I was in the office and the bottom fell out of my world. I howled, I made noised human's shouldn't make. My colleagues cleared the whole 100 person office for about 20 minutes and I'm so grateful they did. Finally someone came in and held me - a snotty wreck - for I don't know how long as I sobbed out a grief I hope I never know again. (But then again, I hope I do know it again. I'm forty and single and I'd much rather live a life where that grief was a future certainty because I knew true love than continue with the solitary life I've known for the last few years).
But what REALLY destroyed me? What experience - beyond the death of friends, family and brothers in arms (although outside of combat) - really brought me to my knees? It was this.
I met a girl. She looked like Cameron Diaz and she gave every sign of loving me to distraction. She didn't - she just wanted a baby. I obliged and then tried to do the 'right' thing. She rejected all my advances and by the 12 week mark of her pregnancy had essentially disappeared. She threatened legal action and so on. I - for one reason or another - decided on a 'softly softly' approach.
She didn't speak to me for a year. It was six months after the birth before I knew whether I had a son or a daughter. She finally wrote to me to say 'the government money's run out, time to pay your share' and it wasn't until the July after a December birth that I found I had a beautiful son who looked just like me. Meeting him obliterated every foundation I'd ever set myself for life and I'm a far better man for it. His mother will always be a thorn in my side, but the love he and I share makes that irrelevant.
TL:DR - Buy a dog. | I've had several experiences of total emotional breakdown. The two most immediately memorable are these:
A story had passed around school that a boy had been killed at another high school in the city during a sports lesson. Apparently a lazy teacher couldn't be bothered to pull out the correct goals for a 7 a side soccer game and had instead stuck four javelins into the ground. Two at either end of the pitch. One had tipped over and a lad had run into it whilst trying to score. It had impaled his thigh and he'd died soon after.
On my school bus ride home this had been a huge joke, and - like teenagers everywhere - we'd all been on the very best comic form as we joked about another kid's demise (and the teacher's misfortune and just about every other kind of nastiness we could think of).
I was a dedicated army cadet - a platoon sergeant - at the time, and it turned out the poor guy who'd died had been both a cadet in my platoon and a good friend. I was used to self-loathing (find me a spotty 15 year old guy who isn't) but this was just something else. I don't think I've ever been so ashamed in my life. Words cannot express.....
The second experience that comes to mind... I had three bad years. At the start of summer for three years running I got news of the demise of a guy of my age whom I was very close to. The second was my cousin, the third was my best 'English' friend. But the first was the raw, shattering, horrible one.
The three 'amigos' - best friends from Oz - were living in London and loving it. I'd been best mates with one of them at high school, then moved to London. He'd brought a Uni mate with him and there we were - inseperable. We travelled all over Europe - drinking, schmoozing, twatterising and generally having a great time. It was my mate's uni mate who rescued me from the most disasterous relationship I'd ever had. He was the one who drove a hundred miles at short notice with a van so I could escape a catastrophic relationship where her family wanted to break my legs for failure to propose. I helped him out with the horror of being in love with a friend's girlfriend who had him in the friendzone....
Then he got into moutaineering. The three of us went on awesome hiking trips. We drank scotch at the top of various big routes. I missed out on the igloo trip because of work - but I was fucked if I was going to miss doing Mt Blanc. So despite my vertigo I went. Two of us went out to the Vallee Blanche and it was awesome. Then the third - my Phoenix mate - turned up. And I was shit - I had to get helicoptered off after the Grande Colouire because I was crap with heights. And my mates rang all my other mates to laugh and I was ashamed and angry.
And the last night we were together they were giving me shit and I was in a grump but trying to hide it and I went back to work and two days later I got a call and the guy who'd pulled me out of the deepest hole I'd ever been in and who had dibs on being able to give me shit for the rest of my life had fallen off the Matterhorn and it was my other best mate - the guy I've since been best man for and would die for - was telling me this whilst I was in the office and the bottom fell out of my world. I howled, I made noised human's shouldn't make. My colleagues cleared the whole 100 person office for about 20 minutes and I'm so grateful they did. Finally someone came in and held me - a snotty wreck - for I don't know how long as I sobbed out a grief I hope I never know again. (But then again, I hope I do know it again. I'm forty and single and I'd much rather live a life where that grief was a future certainty because I knew true love than continue with the solitary life I've known for the last few years).
But what REALLY destroyed me? What experience - beyond the death of friends, family and brothers in arms (although outside of combat) - really brought me to my knees? It was this.
I met a girl. She looked like Cameron Diaz and she gave every sign of loving me to distraction. She didn't - she just wanted a baby. I obliged and then tried to do the 'right' thing. She rejected all my advances and by the 12 week mark of her pregnancy had essentially disappeared. She threatened legal action and so on. I - for one reason or another - decided on a 'softly softly' approach.
She didn't speak to me for a year. It was six months after the birth before I knew whether I had a son or a daughter. She finally wrote to me to say 'the government money's run out, time to pay your share' and it wasn't until the July after a December birth that I found I had a beautiful son who looked just like me. Meeting him obliterated every foundation I'd ever set myself for life and I'm a far better man for it. His mother will always be a thorn in my side, but the love he and I share makes that irrelevant.
TL:DR - Buy a dog.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdqi1yz | I've had several experiences of total emotional breakdown. The two most immediately memorable are these:
A story had passed around school that a boy had been killed at another high school in the city during a sports lesson. Apparently a lazy teacher couldn't be bothered to pull out the correct goals for a 7 a side soccer game and had instead stuck four javelins into the ground. Two at either end of the pitch. One had tipped over and a lad had run into it whilst trying to score. It had impaled his thigh and he'd died soon after.
On my school bus ride home this had been a huge joke, and - like teenagers everywhere - we'd all been on the very best comic form as we joked about another kid's demise (and the teacher's misfortune and just about every other kind of nastiness we could think of).
I was a dedicated army cadet - a platoon sergeant - at the time, and it turned out the poor guy who'd died had been both a cadet in my platoon and a good friend. I was used to self-loathing (find me a spotty 15 year old guy who isn't) but this was just something else. I don't think I've ever been so ashamed in my life. Words cannot express.....
The second experience that comes to mind... I had three bad years. At the start of summer for three years running I got news of the demise of a guy of my age whom I was very close to. The second was my cousin, the third was my best 'English' friend. But the first was the raw, shattering, horrible one.
The three 'amigos' - best friends from Oz - were living in London and loving it. I'd been best mates with one of them at high school, then moved to London. He'd brought a Uni mate with him and there we were - inseperable. We travelled all over Europe - drinking, schmoozing, twatterising and generally having a great time. It was my mate's uni mate who rescued me from the most disasterous relationship I'd ever had. He was the one who drove a hundred miles at short notice with a van so I could escape a catastrophic relationship where her family wanted to break my legs for failure to propose. I helped him out with the horror of being in love with a friend's girlfriend who had him in the friendzone....
Then he got into moutaineering. The three of us went on awesome hiking trips. We drank scotch at the top of various big routes. I missed out on the igloo trip because of work - but I was fucked if I was going to miss doing Mt Blanc. So despite my vertigo I went. Two of us went out to the Vallee Blanche and it was awesome. Then the third - my Phoenix mate - turned up. And I was shit - I had to get helicoptered off after the Grande Colouire because I was crap with heights. And my mates rang all my other mates to laugh and I was ashamed and angry.
And the last night we were together they were giving me shit and I was in a grump but trying to hide it and I went back to work and two days later I got a call and the guy who'd pulled me out of the deepest hole I'd ever been in and who had dibs on being able to give me shit for the rest of my life had fallen off the Matterhorn and it was my other best mate - the guy I've since been best man for and would die for - was telling me this whilst I was in the office and the bottom fell out of my world. I howled, I made noised human's shouldn't make. My colleagues cleared the whole 100 person office for about 20 minutes and I'm so grateful they did. Finally someone came in and held me - a snotty wreck - for I don't know how long as I sobbed out a grief I hope I never know again. (But then again, I hope I do know it again. I'm forty and single and I'd much rather live a life where that grief was a future certainty because I knew true love than continue with the solitary life I've known for the last few years).
But what REALLY destroyed me? What experience - beyond the death of friends, family and brothers in arms (although outside of combat) - really brought me to my knees? It was this.
I met a girl. She looked like Cameron Diaz and she gave every sign of loving me to distraction. She didn't - she just wanted a baby. I obliged and then tried to do the 'right' thing. She rejected all my advances and by the 12 week mark of her pregnancy had essentially disappeared. She threatened legal action and so on. I - for one reason or another - decided on a 'softly softly' approach.
She didn't speak to me for a year. It was six months after the birth before I knew whether I had a son or a daughter. She finally wrote to me to say 'the government money's run out, time to pay your share' and it wasn't until the July after a December birth that I found I had a beautiful son who looked just like me. Meeting him obliterated every foundation I'd ever set myself for life and I'm a far better man for it. His mother will always be a thorn in my side, but the love he and I share makes that irrelevant. | Buy a dog. |
InLoveWithKueppers | Woah... my worst experiences can't even touch some of yours.
I do not have **a** moment that profoundly changed me, but multiple.
The day our dog died was the first time I cried about the loss of a life. It made me understand what it was to lose an important friend.
The years of bullying I went through taught me that not everybody was good. That shattered my optimism and naivety. I became a realist that day.
The year and a half of teasing and treatment as a non-important member of my football team made me throw away my belief in what a team stands for. I became a misanthropist that day.
The day my first love left without saying goodbye. I had confessed my feelings, waited for months for a clear "no" (which she gave me) and wanted to properly bid farewell. That day drastically swayed me to the side of "love = pain" --> fuck love, fuck relationships. I became a pessimist that day.
The day my idea of a peaceful, evil-free and just world was destroyed by a friend's simple question, that day made me lose hope in any possibility of a fundamentally better world with humans in it. I became a nihilist that day.
Now, the only expectation I have of the people around me is for them to exceed my worst expectations. I give them the benefit of the doubt the first time, but it kills me a little more inside every time they do succeed to prove me right.
Everything I have experienced so far leaves me with only a single reason to live: my family.
**TL;DR I'm fine :)** | Woah... my worst experiences can't even touch some of yours.
I do not have a moment that profoundly changed me, but multiple.
The day our dog died was the first time I cried about the loss of a life. It made me understand what it was to lose an important friend.
The years of bullying I went through taught me that not everybody was good. That shattered my optimism and naivety. I became a realist that day.
The year and a half of teasing and treatment as a non-important member of my football team made me throw away my belief in what a team stands for. I became a misanthropist that day.
The day my first love left without saying goodbye. I had confessed my feelings, waited for months for a clear "no" (which she gave me) and wanted to properly bid farewell. That day drastically swayed me to the side of "love = pain" --> fuck love, fuck relationships. I became a pessimist that day.
The day my idea of a peaceful, evil-free and just world was destroyed by a friend's simple question, that day made me lose hope in any possibility of a fundamentally better world with humans in it. I became a nihilist that day.
Now, the only expectation I have of the people around me is for them to exceed my worst expectations. I give them the benefit of the doubt the first time, but it kills me a little more inside every time they do succeed to prove me right.
Everything I have experienced so far leaves me with only a single reason to live: my family.
TL;DR I'm fine :)
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdqi50t | Woah... my worst experiences can't even touch some of yours.
I do not have a moment that profoundly changed me, but multiple.
The day our dog died was the first time I cried about the loss of a life. It made me understand what it was to lose an important friend.
The years of bullying I went through taught me that not everybody was good. That shattered my optimism and naivety. I became a realist that day.
The year and a half of teasing and treatment as a non-important member of my football team made me throw away my belief in what a team stands for. I became a misanthropist that day.
The day my first love left without saying goodbye. I had confessed my feelings, waited for months for a clear "no" (which she gave me) and wanted to properly bid farewell. That day drastically swayed me to the side of "love = pain" --> fuck love, fuck relationships. I became a pessimist that day.
The day my idea of a peaceful, evil-free and just world was destroyed by a friend's simple question, that day made me lose hope in any possibility of a fundamentally better world with humans in it. I became a nihilist that day.
Now, the only expectation I have of the people around me is for them to exceed my worst expectations. I give them the benefit of the doubt the first time, but it kills me a little more inside every time they do succeed to prove me right.
Everything I have experienced so far leaves me with only a single reason to live: my family. | I'm fine :) |
absolutkiss | One warm July evening I came home to find two close friends of mine tripping on acid, mushrooms, and ecstasy. They offered me an ecstasy pill and I took it.
About an hour and a half later we're half-naked in a barn, painting, feeling good; when for some insane reason, I decided to take a look at my phone. I had just started rolling. I saw something like 57 missed calls from my older brother. I called him back; my grandmother had passed away. I spent the rest of the evening crying and laughing and just really, really fucked up. She had had a really hard life( been in Auschwitz, my grandfather died of a heart attack at 45 and left her to raise her 3 children on her own. I was really close to her, but hadn't gone to visit her in the hospital in a while and I felt really guilty about it. I still feel guilty about that.
Ended up having to get on a plane the next day to accompany her body to be buried in Israel.
Tl;dr: don't look at your phone after taking serious drugs. I found out about my grandma's death that way.
| One warm July evening I came home to find two close friends of mine tripping on acid, mushrooms, and ecstasy. They offered me an ecstasy pill and I took it.
About an hour and a half later we're half-naked in a barn, painting, feeling good; when for some insane reason, I decided to take a look at my phone. I had just started rolling. I saw something like 57 missed calls from my older brother. I called him back; my grandmother had passed away. I spent the rest of the evening crying and laughing and just really, really fucked up. She had had a really hard life( been in Auschwitz, my grandfather died of a heart attack at 45 and left her to raise her 3 children on her own. I was really close to her, but hadn't gone to visit her in the hospital in a while and I felt really guilty about it. I still feel guilty about that.
Ended up having to get on a plane the next day to accompany her body to be buried in Israel.
Tl;dr: don't look at your phone after taking serious drugs. I found out about my grandma's death that way.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdqi8lh | One warm July evening I came home to find two close friends of mine tripping on acid, mushrooms, and ecstasy. They offered me an ecstasy pill and I took it.
About an hour and a half later we're half-naked in a barn, painting, feeling good; when for some insane reason, I decided to take a look at my phone. I had just started rolling. I saw something like 57 missed calls from my older brother. I called him back; my grandmother had passed away. I spent the rest of the evening crying and laughing and just really, really fucked up. She had had a really hard life( been in Auschwitz, my grandfather died of a heart attack at 45 and left her to raise her 3 children on her own. I was really close to her, but hadn't gone to visit her in the hospital in a while and I felt really guilty about it. I still feel guilty about that.
Ended up having to get on a plane the next day to accompany her body to be buried in Israel. | don't look at your phone after taking serious drugs. I found out about my grandma's death that way. |
caddrio | I had an ex-girlfriend who had to move away. At the time, I thought things were wonderful between us - she told me that she loved me, and I loved her. We decided against long distance however, since we are young, and it was so far away, and she'd be there indefinitely. Things got rocky between us as her departure approached, which I figured was normal. We were both really sad but it was bearable.
A few months after she was gone, I found out that while she was with me she had been cheating on me regularly with someone we both knew, for an entire month. When I confronted her about it over text, she admitted that it was true, but showed absolutely no remorse. She was only angry at her friend for spilling the beans. She began jabbing me, saying hurtful things, going as far as saying that she had been working as an escort (i.e., a hooker) while she was with me, long before the incident I discovered.
I was fucking shocked, I thought it was a lie and that it couldn't be true, and that she was just trying to hurt me. She had a great research job the whole time I was with her, and was going to a great school for a master's degree in a promising scientific field. She came from a waspy, rich, private school family - she had absolutely no want for money and nothing about her could ever suggest she would even consider whoring herself. But then I found her escort ads online, which verified everything she said, and they ripped my heart out of my chest. I still can't understand why she chose to do it.
At that moment, our whole relationship suddenly turned rotten in my memory. Everything I thought was good between us, every moment I used to cherish, every time she would smile at me, was now just a massive "fuck you". I told her I was devastated - that I couldn't believe she would kiss me and tell me she loved me and go fuck random guys for money. She told me to "fuck off and stop being an emo bitch". It was a complete 180, she had become the opposite of who I thought she was. I honestly believe she is a sociopath.
Shattered is not a strong enough word to describe how I still feel about it. It's incomprehensible. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to love anyone again. At least not in the unguarded, trusting way I used to. I've lost a lot of interest in sex, it's hard for me to think about anything sexual without imagining the horrible things she must have been doing and feeling nauseous. I don't hang out with any of our mutual friends anymore for fear of hearing or being reminded of her. It's like I have some massive wound where my heart used to be that will never heal. Yep.
TL;DR: Ex-girlfriend secretly became a hooker while we were together. Tells me to fuck off and stop being an emo bitch when I find out. Emotionally crippled as a result. | I had an ex-girlfriend who had to move away. At the time, I thought things were wonderful between us - she told me that she loved me, and I loved her. We decided against long distance however, since we are young, and it was so far away, and she'd be there indefinitely. Things got rocky between us as her departure approached, which I figured was normal. We were both really sad but it was bearable.
A few months after she was gone, I found out that while she was with me she had been cheating on me regularly with someone we both knew, for an entire month. When I confronted her about it over text, she admitted that it was true, but showed absolutely no remorse. She was only angry at her friend for spilling the beans. She began jabbing me, saying hurtful things, going as far as saying that she had been working as an escort (i.e., a hooker) while she was with me, long before the incident I discovered.
I was fucking shocked, I thought it was a lie and that it couldn't be true, and that she was just trying to hurt me. She had a great research job the whole time I was with her, and was going to a great school for a master's degree in a promising scientific field. She came from a waspy, rich, private school family - she had absolutely no want for money and nothing about her could ever suggest she would even consider whoring herself. But then I found her escort ads online, which verified everything she said, and they ripped my heart out of my chest. I still can't understand why she chose to do it.
At that moment, our whole relationship suddenly turned rotten in my memory. Everything I thought was good between us, every moment I used to cherish, every time she would smile at me, was now just a massive "fuck you". I told her I was devastated - that I couldn't believe she would kiss me and tell me she loved me and go fuck random guys for money. She told me to "fuck off and stop being an emo bitch". It was a complete 180, she had become the opposite of who I thought she was. I honestly believe she is a sociopath.
Shattered is not a strong enough word to describe how I still feel about it. It's incomprehensible. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to love anyone again. At least not in the unguarded, trusting way I used to. I've lost a lot of interest in sex, it's hard for me to think about anything sexual without imagining the horrible things she must have been doing and feeling nauseous. I don't hang out with any of our mutual friends anymore for fear of hearing or being reminded of her. It's like I have some massive wound where my heart used to be that will never heal. Yep.
TL;DR: Ex-girlfriend secretly became a hooker while we were together. Tells me to fuck off and stop being an emo bitch when I find out. Emotionally crippled as a result.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdqipae | I had an ex-girlfriend who had to move away. At the time, I thought things were wonderful between us - she told me that she loved me, and I loved her. We decided against long distance however, since we are young, and it was so far away, and she'd be there indefinitely. Things got rocky between us as her departure approached, which I figured was normal. We were both really sad but it was bearable.
A few months after she was gone, I found out that while she was with me she had been cheating on me regularly with someone we both knew, for an entire month. When I confronted her about it over text, she admitted that it was true, but showed absolutely no remorse. She was only angry at her friend for spilling the beans. She began jabbing me, saying hurtful things, going as far as saying that she had been working as an escort (i.e., a hooker) while she was with me, long before the incident I discovered.
I was fucking shocked, I thought it was a lie and that it couldn't be true, and that she was just trying to hurt me. She had a great research job the whole time I was with her, and was going to a great school for a master's degree in a promising scientific field. She came from a waspy, rich, private school family - she had absolutely no want for money and nothing about her could ever suggest she would even consider whoring herself. But then I found her escort ads online, which verified everything she said, and they ripped my heart out of my chest. I still can't understand why she chose to do it.
At that moment, our whole relationship suddenly turned rotten in my memory. Everything I thought was good between us, every moment I used to cherish, every time she would smile at me, was now just a massive "fuck you". I told her I was devastated - that I couldn't believe she would kiss me and tell me she loved me and go fuck random guys for money. She told me to "fuck off and stop being an emo bitch". It was a complete 180, she had become the opposite of who I thought she was. I honestly believe she is a sociopath.
Shattered is not a strong enough word to describe how I still feel about it. It's incomprehensible. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to love anyone again. At least not in the unguarded, trusting way I used to. I've lost a lot of interest in sex, it's hard for me to think about anything sexual without imagining the horrible things she must have been doing and feeling nauseous. I don't hang out with any of our mutual friends anymore for fear of hearing or being reminded of her. It's like I have some massive wound where my heart used to be that will never heal. Yep. | Ex-girlfriend secretly became a hooker while we were together. Tells me to fuck off and stop being an emo bitch when I find out. Emotionally crippled as a result. |
Slabbo | Gonna be buried, but this one is pretty unique...
I'm 40 and this happened when I was 30. The girl was 24.
It's been 10 years, and I haven't been able to revive my soul. It's dead. I can't even have sex anymore if there are ANY emotions present...Empty fuck sex only, which is hard because I'm more the type who cares, ya know? Anyway, with someone I'm actually attracted to beyond the physical, If I try, my mind seems to choose to wander and I can't concentrate. It's like there's an invisible wall that prevents me...My self-esteem is gone, and my hope is gone....
In 2003 I had been living in Spain. I owned an internet cafe. One night, a beautiful girl walked in, and that began a really amazing relationship that unfolded like a fairy tale...Funny cool amazing shit - as if the heavens, themselves, were opening up before us...If you're interested in details, I'll respond to a request...Cool cool funny cool romantic stuff that happens only in movies. What's even stranger is that she was an Erasmus student from Austria and she was actually aristocracy (a baroness).
We both were in love....She'd constantly come to see me, even telling me that when she was done with school, she'd have to go play solitaire for awhile before rushing over to see me because she felt silly that she wanted to immediately see me...
Anyway, the long and the short is that over Christmas, she went home to Austria for 3 weeks.
When she returned, she was reeeeeally weird...Said she needed space..Yet, she came to see me at the cafe every single day...But just for small talk - no physical affection. She wouldn't go out with me, ONLY in my cafe...
About a month on, I insisted that she tell me what was up....If she had another guy or something, we just need to lay it on the table and move forward.
She revealed that she had gone for a check-up in Vienna and her doctor told her she was pregnant.
She panicked, and had an abortion. And now she's all shredded and feels like she killed her first baby and always wanted kids but now she murdered it etc etc...And that she hated me for it...
HOLY SHIT. I told her that I was totally here for her and that I stand by any decision she needed to make, and that I only wished I'd known because I would have been by her side within hours.
For the next 4 months, she came to see me....EVERY DAY. But she hated me...Despite my support, and even my own sadness because I loved her, and of course, I loved our "child", so I had a lot of sadness for that too, but mostly, I was concerned with her well-being.
I tried to talk to her...To let her know I was prepared to be and do whatever was needed. That I was 100% on her side and with her...
Nothing worked. Every day, she'd come in and tear another stripe off my sleeve....I was shit. I was pathetic. She hated me. She didn't love me. Blah blah blah. But she'd come in EVERY DAY and just sit by me, but say only small talk...She even switched to only speaking Spanish, which she wasn't very good at, instead of English, which she was fluent in.
I went to a therapist just to ask what she could be going through and what I could do to understand and help.
I went to the Post Abortion Stress Syndrome website to post on the forums and explain my situation, and ask what I could do, and what I should understand about what my girl could be going through...Hormones, guilt, anger, etc...Lots of headfuck can come from having an abortion...
The women on the site sang my praises...Telling me their "ab dad" punched them in the stomach, called them "baby killer" etc and that they wish that their guys cared as much as I did...
Anyway, I wound up losing like 20 lbs, smoking 5-6 packs of cigs a day (laying in bed, head to the side, with ashtray right next to face so ash didnt just fall on the bed)....My soul was destroyed....
I floated through the next 2 years in an utter zombie-state...I was angry, super violent (not on people, but banging fists on my table as I sat alone in my flat until they were bloody, throwing bricks at walls of abandoned buildings, etc...Just...leaking rage, I guess?), super super super super black and negative...
I had gone into a cathedral to light a candle for the aborted life-form, to ask that if it has spirit, that it has comfort and can forgive my girl, and I prayed for my girl too...I'm not even a normal church-goer...It did nothing...Not that I truly expected anything to "happen", but as this torture went on and on, I just broke my relationship with God - I don't mean I stopped being some kind of religious fanatic to dropping out. I mean that I, like, became Lucifer...Enemy of God...Like, I felt like after all the fucked up shit I've been through, this had to be the most fucked up, and there was no way that this bearded fucker with the clouds and the angels was any friend of mine....My soul and my heart were blacker than night...
But she just hated me and hated me no matter what I did...Roses...Left in her bedroom for her. No card. She'd know, but it wasn't important for her to know they were from me...I just wanted her to have roses in her sight. Something beautiful in a time when she must have been going through so much suffering
But to no avail. It got to the point where she was taunting me by bringing guys into the cafe as they would be on their way to dinner, symphony, whatever...And I would get thrashed if I even hinted that that wasnt a very nice thing to do ("We're FRIENDS! YOU THINK I'D BE DATING GUYS?!?! AFTER WHAT YOU JUST PUT ME THROUGH?!?! HOW DARE YOU?".....But then she'd have hickeys the next day....)
I was in such a state....I didn't know what was up or down.... I didn't sleep much...I would just sit in bed and listen to ANYTHING in English I could find on shortwave just to keep me company (no internet at home).....I was buggin....A total breakdown....
Luckily I had a few friends who actually were able to see me through with their immovable friendship, and I thank them for saving my life, for I surely would have killed myself if I hadn't had them.
So fast forward to a year and a half later....She went back to Austria...I haven't seen her in a year and a half. No contact. I've been seeing a therapist, mostly climbed out of the hole, kind of moving forward...
And I get an email....
Basically said that the whole abortion was a lie and that she needed to confess so she could get it off her chest because she wouldn't be able to look her future kids in the eyes if she still bared that burden. Her reason for wanting to break up? #1 - She didn't think I'd be financially able to raise a family (This I found sad because although I earn my money doing small smart [and legal] ventures, I'm quite financially comfortable and skilled and able to keep earning) and #2 because she was young and wealthy and beautiful and wanted to sow her oats more because she had the feeling that if we stayed together, we'd probably get married. Weird decision of hers to let me down easy by, instead of just saying it, she thought dropping me into a wood-chipper for 4 months would be a better idea. P-twoingg-g-gg-g-g-g
Even the fucking e-mail was all about her. There was no concern shown for me at all - it was simply a hand-washing....
It kinda tore the old wounds open again, and was cruel to do, if you ask me....
Now it's 10 years later, and I've gotten past in in the sense that I can live my life....But intimacy and trust are gone from my existence....And it sucks so bad.....No intimacy....No trust.....Just ticking seconds until I die....
TL;DR - Austrian baroness fakes abortion because she was too spineless to just break up. Destroys Slabbo's soul and comes back to spit on his grave.
Thanks for reading through this ramble.
EDIT: Added ages to beginning
EDIT2: Added details..."Expounded", if you will ;) | Gonna be buried, but this one is pretty unique...
I'm 40 and this happened when I was 30. The girl was 24.
It's been 10 years, and I haven't been able to revive my soul. It's dead. I can't even have sex anymore if there are ANY emotions present...Empty fuck sex only, which is hard because I'm more the type who cares, ya know? Anyway, with someone I'm actually attracted to beyond the physical, If I try, my mind seems to choose to wander and I can't concentrate. It's like there's an invisible wall that prevents me...My self-esteem is gone, and my hope is gone....
In 2003 I had been living in Spain. I owned an internet cafe. One night, a beautiful girl walked in, and that began a really amazing relationship that unfolded like a fairy tale...Funny cool amazing shit - as if the heavens, themselves, were opening up before us...If you're interested in details, I'll respond to a request...Cool cool funny cool romantic stuff that happens only in movies. What's even stranger is that she was an Erasmus student from Austria and she was actually aristocracy (a baroness).
We both were in love....She'd constantly come to see me, even telling me that when she was done with school, she'd have to go play solitaire for awhile before rushing over to see me because she felt silly that she wanted to immediately see me...
Anyway, the long and the short is that over Christmas, she went home to Austria for 3 weeks.
When she returned, she was reeeeeally weird...Said she needed space..Yet, she came to see me at the cafe every single day...But just for small talk - no physical affection. She wouldn't go out with me, ONLY in my cafe...
About a month on, I insisted that she tell me what was up....If she had another guy or something, we just need to lay it on the table and move forward.
She revealed that she had gone for a check-up in Vienna and her doctor told her she was pregnant.
She panicked, and had an abortion. And now she's all shredded and feels like she killed her first baby and always wanted kids but now she murdered it etc etc...And that she hated me for it...
HOLY SHIT. I told her that I was totally here for her and that I stand by any decision she needed to make, and that I only wished I'd known because I would have been by her side within hours.
For the next 4 months, she came to see me....EVERY DAY. But she hated me...Despite my support, and even my own sadness because I loved her, and of course, I loved our "child", so I had a lot of sadness for that too, but mostly, I was concerned with her well-being.
I tried to talk to her...To let her know I was prepared to be and do whatever was needed. That I was 100% on her side and with her...
Nothing worked. Every day, she'd come in and tear another stripe off my sleeve....I was shit. I was pathetic. She hated me. She didn't love me. Blah blah blah. But she'd come in EVERY DAY and just sit by me, but say only small talk...She even switched to only speaking Spanish, which she wasn't very good at, instead of English, which she was fluent in.
I went to a therapist just to ask what she could be going through and what I could do to understand and help.
I went to the Post Abortion Stress Syndrome website to post on the forums and explain my situation, and ask what I could do, and what I should understand about what my girl could be going through...Hormones, guilt, anger, etc...Lots of headfuck can come from having an abortion...
The women on the site sang my praises...Telling me their "ab dad" punched them in the stomach, called them "baby killer" etc and that they wish that their guys cared as much as I did...
Anyway, I wound up losing like 20 lbs, smoking 5-6 packs of cigs a day (laying in bed, head to the side, with ashtray right next to face so ash didnt just fall on the bed)....My soul was destroyed....
I floated through the next 2 years in an utter zombie-state...I was angry, super violent (not on people, but banging fists on my table as I sat alone in my flat until they were bloody, throwing bricks at walls of abandoned buildings, etc...Just...leaking rage, I guess?), super super super super black and negative...
I had gone into a cathedral to light a candle for the aborted life-form, to ask that if it has spirit, that it has comfort and can forgive my girl, and I prayed for my girl too...I'm not even a normal church-goer...It did nothing...Not that I truly expected anything to "happen", but as this torture went on and on, I just broke my relationship with God - I don't mean I stopped being some kind of religious fanatic to dropping out. I mean that I, like, became Lucifer...Enemy of God...Like, I felt like after all the fucked up shit I've been through, this had to be the most fucked up, and there was no way that this bearded fucker with the clouds and the angels was any friend of mine....My soul and my heart were blacker than night...
But she just hated me and hated me no matter what I did...Roses...Left in her bedroom for her. No card. She'd know, but it wasn't important for her to know they were from me...I just wanted her to have roses in her sight. Something beautiful in a time when she must have been going through so much suffering
But to no avail. It got to the point where she was taunting me by bringing guys into the cafe as they would be on their way to dinner, symphony, whatever...And I would get thrashed if I even hinted that that wasnt a very nice thing to do ("We're FRIENDS! YOU THINK I'D BE DATING GUYS?!?! AFTER WHAT YOU JUST PUT ME THROUGH?!?! HOW DARE YOU?".....But then she'd have hickeys the next day....)
I was in such a state....I didn't know what was up or down.... I didn't sleep much...I would just sit in bed and listen to ANYTHING in English I could find on shortwave just to keep me company (no internet at home).....I was buggin....A total breakdown....
Luckily I had a few friends who actually were able to see me through with their immovable friendship, and I thank them for saving my life, for I surely would have killed myself if I hadn't had them.
So fast forward to a year and a half later....She went back to Austria...I haven't seen her in a year and a half. No contact. I've been seeing a therapist, mostly climbed out of the hole, kind of moving forward...
And I get an email....
Basically said that the whole abortion was a lie and that she needed to confess so she could get it off her chest because she wouldn't be able to look her future kids in the eyes if she still bared that burden. Her reason for wanting to break up? #1 - She didn't think I'd be financially able to raise a family (This I found sad because although I earn my money doing small smart [and legal] ventures, I'm quite financially comfortable and skilled and able to keep earning) and #2 because she was young and wealthy and beautiful and wanted to sow her oats more because she had the feeling that if we stayed together, we'd probably get married. Weird decision of hers to let me down easy by, instead of just saying it, she thought dropping me into a wood-chipper for 4 months would be a better idea. P-twoingg-g-gg-g-g-g
Even the fucking e-mail was all about her. There was no concern shown for me at all - it was simply a hand-washing....
It kinda tore the old wounds open again, and was cruel to do, if you ask me....
Now it's 10 years later, and I've gotten past in in the sense that I can live my life....But intimacy and trust are gone from my existence....And it sucks so bad.....No intimacy....No trust.....Just ticking seconds until I die....
TL;DR - Austrian baroness fakes abortion because she was too spineless to just break up. Destroys Slabbo's soul and comes back to spit on his grave.
Thanks for reading through this ramble.
EDIT: Added ages to beginning
EDIT2: Added details..."Expounded", if you will ;)
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdqj39m | Gonna be buried, but this one is pretty unique...
I'm 40 and this happened when I was 30. The girl was 24.
It's been 10 years, and I haven't been able to revive my soul. It's dead. I can't even have sex anymore if there are ANY emotions present...Empty fuck sex only, which is hard because I'm more the type who cares, ya know? Anyway, with someone I'm actually attracted to beyond the physical, If I try, my mind seems to choose to wander and I can't concentrate. It's like there's an invisible wall that prevents me...My self-esteem is gone, and my hope is gone....
In 2003 I had been living in Spain. I owned an internet cafe. One night, a beautiful girl walked in, and that began a really amazing relationship that unfolded like a fairy tale...Funny cool amazing shit - as if the heavens, themselves, were opening up before us...If you're interested in details, I'll respond to a request...Cool cool funny cool romantic stuff that happens only in movies. What's even stranger is that she was an Erasmus student from Austria and she was actually aristocracy (a baroness).
We both were in love....She'd constantly come to see me, even telling me that when she was done with school, she'd have to go play solitaire for awhile before rushing over to see me because she felt silly that she wanted to immediately see me...
Anyway, the long and the short is that over Christmas, she went home to Austria for 3 weeks.
When she returned, she was reeeeeally weird...Said she needed space..Yet, she came to see me at the cafe every single day...But just for small talk - no physical affection. She wouldn't go out with me, ONLY in my cafe...
About a month on, I insisted that she tell me what was up....If she had another guy or something, we just need to lay it on the table and move forward.
She revealed that she had gone for a check-up in Vienna and her doctor told her she was pregnant.
She panicked, and had an abortion. And now she's all shredded and feels like she killed her first baby and always wanted kids but now she murdered it etc etc...And that she hated me for it...
HOLY SHIT. I told her that I was totally here for her and that I stand by any decision she needed to make, and that I only wished I'd known because I would have been by her side within hours.
For the next 4 months, she came to see me....EVERY DAY. But she hated me...Despite my support, and even my own sadness because I loved her, and of course, I loved our "child", so I had a lot of sadness for that too, but mostly, I was concerned with her well-being.
I tried to talk to her...To let her know I was prepared to be and do whatever was needed. That I was 100% on her side and with her...
Nothing worked. Every day, she'd come in and tear another stripe off my sleeve....I was shit. I was pathetic. She hated me. She didn't love me. Blah blah blah. But she'd come in EVERY DAY and just sit by me, but say only small talk...She even switched to only speaking Spanish, which she wasn't very good at, instead of English, which she was fluent in.
I went to a therapist just to ask what she could be going through and what I could do to understand and help.
I went to the Post Abortion Stress Syndrome website to post on the forums and explain my situation, and ask what I could do, and what I should understand about what my girl could be going through...Hormones, guilt, anger, etc...Lots of headfuck can come from having an abortion...
The women on the site sang my praises...Telling me their "ab dad" punched them in the stomach, called them "baby killer" etc and that they wish that their guys cared as much as I did...
Anyway, I wound up losing like 20 lbs, smoking 5-6 packs of cigs a day (laying in bed, head to the side, with ashtray right next to face so ash didnt just fall on the bed)....My soul was destroyed....
I floated through the next 2 years in an utter zombie-state...I was angry, super violent (not on people, but banging fists on my table as I sat alone in my flat until they were bloody, throwing bricks at walls of abandoned buildings, etc...Just...leaking rage, I guess?), super super super super black and negative...
I had gone into a cathedral to light a candle for the aborted life-form, to ask that if it has spirit, that it has comfort and can forgive my girl, and I prayed for my girl too...I'm not even a normal church-goer...It did nothing...Not that I truly expected anything to "happen", but as this torture went on and on, I just broke my relationship with God - I don't mean I stopped being some kind of religious fanatic to dropping out. I mean that I, like, became Lucifer...Enemy of God...Like, I felt like after all the fucked up shit I've been through, this had to be the most fucked up, and there was no way that this bearded fucker with the clouds and the angels was any friend of mine....My soul and my heart were blacker than night...
But she just hated me and hated me no matter what I did...Roses...Left in her bedroom for her. No card. She'd know, but it wasn't important for her to know they were from me...I just wanted her to have roses in her sight. Something beautiful in a time when she must have been going through so much suffering
But to no avail. It got to the point where she was taunting me by bringing guys into the cafe as they would be on their way to dinner, symphony, whatever...And I would get thrashed if I even hinted that that wasnt a very nice thing to do ("We're FRIENDS! YOU THINK I'D BE DATING GUYS?!?! AFTER WHAT YOU JUST PUT ME THROUGH?!?! HOW DARE YOU?".....But then she'd have hickeys the next day....)
I was in such a state....I didn't know what was up or down.... I didn't sleep much...I would just sit in bed and listen to ANYTHING in English I could find on shortwave just to keep me company (no internet at home).....I was buggin....A total breakdown....
Luckily I had a few friends who actually were able to see me through with their immovable friendship, and I thank them for saving my life, for I surely would have killed myself if I hadn't had them.
So fast forward to a year and a half later....She went back to Austria...I haven't seen her in a year and a half. No contact. I've been seeing a therapist, mostly climbed out of the hole, kind of moving forward...
And I get an email....
Basically said that the whole abortion was a lie and that she needed to confess so she could get it off her chest because she wouldn't be able to look her future kids in the eyes if she still bared that burden. Her reason for wanting to break up? #1 - She didn't think I'd be financially able to raise a family (This I found sad because although I earn my money doing small smart [and legal] ventures, I'm quite financially comfortable and skilled and able to keep earning) and #2 because she was young and wealthy and beautiful and wanted to sow her oats more because she had the feeling that if we stayed together, we'd probably get married. Weird decision of hers to let me down easy by, instead of just saying it, she thought dropping me into a wood-chipper for 4 months would be a better idea. P-twoingg-g-gg-g-g-g
Even the fucking e-mail was all about her. There was no concern shown for me at all - it was simply a hand-washing....
It kinda tore the old wounds open again, and was cruel to do, if you ask me....
Now it's 10 years later, and I've gotten past in in the sense that I can live my life....But intimacy and trust are gone from my existence....And it sucks so bad.....No intimacy....No trust.....Just ticking seconds until I die.... | Austrian baroness fakes abortion because she was too spineless to just break up. Destroys Slabbo's soul and comes back to spit on his grave.
Thanks for reading through this ramble.
EDIT: Added ages to beginning
EDIT2: Added details..."Expounded", if you will ;) |
TimeTravel__0 | When April said "lets pretend like that never happened" when I told I loved her. I was a young man of 23 in the Air Force stationed in California. She was a "best friend" of 12 years. It really fucked me up and to this day at 27 I still lament how I lost her practically every single day. It's caused a lot of grief but this is tl;dr territory. It's a very long and sad/beautiful story. I'm very proud of her and how she turned out in life regardless. That being said, I feel cursed that even at 90 surrounded by family, my last thoughts might turn to her, thats deeply upsetting. | When April said "lets pretend like that never happened" when I told I loved her. I was a young man of 23 in the Air Force stationed in California. She was a "best friend" of 12 years. It really fucked me up and to this day at 27 I still lament how I lost her practically every single day. It's caused a lot of grief but this is tl;dr territory. It's a very long and sad/beautiful story. I'm very proud of her and how she turned out in life regardless. That being said, I feel cursed that even at 90 surrounded by family, my last thoughts might turn to her, thats deeply upsetting.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdqe5ng | When April said "lets pretend like that never happened" when I told I loved her. I was a young man of 23 in the Air Force stationed in California. She was a "best friend" of 12 years. It really fucked me up and to this day at 27 I still lament how I lost her practically every single day. It's caused a lot of grief but this is | territory. It's a very long and sad/beautiful story. I'm very proud of her and how she turned out in life regardless. That being said, I feel cursed that even at 90 surrounded by family, my last thoughts might turn to her, thats deeply upsetting. |
S3N7RY | I think they're just trying to get it out as soon as possible. I honestly don't think they have any arbitrary date in mind. They just want it done as much as we all do. But not at any cost, as has been said ad nauseum...
tl;dr: they're targeting a quality level, not a deadline. | I think they're just trying to get it out as soon as possible. I honestly don't think they have any arbitrary date in mind. They just want it done as much as we all do. But not at any cost, as has been said ad nauseum...
tl;dr: they're targeting a quality level, not a deadline.
| dayz | t5_2ty3s | cdqjr0e | I think they're just trying to get it out as soon as possible. I honestly don't think they have any arbitrary date in mind. They just want it done as much as we all do. But not at any cost, as has been said ad nauseum... | they're targeting a quality level, not a deadline. |
StanUnsponsored | I just had a wasted drunk dude at the has station tell me about his and I quote, "thorough knowledge of beer. Ya see I'm a beer guy...buuuurrrp! In the summer I enjoy an IPA but around this time it's too hoppy. A dark beer is a good choice.". He then promptly pulled a miller high life of the refrigerator shelf....then I grabbed two myself because I'm a cheap ass. Now Tomb Raider from my Russian friend over seas from a redemption code he sent.
tl;dr: shitty beer and Russian appointed Lara Croft. | I just had a wasted drunk dude at the has station tell me about his and I quote, "thorough knowledge of beer. Ya see I'm a beer guy...buuuurrrp! In the summer I enjoy an IPA but around this time it's too hoppy. A dark beer is a good choice.". He then promptly pulled a miller high life of the refrigerator shelf....then I grabbed two myself because I'm a cheap ass. Now Tomb Raider from my Russian friend over seas from a redemption code he sent.
tl;dr: shitty beer and Russian appointed Lara Croft.
| drunk | t5_2ql00 | cdqr7j5 | I just had a wasted drunk dude at the has station tell me about his and I quote, "thorough knowledge of beer. Ya see I'm a beer guy...buuuurrrp! In the summer I enjoy an IPA but around this time it's too hoppy. A dark beer is a good choice.". He then promptly pulled a miller high life of the refrigerator shelf....then I grabbed two myself because I'm a cheap ass. Now Tomb Raider from my Russian friend over seas from a redemption code he sent. | shitty beer and Russian appointed Lara Croft. |
SkydiverEMT | Was on a fishing trip with a bunch of friends -- by fishing trip I mean we bought multiple cases of beer and $100s of dollars worth of fireworks to shoot at each other -- earlier this year, and a black bear wandered into our campsite.
The first time, it scared the shit out of me, rightfully so. I happened to be next to one of the vehicles we had driven, so I jumped in and started honking at the thing. It ran to the edge of a clearing about 50ft away, then sat back down and just stared at me.
Still freaking out, I leaned out the driver's window, and fired off a roman candle I had tucked into my belt (my friend and I were waiting to ambush the others who were on a fireworks run). This apparently scared the thing and it tore off into the woods (it was mildly hilarious in a cathartic and crazy way).
At this point, my buddy ran back over, wondering what the hell the honking, yelling, and explosions were about. In light of the fucking bear (which was obviously not entirely scared of humans) appearing in our campsite, we decided not to ambush our friends upon their return.
Flash forward a few hours, many bottle rockets, roman candles, mortars, and beers later, and we were preparing our fire for lunch. As we were sitting around I turned, and with a slightly nonchalant, dismissive tone, said "hey guys, bear's back."
It was. No one believed me for obvious reasons, until my friend Greg turned around and had a silent panic attack as he started pointing at the thing and freaking out.
Being an *ahem* mildly intoxicated twenty-something year old male surrounded by his friends, stocked with fireworks, what I did next was one of the dumbest/craziest things I've ever done.
I strapped my GoPro chest mount on, fired up the camera, and motioned at my buddy Jared to do what we had "planned" in case the bear returned. We stood up as we both lit our roman candles, which started the bear moving away from us pretty quickly. The first shots went off, and the thing took off into the woods at a run.
Naturally, roman candles blazing, we started sprinting after it, tripping over saplings, logs, and managing to get a few shots close to hitting it, continued to plow on through the trees. My co-bear-chaser Jared actually fell, and one of his shots nearly hit me in the shoulder.
After chasing it for about 200ft or so (it disappeared very quickly; turns out black bears are incredibly fast), my friend and I came to a stop, and sort of looked at each other like "did we just really/why the fuck did we do that?"
The bear did not return to our campsite after that (that we know of). Unfortunately the video isn't top quality, thanks to the shaky hands/running/drunkenness, but you can still get a pretty good idea of what is going on.
Tl;dr my friend and I chased a black bear through the woods shooting roman candles at it on a fishing trip. Only mild injuries resulted. | Was on a fishing trip with a bunch of friends -- by fishing trip I mean we bought multiple cases of beer and $100s of dollars worth of fireworks to shoot at each other -- earlier this year, and a black bear wandered into our campsite.
The first time, it scared the shit out of me, rightfully so. I happened to be next to one of the vehicles we had driven, so I jumped in and started honking at the thing. It ran to the edge of a clearing about 50ft away, then sat back down and just stared at me.
Still freaking out, I leaned out the driver's window, and fired off a roman candle I had tucked into my belt (my friend and I were waiting to ambush the others who were on a fireworks run). This apparently scared the thing and it tore off into the woods (it was mildly hilarious in a cathartic and crazy way).
At this point, my buddy ran back over, wondering what the hell the honking, yelling, and explosions were about. In light of the fucking bear (which was obviously not entirely scared of humans) appearing in our campsite, we decided not to ambush our friends upon their return.
Flash forward a few hours, many bottle rockets, roman candles, mortars, and beers later, and we were preparing our fire for lunch. As we were sitting around I turned, and with a slightly nonchalant, dismissive tone, said "hey guys, bear's back."
It was. No one believed me for obvious reasons, until my friend Greg turned around and had a silent panic attack as he started pointing at the thing and freaking out.
Being an ahem mildly intoxicated twenty-something year old male surrounded by his friends, stocked with fireworks, what I did next was one of the dumbest/craziest things I've ever done.
I strapped my GoPro chest mount on, fired up the camera, and motioned at my buddy Jared to do what we had "planned" in case the bear returned. We stood up as we both lit our roman candles, which started the bear moving away from us pretty quickly. The first shots went off, and the thing took off into the woods at a run.
Naturally, roman candles blazing, we started sprinting after it, tripping over saplings, logs, and managing to get a few shots close to hitting it, continued to plow on through the trees. My co-bear-chaser Jared actually fell, and one of his shots nearly hit me in the shoulder.
After chasing it for about 200ft or so (it disappeared very quickly; turns out black bears are incredibly fast), my friend and I came to a stop, and sort of looked at each other like "did we just really/why the fuck did we do that?"
The bear did not return to our campsite after that (that we know of). Unfortunately the video isn't top quality, thanks to the shaky hands/running/drunkenness, but you can still get a pretty good idea of what is going on.
Tl;dr my friend and I chased a black bear through the woods shooting roman candles at it on a fishing trip. Only mild injuries resulted.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdqrj5p | Was on a fishing trip with a bunch of friends -- by fishing trip I mean we bought multiple cases of beer and $100s of dollars worth of fireworks to shoot at each other -- earlier this year, and a black bear wandered into our campsite.
The first time, it scared the shit out of me, rightfully so. I happened to be next to one of the vehicles we had driven, so I jumped in and started honking at the thing. It ran to the edge of a clearing about 50ft away, then sat back down and just stared at me.
Still freaking out, I leaned out the driver's window, and fired off a roman candle I had tucked into my belt (my friend and I were waiting to ambush the others who were on a fireworks run). This apparently scared the thing and it tore off into the woods (it was mildly hilarious in a cathartic and crazy way).
At this point, my buddy ran back over, wondering what the hell the honking, yelling, and explosions were about. In light of the fucking bear (which was obviously not entirely scared of humans) appearing in our campsite, we decided not to ambush our friends upon their return.
Flash forward a few hours, many bottle rockets, roman candles, mortars, and beers later, and we were preparing our fire for lunch. As we were sitting around I turned, and with a slightly nonchalant, dismissive tone, said "hey guys, bear's back."
It was. No one believed me for obvious reasons, until my friend Greg turned around and had a silent panic attack as he started pointing at the thing and freaking out.
Being an ahem mildly intoxicated twenty-something year old male surrounded by his friends, stocked with fireworks, what I did next was one of the dumbest/craziest things I've ever done.
I strapped my GoPro chest mount on, fired up the camera, and motioned at my buddy Jared to do what we had "planned" in case the bear returned. We stood up as we both lit our roman candles, which started the bear moving away from us pretty quickly. The first shots went off, and the thing took off into the woods at a run.
Naturally, roman candles blazing, we started sprinting after it, tripping over saplings, logs, and managing to get a few shots close to hitting it, continued to plow on through the trees. My co-bear-chaser Jared actually fell, and one of his shots nearly hit me in the shoulder.
After chasing it for about 200ft or so (it disappeared very quickly; turns out black bears are incredibly fast), my friend and I came to a stop, and sort of looked at each other like "did we just really/why the fuck did we do that?"
The bear did not return to our campsite after that (that we know of). Unfortunately the video isn't top quality, thanks to the shaky hands/running/drunkenness, but you can still get a pretty good idea of what is going on. | my friend and I chased a black bear through the woods shooting roman candles at it on a fishing trip. Only mild injuries resulted. |
pyroaries | You want a (close to, perhaps) 10 story? **This is something nobody should EVER do under any circumstances unless you're dying/end of the world, and something I never ever plan on doing again.**
Pretty much, it was the last day of school and I had to drive home (3 1/2 hour drive if you go the speed limit, 2 hours if you're me). After smoking two joints, 4 bowls from a zong, 2 edibles, 2 bowls from a small piece, and having just realized that I would never see this guy that I fell madly in love with even though he was a POS, relationship wise I left on my adventure to go home forever.
I was in the car, and I had to drive about one mile to the nearest road, and it's like, 1:30am. I literally could not drive in a straight line. What made matters worse was that I was literally the only person on the road, on a road that's normally super busy. So I somehow manage to make it to the highway, all the while going the speed limit. Once on the highway, I realized that my car has a unique feature called *cruise control* so I engaged that, however, there were SO many people on the highway speeding past me, so I decided to just chill in the slow lane.
And then, my entire body went numb. The entire thing. I was freaking the hell out, thinking, "Oh my god, I'm having a stroke/heart-attack" so I was lightly slapping my face to see if I were still alive. I couldn't feel anything, so I was convinced I had died and that I was now in some medium. So after ruminating on that thought for a bit, I decided to slap myself one more time, and this time I did it *hard*, and across the face. Well, I didn't feel it, however it left a red mark.
At this point, I was like, "I need to pull over and check my pulse" because I couldn't feel my pulse at all, so I pulled over, and called that guy, and he informed me it's not a heart attack, I was just *really fucked up* (last words I ever heard from him). I pulled over in a gas station in this really sketchy small town, and the people in the station turned all the lights off at the gas station, and I was like, "Holy shit it's going to be like some weird scary movie, I'm going to be murdered."
So naturally I NOPE'd the fuck out of there, and got back on the road. While on the road, I was literally not moving. I realized that the car was moving, and pushing me along by inertia, and I thought how weird cars were. We literally just sit in them, and use this wheel and steer ourselves, but without actually moving forward ourselves. It's like, the car pushes me with it, soooo weird.
I still can't feel my legs/body and cruise control is engaged to 5 under, and you know it's bad when you willingly decide to hang back a few hundred feet behind a semi. I kept moving my legs up and down, and I honestly dunno how I was doing it, but they felt like they had joined together, and I could literally *feel what being a mermaid was like* because my legs had joined together as one. I could feel the magnetic pull drawing them together.
Then I realized that if I died in a car wreck, it would be the last thing I ever saw, and I started pondering how crazy cool that would be, because it would be in slow-motion, and then there'd just be absolutely nothing. I thought about that for a solid hour and created an entire movie in my head.
All the while, this image of some random man formed in my head, and I can still "see" him, although I can't describe him well. Like that one guy from fiddler on the roof.... T.... something with a T (If i were a rich man-guy), and I began singing that song. And the last hour of the drive literally escaped me. I had no idea how the hell I got home.
I was glad that I got home safely and nobody got hurt because of my stupidity. Mom greets me and says I "look awfully stoned. You didn't drive high did you?"
It's 3am, so naturally I say, "Oh god not, I just am so tired. Driving sucks."
But I was actually higher than a kite. And then, I got on the internet and vowed **never again**. I also had unlocked secrets of the universe, although what they were, I don't recall anymore (as this was well over 2 years ago).
Idk, this was like, the first thing I saw here, forgive the stupidity.
**TLDR: don't drive high when your entire body is numb and you unlock the secrets of the universe** | You want a (close to, perhaps) 10 story? This is something nobody should EVER do under any circumstances unless you're dying/end of the world, and something I never ever plan on doing again.
Pretty much, it was the last day of school and I had to drive home (3 1/2 hour drive if you go the speed limit, 2 hours if you're me). After smoking two joints, 4 bowls from a zong, 2 edibles, 2 bowls from a small piece, and having just realized that I would never see this guy that I fell madly in love with even though he was a POS, relationship wise I left on my adventure to go home forever.
I was in the car, and I had to drive about one mile to the nearest road, and it's like, 1:30am. I literally could not drive in a straight line. What made matters worse was that I was literally the only person on the road, on a road that's normally super busy. So I somehow manage to make it to the highway, all the while going the speed limit. Once on the highway, I realized that my car has a unique feature called cruise control so I engaged that, however, there were SO many people on the highway speeding past me, so I decided to just chill in the slow lane.
And then, my entire body went numb. The entire thing. I was freaking the hell out, thinking, "Oh my god, I'm having a stroke/heart-attack" so I was lightly slapping my face to see if I were still alive. I couldn't feel anything, so I was convinced I had died and that I was now in some medium. So after ruminating on that thought for a bit, I decided to slap myself one more time, and this time I did it hard , and across the face. Well, I didn't feel it, however it left a red mark.
At this point, I was like, "I need to pull over and check my pulse" because I couldn't feel my pulse at all, so I pulled over, and called that guy, and he informed me it's not a heart attack, I was just really fucked up (last words I ever heard from him). I pulled over in a gas station in this really sketchy small town, and the people in the station turned all the lights off at the gas station, and I was like, "Holy shit it's going to be like some weird scary movie, I'm going to be murdered."
So naturally I NOPE'd the fuck out of there, and got back on the road. While on the road, I was literally not moving. I realized that the car was moving, and pushing me along by inertia, and I thought how weird cars were. We literally just sit in them, and use this wheel and steer ourselves, but without actually moving forward ourselves. It's like, the car pushes me with it, soooo weird.
I still can't feel my legs/body and cruise control is engaged to 5 under, and you know it's bad when you willingly decide to hang back a few hundred feet behind a semi. I kept moving my legs up and down, and I honestly dunno how I was doing it, but they felt like they had joined together, and I could literally feel what being a mermaid was like because my legs had joined together as one. I could feel the magnetic pull drawing them together.
Then I realized that if I died in a car wreck, it would be the last thing I ever saw, and I started pondering how crazy cool that would be, because it would be in slow-motion, and then there'd just be absolutely nothing. I thought about that for a solid hour and created an entire movie in my head.
All the while, this image of some random man formed in my head, and I can still "see" him, although I can't describe him well. Like that one guy from fiddler on the roof.... T.... something with a T (If i were a rich man-guy), and I began singing that song. And the last hour of the drive literally escaped me. I had no idea how the hell I got home.
I was glad that I got home safely and nobody got hurt because of my stupidity. Mom greets me and says I "look awfully stoned. You didn't drive high did you?"
It's 3am, so naturally I say, "Oh god not, I just am so tired. Driving sucks."
But I was actually higher than a kite. And then, I got on the internet and vowed never again . I also had unlocked secrets of the universe, although what they were, I don't recall anymore (as this was well over 2 years ago).
Idk, this was like, the first thing I saw here, forgive the stupidity.
TLDR: don't drive high when your entire body is numb and you unlock the secrets of the universe
| trees | t5_2r9vp | cdqy42k | You want a (close to, perhaps) 10 story? This is something nobody should EVER do under any circumstances unless you're dying/end of the world, and something I never ever plan on doing again.
Pretty much, it was the last day of school and I had to drive home (3 1/2 hour drive if you go the speed limit, 2 hours if you're me). After smoking two joints, 4 bowls from a zong, 2 edibles, 2 bowls from a small piece, and having just realized that I would never see this guy that I fell madly in love with even though he was a POS, relationship wise I left on my adventure to go home forever.
I was in the car, and I had to drive about one mile to the nearest road, and it's like, 1:30am. I literally could not drive in a straight line. What made matters worse was that I was literally the only person on the road, on a road that's normally super busy. So I somehow manage to make it to the highway, all the while going the speed limit. Once on the highway, I realized that my car has a unique feature called cruise control so I engaged that, however, there were SO many people on the highway speeding past me, so I decided to just chill in the slow lane.
And then, my entire body went numb. The entire thing. I was freaking the hell out, thinking, "Oh my god, I'm having a stroke/heart-attack" so I was lightly slapping my face to see if I were still alive. I couldn't feel anything, so I was convinced I had died and that I was now in some medium. So after ruminating on that thought for a bit, I decided to slap myself one more time, and this time I did it hard , and across the face. Well, I didn't feel it, however it left a red mark.
At this point, I was like, "I need to pull over and check my pulse" because I couldn't feel my pulse at all, so I pulled over, and called that guy, and he informed me it's not a heart attack, I was just really fucked up (last words I ever heard from him). I pulled over in a gas station in this really sketchy small town, and the people in the station turned all the lights off at the gas station, and I was like, "Holy shit it's going to be like some weird scary movie, I'm going to be murdered."
So naturally I NOPE'd the fuck out of there, and got back on the road. While on the road, I was literally not moving. I realized that the car was moving, and pushing me along by inertia, and I thought how weird cars were. We literally just sit in them, and use this wheel and steer ourselves, but without actually moving forward ourselves. It's like, the car pushes me with it, soooo weird.
I still can't feel my legs/body and cruise control is engaged to 5 under, and you know it's bad when you willingly decide to hang back a few hundred feet behind a semi. I kept moving my legs up and down, and I honestly dunno how I was doing it, but they felt like they had joined together, and I could literally feel what being a mermaid was like because my legs had joined together as one. I could feel the magnetic pull drawing them together.
Then I realized that if I died in a car wreck, it would be the last thing I ever saw, and I started pondering how crazy cool that would be, because it would be in slow-motion, and then there'd just be absolutely nothing. I thought about that for a solid hour and created an entire movie in my head.
All the while, this image of some random man formed in my head, and I can still "see" him, although I can't describe him well. Like that one guy from fiddler on the roof.... T.... something with a T (If i were a rich man-guy), and I began singing that song. And the last hour of the drive literally escaped me. I had no idea how the hell I got home.
I was glad that I got home safely and nobody got hurt because of my stupidity. Mom greets me and says I "look awfully stoned. You didn't drive high did you?"
It's 3am, so naturally I say, "Oh god not, I just am so tired. Driving sucks."
But I was actually higher than a kite. And then, I got on the internet and vowed never again . I also had unlocked secrets of the universe, although what they were, I don't recall anymore (as this was well over 2 years ago).
Idk, this was like, the first thing I saw here, forgive the stupidity. | don't drive high when your entire body is numb and you unlock the secrets of the universe |
Tankman652 | I think the scale for me doesn't go past a 5-6 with weed. A 5 or 6 being like you can't move do anything and you are just starting to get the effects of what its like to be on shrooms or acid or some other mind bending shit(yeah I know you guys don't like other drugs but fuck it). Like if you want to get to an 8 or a 10 you are going to need something more powerful.
TL;DR Weed can't get you all the way to a 10. | I think the scale for me doesn't go past a 5-6 with weed. A 5 or 6 being like you can't move do anything and you are just starting to get the effects of what its like to be on shrooms or acid or some other mind bending shit(yeah I know you guys don't like other drugs but fuck it). Like if you want to get to an 8 or a 10 you are going to need something more powerful.
TL;DR Weed can't get you all the way to a 10.
| trees | t5_2r9vp | cdr7j5s | I think the scale for me doesn't go past a 5-6 with weed. A 5 or 6 being like you can't move do anything and you are just starting to get the effects of what its like to be on shrooms or acid or some other mind bending shit(yeah I know you guys don't like other drugs but fuck it). Like if you want to get to an 8 or a 10 you are going to need something more powerful. | Weed can't get you all the way to a 10. |
insertnamehere3 | The fact that Walt is hitched to Heisenburg, Jesse is hitched to the life of crime, Skyler is hitched to Walt, Hank is hitched to his job, Walt Jr. is hitched to breakfast.
Really one of the most symbolic images in the show.
**TL;DR: *Everything* is foreshadowing. I'm foreshadowing, you're foreshadowing, we're all foreshadowing.** | The fact that Walt is hitched to Heisenburg, Jesse is hitched to the life of crime, Skyler is hitched to Walt, Hank is hitched to his job, Walt Jr. is hitched to breakfast.
Really one of the most symbolic images in the show.
TL;DR: Everything is foreshadowing. I'm foreshadowing, you're foreshadowing, we're all foreshadowing.
| breakingbad | t5_2rlw4 | cdr6273 | The fact that Walt is hitched to Heisenburg, Jesse is hitched to the life of crime, Skyler is hitched to Walt, Hank is hitched to his job, Walt Jr. is hitched to breakfast.
Really one of the most symbolic images in the show. | Everything is foreshadowing. I'm foreshadowing, you're foreshadowing, we're all foreshadowing. |
Ghost404 | Obviously, everything is still very 'work in progress', but a few things to point out:
The 'rifle' in the [Jump Point: Marine & Rifle WIP]( looks a lot closer to a carbine or a SBR, seeing as the barrel looks to be only 8-10in, (compared to the height of the grip) which puts it much shorter than a standard rifle.
There will undoubtedly be a wide variety of weapons, ranging from carbines, SMGs, shotguns, pistols, crossbows (no, really)... pretty much anything that would be useful in killing players at short to medium range. Long range combat is certainly possible, but how frequent is yet to be seen; firing the full length of a Bengal Carrier's hangar bay would be pretty long, as well as the possibility of planetside engagements, but odds are most engagements are going to be inside fairly small ships at fairly close range.
Lastly, if you look at the scope the team used as a concept art starting point [in this image]( you'll notice it's a [Digisight N750U Night Vision Rifle Scope]( which helps explain it's huge size. It still has a 4.6x magnification, but it's not some crazy high magnification scope for long/extreme range shooting. I'd imagine things like Night Vision, Infrared, Thermal, etc, would be likely options for weapon scopes, as opposed to high magnification optics.
**TL;DR:** We'll know more somewhere around the middle of 2014, when the FPS module is released. | Obviously, everything is still very 'work in progress', but a few things to point out:
The 'rifle' in the Jump Point: Marine & Rifle WIP which puts it much shorter than a standard rifle.
There will undoubtedly be a wide variety of weapons, ranging from carbines, SMGs, shotguns, pistols, crossbows (no, really)... pretty much anything that would be useful in killing players at short to medium range. Long range combat is certainly possible, but how frequent is yet to be seen; firing the full length of a Bengal Carrier's hangar bay would be pretty long, as well as the possibility of planetside engagements, but odds are most engagements are going to be inside fairly small ships at fairly close range.
Lastly, if you look at the scope the team used as a concept art starting point [in this image]( you'll notice it's a [Digisight N750U Night Vision Rifle Scope]( which helps explain it's huge size. It still has a 4.6x magnification, but it's not some crazy high magnification scope for long/extreme range shooting. I'd imagine things like Night Vision, Infrared, Thermal, etc, would be likely options for weapon scopes, as opposed to high magnification optics.
TL;DR: We'll know more somewhere around the middle of 2014, when the FPS module is released.
| starcitizen | t5_2v94d | cdr02kp | Obviously, everything is still very 'work in progress', but a few things to point out:
The 'rifle' in the Jump Point: Marine & Rifle WIP which puts it much shorter than a standard rifle.
There will undoubtedly be a wide variety of weapons, ranging from carbines, SMGs, shotguns, pistols, crossbows (no, really)... pretty much anything that would be useful in killing players at short to medium range. Long range combat is certainly possible, but how frequent is yet to be seen; firing the full length of a Bengal Carrier's hangar bay would be pretty long, as well as the possibility of planetside engagements, but odds are most engagements are going to be inside fairly small ships at fairly close range.
Lastly, if you look at the scope the team used as a concept art starting point [in this image]( you'll notice it's a [Digisight N750U Night Vision Rifle Scope]( which helps explain it's huge size. It still has a 4.6x magnification, but it's not some crazy high magnification scope for long/extreme range shooting. I'd imagine things like Night Vision, Infrared, Thermal, etc, would be likely options for weapon scopes, as opposed to high magnification optics. | We'll know more somewhere around the middle of 2014, when the FPS module is released. |
Sexually_Thrilling | The way I see it a soft pink works better the a neon green or deep purple. I think pink works well in business casual as it adds color but doesn't necessarily stand out too much.
Personally I only like pink in OCBD's not so much dress shirts. Something about the fabric makes it look like you're not trying so hard.
TLDR: OP was asking for help I figure those colors work in an office and are solid basics. | The way I see it a soft pink works better the a neon green or deep purple. I think pink works well in business casual as it adds color but doesn't necessarily stand out too much.
Personally I only like pink in OCBD's not so much dress shirts. Something about the fabric makes it look like you're not trying so hard.
TLDR: OP was asking for help I figure those colors work in an office and are solid basics.
| frugalmalefashion | t5_2s8e9 | cdrwzhx | The way I see it a soft pink works better the a neon green or deep purple. I think pink works well in business casual as it adds color but doesn't necessarily stand out too much.
Personally I only like pink in OCBD's not so much dress shirts. Something about the fabric makes it look like you're not trying so hard. | OP was asking for help I figure those colors work in an office and are solid basics. |
yuckotheclown | Manufacturers don't know the quality of the PSU the masses will be using. For all they know, the 750w you're using that you ordered from China for 20$ will barely supply enough power to the GPU, let alone the rest of the components.
TLDR: They're covering their asses. | Manufacturers don't know the quality of the PSU the masses will be using. For all they know, the 750w you're using that you ordered from China for 20$ will barely supply enough power to the GPU, let alone the rest of the components.
TLDR: They're covering their asses.
| buildapc | t5_2rnve | cdr7a2y | Manufacturers don't know the quality of the PSU the masses will be using. For all they know, the 750w you're using that you ordered from China for 20$ will barely supply enough power to the GPU, let alone the rest of the components. | They're covering their asses. |
rosemary85 | A very good overview, but I suspect Vampire_Seraphin would also appreciate some more of the nuts and bolts of what we know about Thucydides' method.
The central passage for this topic is Thuc. 1.22.1. Here's a slightly more literal than usual translation:
> With respect to what each figure spoke in argument, whether about to make war or already embroiled in it, it was difficult to evoke fully a precise account of the things said, both for me recalling the ones that I myself heard, and for those conveying reports to me from whatever other places. What, in my own opinion, each figure would most effectively have said what was requisite concerning situations that are ever present, that is how I have set forth the speeches: adhering as closely as possible to the intention of what was said in reality.
And here's a little bit of bibliography on the passage and on Thuc.'s speeches generally:
* Bicknell, Peter 1990. "Thucydides, 1.22: a provocation." *L'antiquité classique* 59: 172-8.
* Garrity, Thomas F. 1998. "Thucydides 1.22.1: content and form in the speeches." *American Journal of Philology* 119: 361-84.
* Hornblower, Simon 1991. *A Commentary on Thucydides* vol. 1: Books I-III (Oxford), 59-60.
* Swain, S. 1993. "Thucydides 1.22.1 and 3.82.4." *Mnemosyne* 46: 33-45.
* Wilson, John 1982. "What does Thucydides claim for his speeches?" *Phoenix* 36: 95-103.
[And finally, there was a question not too long ago about the phrase τὰ δέοντα,]( which I rendered above as "what was requisite": it's a loaded phrase, with resonances in sophistic rhetorical thinking (see thread for details).
TL;DR: Thucydides is regarded these days as being conscientious and honest by his own lights, but totally unreliable. The speeches are reconstructions based on what he judged an orator with his own formal training ought to have said. He evidently considers this an objective and diligent approach, and a few modern scholars continue to defend him (but only a minority). | A very good overview, but I suspect Vampire_Seraphin would also appreciate some more of the nuts and bolts of what we know about Thucydides' method.
The central passage for this topic is Thuc. 1.22.1. Here's a slightly more literal than usual translation:
> With respect to what each figure spoke in argument, whether about to make war or already embroiled in it, it was difficult to evoke fully a precise account of the things said, both for me recalling the ones that I myself heard, and for those conveying reports to me from whatever other places. What, in my own opinion, each figure would most effectively have said what was requisite concerning situations that are ever present, that is how I have set forth the speeches: adhering as closely as possible to the intention of what was said in reality.
And here's a little bit of bibliography on the passage and on Thuc.'s speeches generally:
Bicknell, Peter 1990. "Thucydides, 1.22: a provocation." L'antiquité classique 59: 172-8.
Garrity, Thomas F. 1998. "Thucydides 1.22.1: content and form in the speeches." American Journal of Philology 119: 361-84.
Hornblower, Simon 1991. A Commentary on Thucydides vol. 1: Books I-III (Oxford), 59-60.
Swain, S. 1993. "Thucydides 1.22.1 and 3.82.4." Mnemosyne 46: 33-45.
Wilson, John 1982. "What does Thucydides claim for his speeches?" Phoenix 36: 95-103.
And finally, there was a question not too long ago about the phrase τὰ δέοντα, .
TL;DR: Thucydides is regarded these days as being conscientious and honest by his own lights, but totally unreliable. The speeches are reconstructions based on what he judged an orator with his own formal training ought to have said. He evidently considers this an objective and diligent approach, and a few modern scholars continue to defend him (but only a minority).
| AskHistorians | t5_2ssp3 | cdrbvrr | A very good overview, but I suspect Vampire_Seraphin would also appreciate some more of the nuts and bolts of what we know about Thucydides' method.
The central passage for this topic is Thuc. 1.22.1. Here's a slightly more literal than usual translation:
> With respect to what each figure spoke in argument, whether about to make war or already embroiled in it, it was difficult to evoke fully a precise account of the things said, both for me recalling the ones that I myself heard, and for those conveying reports to me from whatever other places. What, in my own opinion, each figure would most effectively have said what was requisite concerning situations that are ever present, that is how I have set forth the speeches: adhering as closely as possible to the intention of what was said in reality.
And here's a little bit of bibliography on the passage and on Thuc.'s speeches generally:
Bicknell, Peter 1990. "Thucydides, 1.22: a provocation." L'antiquité classique 59: 172-8.
Garrity, Thomas F. 1998. "Thucydides 1.22.1: content and form in the speeches." American Journal of Philology 119: 361-84.
Hornblower, Simon 1991. A Commentary on Thucydides vol. 1: Books I-III (Oxford), 59-60.
Swain, S. 1993. "Thucydides 1.22.1 and 3.82.4." Mnemosyne 46: 33-45.
Wilson, John 1982. "What does Thucydides claim for his speeches?" Phoenix 36: 95-103.
And finally, there was a question not too long ago about the phrase τὰ δέοντα, . | Thucydides is regarded these days as being conscientious and honest by his own lights, but totally unreliable. The speeches are reconstructions based on what he judged an orator with his own formal training ought to have said. He evidently considers this an objective and diligent approach, and a few modern scholars continue to defend him (but only a minority). |
hitsonblackgirls | You will find some great deals on boxing day for sure, however remember that when it comes to video cards that get put on sale at a fantastic price, you will be facing limited quantities at the store and people will line up for hours to save the $175 (or whatever the great deal is) off the video card meaning they sell out almost instantly.
Boxing day last year in Toronto at Canada Computers, a particular high end card was 40% off and sold out in seconds because 5 of the first 8 people in line grabbed it immediately.
TL;DR Boxing Day is a crap shoot for deals and availability.
| You will find some great deals on boxing day for sure, however remember that when it comes to video cards that get put on sale at a fantastic price, you will be facing limited quantities at the store and people will line up for hours to save the $175 (or whatever the great deal is) off the video card meaning they sell out almost instantly.
Boxing day last year in Toronto at Canada Computers, a particular high end card was 40% off and sold out in seconds because 5 of the first 8 people in line grabbed it immediately.
TL;DR Boxing Day is a crap shoot for deals and availability.
| bapcsalescanada | t5_2tesr | cdrf6ij | You will find some great deals on boxing day for sure, however remember that when it comes to video cards that get put on sale at a fantastic price, you will be facing limited quantities at the store and people will line up for hours to save the $175 (or whatever the great deal is) off the video card meaning they sell out almost instantly.
Boxing day last year in Toronto at Canada Computers, a particular high end card was 40% off and sold out in seconds because 5 of the first 8 people in line grabbed it immediately. | Boxing Day is a crap shoot for deals and availability. |
heatherlorali | First of all, I absolutely think you should start masturbating, at the very least just to figure out what you like, if not simply for the pleasure and sexual release (but that is one hell of a perk). I (female) also had some hangups about masturbating when I was younger, often explaining it away with reasons like that I wasn't "that kind of girl" or that it "just didn't interest" me, but it has been *incredibly* beneficial to me, both in getting me more comfortable with my sexuality and in making sex better with my partners, as I have a more specific and intimate (haha) knowledge of my body and what "works" for me. Plus, learning how to make myself orgasm allows me to be in control of whether I orgasm or not during sex with my partners, because even if they can't do it themselves, I can at least help out (rub my clit during sex) or just finish myself off so we both are fulfilled at the end.
That said, it sounds a lot like you are not sexually aroused by men at all, at least not the men you have been with. It's understandable to maybe not find the male body physically appealing (like seriously, penises are just *not* that appealing to look at), but if you are not feeling *any* pleasure from penetration, and you aren't even feeling turned on (which is probably why you feel pain during sex, as female arousal is *super* important in making sex feel good) I would definitely suggest you consider possibly being asexual or maybe bisexual.
The reason I say bisexual is because you said you'd rather be with a guy emotionally than a woman. I'm a bisexual woman, and I completely agree with you on this, but I find women to be much more *physically* appealing to me. I mean, if I had the choice between looking at naked pics (or porn) of a man or a woman, I'd pick a woman like 98% of the time (I still find some men very physically attractive). That said, I am much more turned on by the emotional and mental connection/intimacy I have with my partner than I am by visual/physical stimuli, meaning when it comes to actual dating/sex with a real human being, I would almost always prefer to have sex with a man.
So even though I consider myself to be pretty 50/50 when it comes to whether I prefer men or women sexually, I find both genders to be appealing for very different reasons. It is entirely possible for you to be emotionally/mentally attracted to men, but not sexually, and sexually/physically attracted to women, but not emotionally/mentally. This might make dating somewhat difficult, but it would definitely benefit you to at least understand your own sexuality a bit better, to maybe answer some of these questions.
If you are just totally opposed to masturbating, I would suggest you at least try watching some porn (or reading erotica if you don't want the visuals) and exploring some different fantasies/fetishes that might turn you on. Maybe your issue with your current sex life is that you want to be the dominant partner, so you don't feel "used," so you might look into some dom/sub or BDSM scenarios. Contrary to what most people believe, sexuality is not just some "natural" or "instinctual" thing that people can just inherently know once they hit puberty; it takes thought, exploration, and experimentation to really figure out what you like and what works for you, and if you are *at all* interested in having a good sex life, you should absolutely take some time to figure these things out for yourself.
**Tl;dr Start masturbating, or at least watch/read porn, and first figure out what *does* turn you on and give you pleasure. Then work on how you can incorporate that into your sex life with your partner(s).** | First of all, I absolutely think you should start masturbating, at the very least just to figure out what you like, if not simply for the pleasure and sexual release (but that is one hell of a perk). I (female) also had some hangups about masturbating when I was younger, often explaining it away with reasons like that I wasn't "that kind of girl" or that it "just didn't interest" me, but it has been incredibly beneficial to me, both in getting me more comfortable with my sexuality and in making sex better with my partners, as I have a more specific and intimate (haha) knowledge of my body and what "works" for me. Plus, learning how to make myself orgasm allows me to be in control of whether I orgasm or not during sex with my partners, because even if they can't do it themselves, I can at least help out (rub my clit during sex) or just finish myself off so we both are fulfilled at the end.
That said, it sounds a lot like you are not sexually aroused by men at all, at least not the men you have been with. It's understandable to maybe not find the male body physically appealing (like seriously, penises are just not that appealing to look at), but if you are not feeling any pleasure from penetration, and you aren't even feeling turned on (which is probably why you feel pain during sex, as female arousal is super important in making sex feel good) I would definitely suggest you consider possibly being asexual or maybe bisexual.
The reason I say bisexual is because you said you'd rather be with a guy emotionally than a woman. I'm a bisexual woman, and I completely agree with you on this, but I find women to be much more physically appealing to me. I mean, if I had the choice between looking at naked pics (or porn) of a man or a woman, I'd pick a woman like 98% of the time (I still find some men very physically attractive). That said, I am much more turned on by the emotional and mental connection/intimacy I have with my partner than I am by visual/physical stimuli, meaning when it comes to actual dating/sex with a real human being, I would almost always prefer to have sex with a man.
So even though I consider myself to be pretty 50/50 when it comes to whether I prefer men or women sexually, I find both genders to be appealing for very different reasons. It is entirely possible for you to be emotionally/mentally attracted to men, but not sexually, and sexually/physically attracted to women, but not emotionally/mentally. This might make dating somewhat difficult, but it would definitely benefit you to at least understand your own sexuality a bit better, to maybe answer some of these questions.
If you are just totally opposed to masturbating, I would suggest you at least try watching some porn (or reading erotica if you don't want the visuals) and exploring some different fantasies/fetishes that might turn you on. Maybe your issue with your current sex life is that you want to be the dominant partner, so you don't feel "used," so you might look into some dom/sub or BDSM scenarios. Contrary to what most people believe, sexuality is not just some "natural" or "instinctual" thing that people can just inherently know once they hit puberty; it takes thought, exploration, and experimentation to really figure out what you like and what works for you, and if you are at all interested in having a good sex life, you should absolutely take some time to figure these things out for yourself.
Tl;dr Start masturbating, or at least watch/read porn, and first figure out what does turn you on and give you pleasure. Then work on how you can incorporate that into your sex life with your partner(s).
| sex | t5_2qh3p | cdrckd5 | First of all, I absolutely think you should start masturbating, at the very least just to figure out what you like, if not simply for the pleasure and sexual release (but that is one hell of a perk). I (female) also had some hangups about masturbating when I was younger, often explaining it away with reasons like that I wasn't "that kind of girl" or that it "just didn't interest" me, but it has been incredibly beneficial to me, both in getting me more comfortable with my sexuality and in making sex better with my partners, as I have a more specific and intimate (haha) knowledge of my body and what "works" for me. Plus, learning how to make myself orgasm allows me to be in control of whether I orgasm or not during sex with my partners, because even if they can't do it themselves, I can at least help out (rub my clit during sex) or just finish myself off so we both are fulfilled at the end.
That said, it sounds a lot like you are not sexually aroused by men at all, at least not the men you have been with. It's understandable to maybe not find the male body physically appealing (like seriously, penises are just not that appealing to look at), but if you are not feeling any pleasure from penetration, and you aren't even feeling turned on (which is probably why you feel pain during sex, as female arousal is super important in making sex feel good) I would definitely suggest you consider possibly being asexual or maybe bisexual.
The reason I say bisexual is because you said you'd rather be with a guy emotionally than a woman. I'm a bisexual woman, and I completely agree with you on this, but I find women to be much more physically appealing to me. I mean, if I had the choice between looking at naked pics (or porn) of a man or a woman, I'd pick a woman like 98% of the time (I still find some men very physically attractive). That said, I am much more turned on by the emotional and mental connection/intimacy I have with my partner than I am by visual/physical stimuli, meaning when it comes to actual dating/sex with a real human being, I would almost always prefer to have sex with a man.
So even though I consider myself to be pretty 50/50 when it comes to whether I prefer men or women sexually, I find both genders to be appealing for very different reasons. It is entirely possible for you to be emotionally/mentally attracted to men, but not sexually, and sexually/physically attracted to women, but not emotionally/mentally. This might make dating somewhat difficult, but it would definitely benefit you to at least understand your own sexuality a bit better, to maybe answer some of these questions.
If you are just totally opposed to masturbating, I would suggest you at least try watching some porn (or reading erotica if you don't want the visuals) and exploring some different fantasies/fetishes that might turn you on. Maybe your issue with your current sex life is that you want to be the dominant partner, so you don't feel "used," so you might look into some dom/sub or BDSM scenarios. Contrary to what most people believe, sexuality is not just some "natural" or "instinctual" thing that people can just inherently know once they hit puberty; it takes thought, exploration, and experimentation to really figure out what you like and what works for you, and if you are at all interested in having a good sex life, you should absolutely take some time to figure these things out for yourself. | Start masturbating, or at least watch/read porn, and first figure out what does turn you on and give you pleasure. Then work on how you can incorporate that into your sex life with your partner(s). |
Enchanted_Bunny | I'm white, but I'm going to attempt to tackle this anyway.
"Nigger" has a deep-seated history as a word used exclusively by whites to condemn blacks.
When a black person says it, it cannot possibly have this significance. When a white person says it, there is always that possibility. It probably isn't completely logical, but as a white person i won't say it because it makes me uncomfortable, an quite frankly, I don't see any situation in which I'd really need to say it. That's one thing I always ask white people who complain about not being able to say it. Why do you need to say that word so bad?
Tl;dr most black people have legitimate use for the word, most white people don't. | I'm white, but I'm going to attempt to tackle this anyway.
"Nigger" has a deep-seated history as a word used exclusively by whites to condemn blacks.
When a black person says it, it cannot possibly have this significance. When a white person says it, there is always that possibility. It probably isn't completely logical, but as a white person i won't say it because it makes me uncomfortable, an quite frankly, I don't see any situation in which I'd really need to say it. That's one thing I always ask white people who complain about not being able to say it. Why do you need to say that word so bad?
Tl;dr most black people have legitimate use for the word, most white people don't.
| changemyview | t5_2w2s8 | cdtbc3n | I'm white, but I'm going to attempt to tackle this anyway.
"Nigger" has a deep-seated history as a word used exclusively by whites to condemn blacks.
When a black person says it, it cannot possibly have this significance. When a white person says it, there is always that possibility. It probably isn't completely logical, but as a white person i won't say it because it makes me uncomfortable, an quite frankly, I don't see any situation in which I'd really need to say it. That's one thing I always ask white people who complain about not being able to say it. Why do you need to say that word so bad? | most black people have legitimate use for the word, most white people don't. |
mredofcourse | A lot of people here don't seem to understand what the 5C was all about.
Apple has had a yearly upgrade cycle where they introduce a new model, and reduce the price of the previous year's model, as well as the one before that.
So, this year, we would've found a lineup of:
5S, 5, 4S
This model worked well for them for a few years. However, the problem with this model is that Apple was still using expensive components (glass and aluminum) on an iPhone that people were going to choose solely for the price advantage.
In the past, retooling factories to offer a less expensive iPhone would result in a greater cost than simply producing the same iPhone with the same components.
However, now that volume is where it is, it makes sense for Apple to take the "last year's model" and retool in order to produce the iPhone with less expensive components.
While doing this, it was also easy to bring some appeal to the model by offering it in different colors, which only adds a slightly extra cost.
There was never any intention of having the 5C outsell or even sell as well as the 5S. The 5S isn't just the flagship model, it's the flagship in margins. If anything, Apple wanted to draw people in with the 5C and up-sell to the 5S to get the larger margin.
When judging the success of the 5C, the comparison really should be...
***Did the 5C outsell what the 5 would have in the 2013-2014 cycle?***
We probably won't get a direct answer from Apple on this (good or bad), but we can look at carrier numbers as well as trend reports from companies that do this. While those may not paint the full picture, the other way of finding this information is if we see next year that the 5S is discontinued and replaced by a retooled, lower-component-cost version. That would be an indication that the strategy worked enough to do it again in the following year.
TL;DR: The 5C is the 5 retooled to use lower cost components. It was never supposed to be a Cheap iPhone designed to grab market share. The question of its success is whether it sold more than the 5 would have this year as the second-line iPhone. | A lot of people here don't seem to understand what the 5C was all about.
Apple has had a yearly upgrade cycle where they introduce a new model, and reduce the price of the previous year's model, as well as the one before that.
So, this year, we would've found a lineup of:
5S, 5, 4S
This model worked well for them for a few years. However, the problem with this model is that Apple was still using expensive components (glass and aluminum) on an iPhone that people were going to choose solely for the price advantage.
In the past, retooling factories to offer a less expensive iPhone would result in a greater cost than simply producing the same iPhone with the same components.
However, now that volume is where it is, it makes sense for Apple to take the "last year's model" and retool in order to produce the iPhone with less expensive components.
While doing this, it was also easy to bring some appeal to the model by offering it in different colors, which only adds a slightly extra cost.
There was never any intention of having the 5C outsell or even sell as well as the 5S. The 5S isn't just the flagship model, it's the flagship in margins. If anything, Apple wanted to draw people in with the 5C and up-sell to the 5S to get the larger margin.
When judging the success of the 5C, the comparison really should be...
Did the 5C outsell what the 5 would have in the 2013-2014 cycle?
We probably won't get a direct answer from Apple on this (good or bad), but we can look at carrier numbers as well as trend reports from companies that do this. While those may not paint the full picture, the other way of finding this information is if we see next year that the 5S is discontinued and replaced by a retooled, lower-component-cost version. That would be an indication that the strategy worked enough to do it again in the following year.
TL;DR: The 5C is the 5 retooled to use lower cost components. It was never supposed to be a Cheap iPhone designed to grab market share. The question of its success is whether it sold more than the 5 would have this year as the second-line iPhone.
| apple | t5_2qh1f | cdrxjk9 | A lot of people here don't seem to understand what the 5C was all about.
Apple has had a yearly upgrade cycle where they introduce a new model, and reduce the price of the previous year's model, as well as the one before that.
So, this year, we would've found a lineup of:
5S, 5, 4S
This model worked well for them for a few years. However, the problem with this model is that Apple was still using expensive components (glass and aluminum) on an iPhone that people were going to choose solely for the price advantage.
In the past, retooling factories to offer a less expensive iPhone would result in a greater cost than simply producing the same iPhone with the same components.
However, now that volume is where it is, it makes sense for Apple to take the "last year's model" and retool in order to produce the iPhone with less expensive components.
While doing this, it was also easy to bring some appeal to the model by offering it in different colors, which only adds a slightly extra cost.
There was never any intention of having the 5C outsell or even sell as well as the 5S. The 5S isn't just the flagship model, it's the flagship in margins. If anything, Apple wanted to draw people in with the 5C and up-sell to the 5S to get the larger margin.
When judging the success of the 5C, the comparison really should be...
Did the 5C outsell what the 5 would have in the 2013-2014 cycle?
We probably won't get a direct answer from Apple on this (good or bad), but we can look at carrier numbers as well as trend reports from companies that do this. While those may not paint the full picture, the other way of finding this information is if we see next year that the 5S is discontinued and replaced by a retooled, lower-component-cost version. That would be an indication that the strategy worked enough to do it again in the following year. | The 5C is the 5 retooled to use lower cost components. It was never supposed to be a Cheap iPhone designed to grab market share. The question of its success is whether it sold more than the 5 would have this year as the second-line iPhone. |
typesoshee | This scene is key, because it's the last communication between the two characters before Ross hooks up with the copy girl and it (obviously) occurs after the "a break from us" conversation.
On the surface, it does seem like it's Rachel's fault, but let's get technical. The "a break from us" conversation at the apartment, in my mind, was a break up. Rachel suggests "a break from us" and Ross leaves without verbally answering. Without any further contact between the two, it's pretty broken at that point. Then, Ross calls Rachel (and Mark is in the apartment). Rachel says something like "I'm so glad you called." Ross suggests "maybe we can work it out" or something along those lines. Rachel doesn't verbally answer but is smiling and about to say yes. Then Mark says something, Ross hears it, blabla, and Ross hangs up angrily.
My analysis is that when Rachel said "I'm so glad you called" and Ross suggests getting back together, at that moment they've technically gotten back together. THIS is why I think Rachel's claim is valid. If you only look at the "a break from us" conversation from before, I think Ross's claim stands, but that phone conversation (while Mark was in the background) makes them back together again. Then, the interesting thing is that Ross hangs up without allowing Rachel to defend herself. This isn't a "valid break-up" IMO, this was just Ross storming off (the apartment walk-out was a bit different because Ross leaves the place acceptingly. Here, he doesn't leave Rachel enough time to defend herself). I think they're technically still together after that.
TL;DR Ross's claim that they were on a break is weak when you remember that they made up on the phone. Technically, the break began when Ross left the apartment and ended when they, for the most part, made up on the phone. | This scene is key, because it's the last communication between the two characters before Ross hooks up with the copy girl and it (obviously) occurs after the "a break from us" conversation.
On the surface, it does seem like it's Rachel's fault, but let's get technical. The "a break from us" conversation at the apartment, in my mind, was a break up. Rachel suggests "a break from us" and Ross leaves without verbally answering. Without any further contact between the two, it's pretty broken at that point. Then, Ross calls Rachel (and Mark is in the apartment). Rachel says something like "I'm so glad you called." Ross suggests "maybe we can work it out" or something along those lines. Rachel doesn't verbally answer but is smiling and about to say yes. Then Mark says something, Ross hears it, blabla, and Ross hangs up angrily.
My analysis is that when Rachel said "I'm so glad you called" and Ross suggests getting back together, at that moment they've technically gotten back together. THIS is why I think Rachel's claim is valid. If you only look at the "a break from us" conversation from before, I think Ross's claim stands, but that phone conversation (while Mark was in the background) makes them back together again. Then, the interesting thing is that Ross hangs up without allowing Rachel to defend herself. This isn't a "valid break-up" IMO, this was just Ross storming off (the apartment walk-out was a bit different because Ross leaves the place acceptingly. Here, he doesn't leave Rachel enough time to defend herself). I think they're technically still together after that.
TL;DR Ross's claim that they were on a break is weak when you remember that they made up on the phone. Technically, the break began when Ross left the apartment and ended when they, for the most part, made up on the phone.
| howyoudoin | t5_2tqcj | ce0qvt8 | This scene is key, because it's the last communication between the two characters before Ross hooks up with the copy girl and it (obviously) occurs after the "a break from us" conversation.
On the surface, it does seem like it's Rachel's fault, but let's get technical. The "a break from us" conversation at the apartment, in my mind, was a break up. Rachel suggests "a break from us" and Ross leaves without verbally answering. Without any further contact between the two, it's pretty broken at that point. Then, Ross calls Rachel (and Mark is in the apartment). Rachel says something like "I'm so glad you called." Ross suggests "maybe we can work it out" or something along those lines. Rachel doesn't verbally answer but is smiling and about to say yes. Then Mark says something, Ross hears it, blabla, and Ross hangs up angrily.
My analysis is that when Rachel said "I'm so glad you called" and Ross suggests getting back together, at that moment they've technically gotten back together. THIS is why I think Rachel's claim is valid. If you only look at the "a break from us" conversation from before, I think Ross's claim stands, but that phone conversation (while Mark was in the background) makes them back together again. Then, the interesting thing is that Ross hangs up without allowing Rachel to defend herself. This isn't a "valid break-up" IMO, this was just Ross storming off (the apartment walk-out was a bit different because Ross leaves the place acceptingly. Here, he doesn't leave Rachel enough time to defend herself). I think they're technically still together after that. | Ross's claim that they were on a break is weak when you remember that they made up on the phone. Technically, the break began when Ross left the apartment and ended when they, for the most part, made up on the phone. |
MobileGroble | The obvious answer is "vanity," but everyone is vain. People get hair cuts because they want to look good (unless not cutting your hair is in local fashion). They get braces for the same reason, keen though they may be to prop up the shield of claiming "necessity" to avoid judgment (genuine physiological need being some of but not all of the cases). People decry plastic surgery as superficial and shallow, when the standards by which people get plastic surgery are the same as those by which others silently snap-judge their appearance as "too this" or "too that," veiled by the sanctuary of undisclosed thought, of course. You might look down on the girl who got that nose job, say (*especially* if it's ill-done), but within you were comparably judgmental of her appearance as she was, albeit in a far safer, clandestine way. Extreme examples of questionable improvement certainty exist, but most rhinoplasties are undertaken for a justifiable personal reason. Same goes for other facial procedures.
Forgive me if this comparison sounds weighted, but it reminds me of a time when believing in God was a foregone conclusion socially, and while discussing any topic that might have ambiguous implication in that area, people would be falling over themselves asserting how devout they are. "As a God-fearing man," "As a Christian," "As a man of faith," eager to circlejerk one another with emphatic nods of mutually held religiosity. It was the one unchallenged given, then. The same seems true of attitudes toward cosmetic alteration now, in the US anyway, with everyone (at least outwardly) just as quick to affirm their own conviction in the indisputable personal flaw bespoken by undergoing such a procedure.
Cosmetic surgery is pursued to better conform to the innate ideals promoted by our evolutionarily wired brains: larger breasts, feminized features for women, masculinized for men (far fewer, due to the stigma), symmetry, reduced lines/eye bags, etc, all conferring the sense of fertility, youth, and genetic fitness. Such things are behind our snap-judgments. While exact body type preference varies within a range between cultures (think the flappers vs today's stick figures), the facial universals remain, which are what tend to be altered.
What's always bothered me is this seemingly inherent *obligation* within society to pay lip service to plastic surgery being something to abhor and look down upon, when what those patients are seeking are what we tend to aesthetically value on the whole. Their standards are ours, they just have the courage to bite the bullet and act on it, cultural hypocrisy be damned. So why this need to beat around the bush and BS one's alteration into being motivated by "practicality?" Why the shame? If one has the means, will, and desire, what's the problem? Every time a surgery question comes up on Reddit, it's people posting about practical alterations (because those are free of stigma) and a few vehemently defending their less-than-practical procedure, likely because they feel the heat of the stigma.
This stigma seems to remain largely as a pretext for self-righteousness, which don't get me wrong, feels fuckin' great, and maybe that's the reason it does remain, but that self-righteousness boils down to nativity (pretending we don't hold similar standards) and ignorance (ignoring the factors comprising that person's circumstances) more often than not. Another reason it could be negatively received is that it's expensive and so it would be in most peoples' interests to denigrate it culturally so as to feel more security in how they currently look (like rejecting what you never had the chance to accept, or hedging your bets in that direction). Perhaps it's because we desire transparency in mate-selection ("How DARE you fool me into thinking you're genetically straight-toothed and facially proportionate! Our children will be hideous!").
I've never suggested, implicitly or explicitly, that anyone get surgery, but those I know who have, I have supported. "Yes, your silhouette does look more appealing now." "Yes, your face does look better without those lines." I can't deny those things, it's what my brain tells me. I understand why they got those things done and I don't think they should be in any way negatively judged for them. I would choke on the recognition of the double-standard otherwise (those my brain compels and those society compels). I choose to stick with one: those of my brain, of my evolution, since I can't change them, while society's vacillates over time. Though I loathe the thought of a culture that pressures people to get such alterations, I hate the one where people are loathed for getting them.
**TL;DR: Negative judgments of surgery for cosmetic purposes very often hypocritical (standards thereof inwardly practiced due to evolution, outwardly rejected due to social pretensions)** | The obvious answer is "vanity," but everyone is vain. People get hair cuts because they want to look good (unless not cutting your hair is in local fashion). They get braces for the same reason, keen though they may be to prop up the shield of claiming "necessity" to avoid judgment (genuine physiological need being some of but not all of the cases). People decry plastic surgery as superficial and shallow, when the standards by which people get plastic surgery are the same as those by which others silently snap-judge their appearance as "too this" or "too that," veiled by the sanctuary of undisclosed thought, of course. You might look down on the girl who got that nose job, say ( especially if it's ill-done), but within you were comparably judgmental of her appearance as she was, albeit in a far safer, clandestine way. Extreme examples of questionable improvement certainty exist, but most rhinoplasties are undertaken for a justifiable personal reason. Same goes for other facial procedures.
Forgive me if this comparison sounds weighted, but it reminds me of a time when believing in God was a foregone conclusion socially, and while discussing any topic that might have ambiguous implication in that area, people would be falling over themselves asserting how devout they are. "As a God-fearing man," "As a Christian," "As a man of faith," eager to circlejerk one another with emphatic nods of mutually held religiosity. It was the one unchallenged given, then. The same seems true of attitudes toward cosmetic alteration now, in the US anyway, with everyone (at least outwardly) just as quick to affirm their own conviction in the indisputable personal flaw bespoken by undergoing such a procedure.
Cosmetic surgery is pursued to better conform to the innate ideals promoted by our evolutionarily wired brains: larger breasts, feminized features for women, masculinized for men (far fewer, due to the stigma), symmetry, reduced lines/eye bags, etc, all conferring the sense of fertility, youth, and genetic fitness. Such things are behind our snap-judgments. While exact body type preference varies within a range between cultures (think the flappers vs today's stick figures), the facial universals remain, which are what tend to be altered.
What's always bothered me is this seemingly inherent obligation within society to pay lip service to plastic surgery being something to abhor and look down upon, when what those patients are seeking are what we tend to aesthetically value on the whole. Their standards are ours, they just have the courage to bite the bullet and act on it, cultural hypocrisy be damned. So why this need to beat around the bush and BS one's alteration into being motivated by "practicality?" Why the shame? If one has the means, will, and desire, what's the problem? Every time a surgery question comes up on Reddit, it's people posting about practical alterations (because those are free of stigma) and a few vehemently defending their less-than-practical procedure, likely because they feel the heat of the stigma.
This stigma seems to remain largely as a pretext for self-righteousness, which don't get me wrong, feels fuckin' great, and maybe that's the reason it does remain, but that self-righteousness boils down to nativity (pretending we don't hold similar standards) and ignorance (ignoring the factors comprising that person's circumstances) more often than not. Another reason it could be negatively received is that it's expensive and so it would be in most peoples' interests to denigrate it culturally so as to feel more security in how they currently look (like rejecting what you never had the chance to accept, or hedging your bets in that direction). Perhaps it's because we desire transparency in mate-selection ("How DARE you fool me into thinking you're genetically straight-toothed and facially proportionate! Our children will be hideous!").
I've never suggested, implicitly or explicitly, that anyone get surgery, but those I know who have, I have supported. "Yes, your silhouette does look more appealing now." "Yes, your face does look better without those lines." I can't deny those things, it's what my brain tells me. I understand why they got those things done and I don't think they should be in any way negatively judged for them. I would choke on the recognition of the double-standard otherwise (those my brain compels and those society compels). I choose to stick with one: those of my brain, of my evolution, since I can't change them, while society's vacillates over time. Though I loathe the thought of a culture that pressures people to get such alterations, I hate the one where people are loathed for getting them.
TL;DR: Negative judgments of surgery for cosmetic purposes very often hypocritical (standards thereof inwardly practiced due to evolution, outwardly rejected due to social pretensions)
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cds4n9z | The obvious answer is "vanity," but everyone is vain. People get hair cuts because they want to look good (unless not cutting your hair is in local fashion). They get braces for the same reason, keen though they may be to prop up the shield of claiming "necessity" to avoid judgment (genuine physiological need being some of but not all of the cases). People decry plastic surgery as superficial and shallow, when the standards by which people get plastic surgery are the same as those by which others silently snap-judge their appearance as "too this" or "too that," veiled by the sanctuary of undisclosed thought, of course. You might look down on the girl who got that nose job, say ( especially if it's ill-done), but within you were comparably judgmental of her appearance as she was, albeit in a far safer, clandestine way. Extreme examples of questionable improvement certainty exist, but most rhinoplasties are undertaken for a justifiable personal reason. Same goes for other facial procedures.
Forgive me if this comparison sounds weighted, but it reminds me of a time when believing in God was a foregone conclusion socially, and while discussing any topic that might have ambiguous implication in that area, people would be falling over themselves asserting how devout they are. "As a God-fearing man," "As a Christian," "As a man of faith," eager to circlejerk one another with emphatic nods of mutually held religiosity. It was the one unchallenged given, then. The same seems true of attitudes toward cosmetic alteration now, in the US anyway, with everyone (at least outwardly) just as quick to affirm their own conviction in the indisputable personal flaw bespoken by undergoing such a procedure.
Cosmetic surgery is pursued to better conform to the innate ideals promoted by our evolutionarily wired brains: larger breasts, feminized features for women, masculinized for men (far fewer, due to the stigma), symmetry, reduced lines/eye bags, etc, all conferring the sense of fertility, youth, and genetic fitness. Such things are behind our snap-judgments. While exact body type preference varies within a range between cultures (think the flappers vs today's stick figures), the facial universals remain, which are what tend to be altered.
What's always bothered me is this seemingly inherent obligation within society to pay lip service to plastic surgery being something to abhor and look down upon, when what those patients are seeking are what we tend to aesthetically value on the whole. Their standards are ours, they just have the courage to bite the bullet and act on it, cultural hypocrisy be damned. So why this need to beat around the bush and BS one's alteration into being motivated by "practicality?" Why the shame? If one has the means, will, and desire, what's the problem? Every time a surgery question comes up on Reddit, it's people posting about practical alterations (because those are free of stigma) and a few vehemently defending their less-than-practical procedure, likely because they feel the heat of the stigma.
This stigma seems to remain largely as a pretext for self-righteousness, which don't get me wrong, feels fuckin' great, and maybe that's the reason it does remain, but that self-righteousness boils down to nativity (pretending we don't hold similar standards) and ignorance (ignoring the factors comprising that person's circumstances) more often than not. Another reason it could be negatively received is that it's expensive and so it would be in most peoples' interests to denigrate it culturally so as to feel more security in how they currently look (like rejecting what you never had the chance to accept, or hedging your bets in that direction). Perhaps it's because we desire transparency in mate-selection ("How DARE you fool me into thinking you're genetically straight-toothed and facially proportionate! Our children will be hideous!").
I've never suggested, implicitly or explicitly, that anyone get surgery, but those I know who have, I have supported. "Yes, your silhouette does look more appealing now." "Yes, your face does look better without those lines." I can't deny those things, it's what my brain tells me. I understand why they got those things done and I don't think they should be in any way negatively judged for them. I would choke on the recognition of the double-standard otherwise (those my brain compels and those society compels). I choose to stick with one: those of my brain, of my evolution, since I can't change them, while society's vacillates over time. Though I loathe the thought of a culture that pressures people to get such alterations, I hate the one where people are loathed for getting them. | Negative judgments of surgery for cosmetic purposes very often hypocritical (standards thereof inwardly practiced due to evolution, outwardly rejected due to social pretensions) |
Frankie_In_Like | My daughter was conceived on April Fool's Day. Not even kidding.
That particular weekend my then-boyfriend had a horrible, horrible Friday night where his then-best friend went on a hardcore meth binge and freaked out at one of their shows (they were in this punk rock type of band) and made a HUGE scene and was just the biggest bitch you can imagine to him. Called him all sorts of horrible names and said horrible things to him that I won't recount, because they're very personal and close-to-home. Basically she broke up their band (which has been around for five years) and shared some really private things he'd told her in confidence to a bunch of people. Then she confessed to having been sleeping with his dad, which he'd suspected but wasn't sure if he was right or just starting to go crazy (he's around the same age his mom was when she went crazy). He was right.
He's a pretty sensitive guy, and he took it really really badly. This was his best friend and confidante for five years, and while she'd always been a selfish bitch, she'd never done anything quite that bad.
So my then-bf got extremely drunk and came over and basically alternately cried in my arms and raged all night. I had to work the next day, but I stayed up until 7am with him (luckily my roommate was out of town) and got an hour of sleep before going to work.
The next night was... you guessed it, April Fool's. I got home to my bf and crashed for a few hours, then woke up and we got wasted together. He had a Viagra he'd stolen from his dad and he took it without telling me (he was an idiot). Luckily I was in the mood to get it on and we had sex... a lot. And smoked a lot of trees. And chain-smoked cigarettes. And had more sex. (The boner was neverending, it was a little scary) And drank more booze. We downed a whole bottle of Jeremiah Weed Sweet Tea, almost a whole bottle of Kahlua, and smoked 3-4 bowls (we didn't smoke that often normally so that was a shitload to us). It was a fucked up night, to say the very least, and I'm not too proud of myself...
Then at around 5am as we were settling in to sleep we noticed a bunch of flashing lights in the windows and thought the cops had finally busted my drug-dealing downstairs roommate. Nope, HUGE fire completely consuming the house behind the house across the street from us. Firefighters were freaking out and trying to extinguish the flames roaring out the side windows before they set the next house on fire (shitty neighborhood, the houses were merely 3-4 feet apart).
My then-bf and I got bundled up (it was a pretty cold night, IIRC?) and went outside to watch the very mesmerizing flames devour those poor peoples' house. It was amazing though, biggest fire I've ever seen in person, the house was just a charred frame by the time they got it out. There was water running like a small waterfall down the street from their hoses and I remember having fun splashing in the puddles and giggling- not because I was stoned, but because I am a five year old mentally sometimes and do dumb things.
So that was the night my daughter was conceived! :D The sex was pretty good, lots of rough doggy style (I had to get him drunk and stoned to get him to rough me up, he was always extremely gentle), it was really fun. Plus the Viagra took away any of his boner-shyness (he never believed me when I told him his dick was big) and made it huge! But not too huge. It was nice :)
And fun fact: That house next to the burning one, the one that almost caught fire too? The fire department had to go in there to make sure they had caught the flames and kept them at bay, and when they were in there they must have seen some shit, because within a week the house was condemned and the 15-20 Hmong people living there had to clear up and move out, windows boarded up and everything. I remember the pile of shit they had on their curb outside (and mind you there was also one of those commercial dumpsters for all of their garbage): 3 or 4 rusty, broken crib frames, boxes of half-wet/rotting food, random wheels from what I'm assuming were bikes, many boxes of nasty old clothes, one of those big old box tvs with a shattered screen... So much crap. And yet I saw them loading up a huge brand-new flatscreen tv as they were moving out...
I'll never understand people. I had a fun neighborhood, oh the stories I could tell...
TL;DR: Viagra, April Fool's, and mind-altering substances do a baby make. Also, *fire*.
| My daughter was conceived on April Fool's Day. Not even kidding.
That particular weekend my then-boyfriend had a horrible, horrible Friday night where his then-best friend went on a hardcore meth binge and freaked out at one of their shows (they were in this punk rock type of band) and made a HUGE scene and was just the biggest bitch you can imagine to him. Called him all sorts of horrible names and said horrible things to him that I won't recount, because they're very personal and close-to-home. Basically she broke up their band (which has been around for five years) and shared some really private things he'd told her in confidence to a bunch of people. Then she confessed to having been sleeping with his dad, which he'd suspected but wasn't sure if he was right or just starting to go crazy (he's around the same age his mom was when she went crazy). He was right.
He's a pretty sensitive guy, and he took it really really badly. This was his best friend and confidante for five years, and while she'd always been a selfish bitch, she'd never done anything quite that bad.
So my then-bf got extremely drunk and came over and basically alternately cried in my arms and raged all night. I had to work the next day, but I stayed up until 7am with him (luckily my roommate was out of town) and got an hour of sleep before going to work.
The next night was... you guessed it, April Fool's. I got home to my bf and crashed for a few hours, then woke up and we got wasted together. He had a Viagra he'd stolen from his dad and he took it without telling me (he was an idiot). Luckily I was in the mood to get it on and we had sex... a lot. And smoked a lot of trees. And chain-smoked cigarettes. And had more sex. (The boner was neverending, it was a little scary) And drank more booze. We downed a whole bottle of Jeremiah Weed Sweet Tea, almost a whole bottle of Kahlua, and smoked 3-4 bowls (we didn't smoke that often normally so that was a shitload to us). It was a fucked up night, to say the very least, and I'm not too proud of myself...
Then at around 5am as we were settling in to sleep we noticed a bunch of flashing lights in the windows and thought the cops had finally busted my drug-dealing downstairs roommate. Nope, HUGE fire completely consuming the house behind the house across the street from us. Firefighters were freaking out and trying to extinguish the flames roaring out the side windows before they set the next house on fire (shitty neighborhood, the houses were merely 3-4 feet apart).
My then-bf and I got bundled up (it was a pretty cold night, IIRC?) and went outside to watch the very mesmerizing flames devour those poor peoples' house. It was amazing though, biggest fire I've ever seen in person, the house was just a charred frame by the time they got it out. There was water running like a small waterfall down the street from their hoses and I remember having fun splashing in the puddles and giggling- not because I was stoned, but because I am a five year old mentally sometimes and do dumb things.
So that was the night my daughter was conceived! :D The sex was pretty good, lots of rough doggy style (I had to get him drunk and stoned to get him to rough me up, he was always extremely gentle), it was really fun. Plus the Viagra took away any of his boner-shyness (he never believed me when I told him his dick was big) and made it huge! But not too huge. It was nice :)
And fun fact: That house next to the burning one, the one that almost caught fire too? The fire department had to go in there to make sure they had caught the flames and kept them at bay, and when they were in there they must have seen some shit, because within a week the house was condemned and the 15-20 Hmong people living there had to clear up and move out, windows boarded up and everything. I remember the pile of shit they had on their curb outside (and mind you there was also one of those commercial dumpsters for all of their garbage): 3 or 4 rusty, broken crib frames, boxes of half-wet/rotting food, random wheels from what I'm assuming were bikes, many boxes of nasty old clothes, one of those big old box tvs with a shattered screen... So much crap. And yet I saw them loading up a huge brand-new flatscreen tv as they were moving out...
I'll never understand people. I had a fun neighborhood, oh the stories I could tell...
TL;DR: Viagra, April Fool's, and mind-altering substances do a baby make. Also, fire .
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cds64xs | My daughter was conceived on April Fool's Day. Not even kidding.
That particular weekend my then-boyfriend had a horrible, horrible Friday night where his then-best friend went on a hardcore meth binge and freaked out at one of their shows (they were in this punk rock type of band) and made a HUGE scene and was just the biggest bitch you can imagine to him. Called him all sorts of horrible names and said horrible things to him that I won't recount, because they're very personal and close-to-home. Basically she broke up their band (which has been around for five years) and shared some really private things he'd told her in confidence to a bunch of people. Then she confessed to having been sleeping with his dad, which he'd suspected but wasn't sure if he was right or just starting to go crazy (he's around the same age his mom was when she went crazy). He was right.
He's a pretty sensitive guy, and he took it really really badly. This was his best friend and confidante for five years, and while she'd always been a selfish bitch, she'd never done anything quite that bad.
So my then-bf got extremely drunk and came over and basically alternately cried in my arms and raged all night. I had to work the next day, but I stayed up until 7am with him (luckily my roommate was out of town) and got an hour of sleep before going to work.
The next night was... you guessed it, April Fool's. I got home to my bf and crashed for a few hours, then woke up and we got wasted together. He had a Viagra he'd stolen from his dad and he took it without telling me (he was an idiot). Luckily I was in the mood to get it on and we had sex... a lot. And smoked a lot of trees. And chain-smoked cigarettes. And had more sex. (The boner was neverending, it was a little scary) And drank more booze. We downed a whole bottle of Jeremiah Weed Sweet Tea, almost a whole bottle of Kahlua, and smoked 3-4 bowls (we didn't smoke that often normally so that was a shitload to us). It was a fucked up night, to say the very least, and I'm not too proud of myself...
Then at around 5am as we were settling in to sleep we noticed a bunch of flashing lights in the windows and thought the cops had finally busted my drug-dealing downstairs roommate. Nope, HUGE fire completely consuming the house behind the house across the street from us. Firefighters were freaking out and trying to extinguish the flames roaring out the side windows before they set the next house on fire (shitty neighborhood, the houses were merely 3-4 feet apart).
My then-bf and I got bundled up (it was a pretty cold night, IIRC?) and went outside to watch the very mesmerizing flames devour those poor peoples' house. It was amazing though, biggest fire I've ever seen in person, the house was just a charred frame by the time they got it out. There was water running like a small waterfall down the street from their hoses and I remember having fun splashing in the puddles and giggling- not because I was stoned, but because I am a five year old mentally sometimes and do dumb things.
So that was the night my daughter was conceived! :D The sex was pretty good, lots of rough doggy style (I had to get him drunk and stoned to get him to rough me up, he was always extremely gentle), it was really fun. Plus the Viagra took away any of his boner-shyness (he never believed me when I told him his dick was big) and made it huge! But not too huge. It was nice :)
And fun fact: That house next to the burning one, the one that almost caught fire too? The fire department had to go in there to make sure they had caught the flames and kept them at bay, and when they were in there they must have seen some shit, because within a week the house was condemned and the 15-20 Hmong people living there had to clear up and move out, windows boarded up and everything. I remember the pile of shit they had on their curb outside (and mind you there was also one of those commercial dumpsters for all of their garbage): 3 or 4 rusty, broken crib frames, boxes of half-wet/rotting food, random wheels from what I'm assuming were bikes, many boxes of nasty old clothes, one of those big old box tvs with a shattered screen... So much crap. And yet I saw them loading up a huge brand-new flatscreen tv as they were moving out...
I'll never understand people. I had a fun neighborhood, oh the stories I could tell... | Viagra, April Fool's, and mind-altering substances do a baby make. Also, fire . |
johnny5canuck | As much as I like/use Hostgator, they've really been busy lately and had a couple of sigificant outages in the past several months. Do lots of research and don't get a shitty/cheapass plan. If you don't go for a VPS, I'd recommend shared hosting that supports:
* CPanel
* phpMyAdmin
* 128MB for PHP
* PHP 5.3+
* SSH (with a decent shell)
* Git
* Supports multiple databases
Oh, and there's lots of things shared hosting can't do that a VPS can. The question is, do you need it all?
I used to have a Reseller plan with Hostgator (for Drupal and WordPress), and now have a VPS. Depending on your needs, both are plenty adequate.
Oh, and that URL you gave doesn't provide much in the way of details.
tl;dr - Do research. Don't cheap out. | As much as I like/use Hostgator, they've really been busy lately and had a couple of sigificant outages in the past several months. Do lots of research and don't get a shitty/cheapass plan. If you don't go for a VPS, I'd recommend shared hosting that supports:
CPanel
phpMyAdmin
128MB for PHP
PHP 5.3+
SSH (with a decent shell)
Git
Supports multiple databases
Oh, and there's lots of things shared hosting can't do that a VPS can. The question is, do you need it all?
I used to have a Reseller plan with Hostgator (for Drupal and WordPress), and now have a VPS. Depending on your needs, both are plenty adequate.
Oh, and that URL you gave doesn't provide much in the way of details.
tl;dr - Do research. Don't cheap out.
| Wordpress | t5_2qhjq | cdsa48d | As much as I like/use Hostgator, they've really been busy lately and had a couple of sigificant outages in the past several months. Do lots of research and don't get a shitty/cheapass plan. If you don't go for a VPS, I'd recommend shared hosting that supports:
CPanel
phpMyAdmin
128MB for PHP
PHP 5.3+
SSH (with a decent shell)
Git
Supports multiple databases
Oh, and there's lots of things shared hosting can't do that a VPS can. The question is, do you need it all?
I used to have a Reseller plan with Hostgator (for Drupal and WordPress), and now have a VPS. Depending on your needs, both are plenty adequate.
Oh, and that URL you gave doesn't provide much in the way of details. | Do research. Don't cheap out. |
hyene | I had a boyfriend once who would pray for forgiveness every time we had sex.
I tell you, I've witnessed a lot of humiliating, alienating, terrible things, but there is nothing like watching your boyfriend roll over after sex, sit on the side of the bed, and weep for forgiveness and absolution from an vindictive, unloving, imaginary god.
Very very sad, in retrospect. I've never felt ashamed of my sexuality. Very sad that he did.
Bottom line is: do you really want to have sex with someone who feels ashamed of the act of lovemaking? To the point where they're afraid of being persecuted by an imaginary god?
Gross. I want my partners to feel happy, and fulfilled, and free to be themselves not repressed, and ashamed, and unfulfilled. You deserve that too.
TLDR: You must realize that **so long as he's religious his relationship with God will always be more important than his relationship with you**. It's what we were taught in church growing up, no matter the denomination. Your relationship with God is more important than any other relationship. More important than you mother, your father, your lovers, or your friends. | I had a boyfriend once who would pray for forgiveness every time we had sex.
I tell you, I've witnessed a lot of humiliating, alienating, terrible things, but there is nothing like watching your boyfriend roll over after sex, sit on the side of the bed, and weep for forgiveness and absolution from an vindictive, unloving, imaginary god.
Very very sad, in retrospect. I've never felt ashamed of my sexuality. Very sad that he did.
Bottom line is: do you really want to have sex with someone who feels ashamed of the act of lovemaking? To the point where they're afraid of being persecuted by an imaginary god?
Gross. I want my partners to feel happy, and fulfilled, and free to be themselves not repressed, and ashamed, and unfulfilled. You deserve that too.
TLDR: You must realize that so long as he's religious his relationship with God will always be more important than his relationship with you . It's what we were taught in church growing up, no matter the denomination. Your relationship with God is more important than any other relationship. More important than you mother, your father, your lovers, or your friends.
| dating_advice | t5_2s4kl | cdsyncz | I had a boyfriend once who would pray for forgiveness every time we had sex.
I tell you, I've witnessed a lot of humiliating, alienating, terrible things, but there is nothing like watching your boyfriend roll over after sex, sit on the side of the bed, and weep for forgiveness and absolution from an vindictive, unloving, imaginary god.
Very very sad, in retrospect. I've never felt ashamed of my sexuality. Very sad that he did.
Bottom line is: do you really want to have sex with someone who feels ashamed of the act of lovemaking? To the point where they're afraid of being persecuted by an imaginary god?
Gross. I want my partners to feel happy, and fulfilled, and free to be themselves not repressed, and ashamed, and unfulfilled. You deserve that too. | You must realize that so long as he's religious his relationship with God will always be more important than his relationship with you . It's what we were taught in church growing up, no matter the denomination. Your relationship with God is more important than any other relationship. More important than you mother, your father, your lovers, or your friends. |
TheFunkyCaveman | For people like me who have thousands of hours on the game, we have done all those things. From surviving to creative building to redstoning to custom minigame playing. It doesn't take much time at all to get bored of all those things, and in the end, many of us will just crave the feelings from that first experience we had in the game. But, by now we know everything about the game, exactly what to do, what way to do things is most efficient, ect. It's no longer new. Nothing is. However, big mods and mod packs add many, many new things to explore and figure out. It's the closest we can get to those old feelings from back when we were new, those good ol' days. I will say, since I've been madly searching for a way to make the game feel like new again, like many other people, for quite some time now, mods that bring you back like that can nearly drive one to tears. It is awesome. I've never played the one mentioned here, but mod packs like Tekkit or Feed the Beast have brought me back really close to that feeling, after having already given up on the game in the past.
Yes, I do have an emotional attachment to minecraft. As odd as it may sound, it has probably changed my life drastically.
I dunno, I just thought I'd share. TLDR I suppose: Some people are looking for survival revamps because they *have* done those "many many more things" and want to go back. | For people like me who have thousands of hours on the game, we have done all those things. From surviving to creative building to redstoning to custom minigame playing. It doesn't take much time at all to get bored of all those things, and in the end, many of us will just crave the feelings from that first experience we had in the game. But, by now we know everything about the game, exactly what to do, what way to do things is most efficient, ect. It's no longer new. Nothing is. However, big mods and mod packs add many, many new things to explore and figure out. It's the closest we can get to those old feelings from back when we were new, those good ol' days. I will say, since I've been madly searching for a way to make the game feel like new again, like many other people, for quite some time now, mods that bring you back like that can nearly drive one to tears. It is awesome. I've never played the one mentioned here, but mod packs like Tekkit or Feed the Beast have brought me back really close to that feeling, after having already given up on the game in the past.
Yes, I do have an emotional attachment to minecraft. As odd as it may sound, it has probably changed my life drastically.
I dunno, I just thought I'd share. TLDR I suppose: Some people are looking for survival revamps because they have done those "many many more things" and want to go back.
| Games | t5_2qhwp | cdt5hsz | For people like me who have thousands of hours on the game, we have done all those things. From surviving to creative building to redstoning to custom minigame playing. It doesn't take much time at all to get bored of all those things, and in the end, many of us will just crave the feelings from that first experience we had in the game. But, by now we know everything about the game, exactly what to do, what way to do things is most efficient, ect. It's no longer new. Nothing is. However, big mods and mod packs add many, many new things to explore and figure out. It's the closest we can get to those old feelings from back when we were new, those good ol' days. I will say, since I've been madly searching for a way to make the game feel like new again, like many other people, for quite some time now, mods that bring you back like that can nearly drive one to tears. It is awesome. I've never played the one mentioned here, but mod packs like Tekkit or Feed the Beast have brought me back really close to that feeling, after having already given up on the game in the past.
Yes, I do have an emotional attachment to minecraft. As odd as it may sound, it has probably changed my life drastically.
I dunno, I just thought I'd share. | I suppose: Some people are looking for survival revamps because they have done those "many many more things" and want to go back. |
letdogsvote | Hmm. Now that sounds terrible. I better read the article and look into this a bit....
...put on-hold music here...
And, here we go. Black female prof apparently has a history for at least the last five or six years of teaching classes that effectively stress a "white folks are bad" line. A short time ago, same prof was reprimanded by her university for singling out white males in class. Nice. Not racist there at all, no indeedy.
TLDR: Headline reflects writer and OP bias against white folks. Not cool. | Hmm. Now that sounds terrible. I better read the article and look into this a bit....
...put on-hold music here...
And, here we go. Black female prof apparently has a history for at least the last five or six years of teaching classes that effectively stress a "white folks are bad" line. A short time ago, same prof was reprimanded by her university for singling out white males in class. Nice. Not racist there at all, no indeedy.
TLDR: Headline reflects writer and OP bias against white folks. Not cool.
| politics | t5_2cneq | cdsrucz | Hmm. Now that sounds terrible. I better read the article and look into this a bit....
...put on-hold music here...
And, here we go. Black female prof apparently has a history for at least the last five or six years of teaching classes that effectively stress a "white folks are bad" line. A short time ago, same prof was reprimanded by her university for singling out white males in class. Nice. Not racist there at all, no indeedy. | Headline reflects writer and OP bias against white folks. Not cool. |
ThereWillBeSwearing | > And, here we go. Black female prof apparently has a history for at least the last five or six years of teaching classes that effectively stress a "white folks are bad" line.
What a laughably poor reading of the article. Are you denying racism has ever existed? Is simply pointing out the fact it did (and does) really that offensive to you? She is prof of African Diaspora. How would you cover that topic without talking about structural racism (as in the slave trade for example).
>A short time ago, same prof was reprimanded by her university for singling out white males in class
No where does it say that. Three students complained about being made uncomfortable but never said she singled them out, you are just making shit up.
> Headline reflects writer and OP bias against white folks. Not cool.
TLDR: Moronic and made up arguments reflect poorly on commenter's cognitive faculties.
| > And, here we go. Black female prof apparently has a history for at least the last five or six years of teaching classes that effectively stress a "white folks are bad" line.
What a laughably poor reading of the article. Are you denying racism has ever existed? Is simply pointing out the fact it did (and does) really that offensive to you? She is prof of African Diaspora. How would you cover that topic without talking about structural racism (as in the slave trade for example).
>A short time ago, same prof was reprimanded by her university for singling out white males in class
No where does it say that. Three students complained about being made uncomfortable but never said she singled them out, you are just making shit up.
> Headline reflects writer and OP bias against white folks. Not cool.
TLDR: Moronic and made up arguments reflect poorly on commenter's cognitive faculties.
| politics | t5_2cneq | cdss36s | And, here we go. Black female prof apparently has a history for at least the last five or six years of teaching classes that effectively stress a "white folks are bad" line.
What a laughably poor reading of the article. Are you denying racism has ever existed? Is simply pointing out the fact it did (and does) really that offensive to you? She is prof of African Diaspora. How would you cover that topic without talking about structural racism (as in the slave trade for example).
>A short time ago, same prof was reprimanded by her university for singling out white males in class
No where does it say that. Three students complained about being made uncomfortable but never said she singled them out, you are just making shit up.
> Headline reflects writer and OP bias against white folks. Not cool. | Moronic and made up arguments reflect poorly on commenter's cognitive faculties. |
oldgoals | No pictures of it but I've seen the most amazing PC in the world.
The most beautiful PC in the world has a story behind how it was bought, this was when Witcher 2 was a brand new title. The man whom bought it got the money from working for an electric company repairing lines and what not. Anyway, one day while on the job some one fucks up and drops a line. Which is bad because it's a very high power line and it shocks a whole bunch of people on the ground including him. He takes the company to court and is of the few survivors. They settle out of court and he is sort of happy with his new settlement.
He then promptly goes on to build his "Ultimate" gaming rig, biggest most bad ass cards, uses a minifridge type coolant system using Freon cooling systems to achieve max O.C. Gave it amazing amounts of RAM and had to get a special MOBO and change the OS to accommodate the ram actually. Running multiple tvs for monitors and one mother bumping system to it, it was a sexy beast to say the least.
The case was jet black, something like out of chest of a terminator the inside of it. It's blood black like motor oil, the gentle hum of it's pump whimsically beating cold to it's CPU. And then on the front of it is a 2X4 nailed to the front of it and I shit you not, a cup holder for his beer.
TL;DR Most amazing PC has a beer holder. Priorities are inline. | No pictures of it but I've seen the most amazing PC in the world.
The most beautiful PC in the world has a story behind how it was bought, this was when Witcher 2 was a brand new title. The man whom bought it got the money from working for an electric company repairing lines and what not. Anyway, one day while on the job some one fucks up and drops a line. Which is bad because it's a very high power line and it shocks a whole bunch of people on the ground including him. He takes the company to court and is of the few survivors. They settle out of court and he is sort of happy with his new settlement.
He then promptly goes on to build his "Ultimate" gaming rig, biggest most bad ass cards, uses a minifridge type coolant system using Freon cooling systems to achieve max O.C. Gave it amazing amounts of RAM and had to get a special MOBO and change the OS to accommodate the ram actually. Running multiple tvs for monitors and one mother bumping system to it, it was a sexy beast to say the least.
The case was jet black, something like out of chest of a terminator the inside of it. It's blood black like motor oil, the gentle hum of it's pump whimsically beating cold to it's CPU. And then on the front of it is a 2X4 nailed to the front of it and I shit you not, a cup holder for his beer.
TL;DR Most amazing PC has a beer holder. Priorities are inline.
| RandomActsOfGaming | t5_2t5mo | cdt9icp | No pictures of it but I've seen the most amazing PC in the world.
The most beautiful PC in the world has a story behind how it was bought, this was when Witcher 2 was a brand new title. The man whom bought it got the money from working for an electric company repairing lines and what not. Anyway, one day while on the job some one fucks up and drops a line. Which is bad because it's a very high power line and it shocks a whole bunch of people on the ground including him. He takes the company to court and is of the few survivors. They settle out of court and he is sort of happy with his new settlement.
He then promptly goes on to build his "Ultimate" gaming rig, biggest most bad ass cards, uses a minifridge type coolant system using Freon cooling systems to achieve max O.C. Gave it amazing amounts of RAM and had to get a special MOBO and change the OS to accommodate the ram actually. Running multiple tvs for monitors and one mother bumping system to it, it was a sexy beast to say the least.
The case was jet black, something like out of chest of a terminator the inside of it. It's blood black like motor oil, the gentle hum of it's pump whimsically beating cold to it's CPU. And then on the front of it is a 2X4 nailed to the front of it and I shit you not, a cup holder for his beer. | Most amazing PC has a beer holder. Priorities are inline. |
GODDAMNED_WASPS | > **6.80**
>
> * Removed cooldown.
> * Slow now causes heroes to walk in reverse.
I hope that this item continues to be overlooked so that it keeps getting unnecessary buffs.
All things said though, Rod of Atos is actually really good. I don't think it's ever a core item, but there are scenarios where its use is incredible. Everybody knows how potent Venomous Gale is. Well, imagine that except an even more deadly slow that lasts longer than the initial seconds of Venomous Gale with triple the range and zero chance of it being juked. With half the cooldown. The stats are very useful on every hero that isn't a carry, and the manacost is really low. The biggest problem with the item is that its overshadowed my Scythe of Vyse. A four second slow or a four (3.5) second disable. You have got to get this game early or don't get it at all. I really like this item on Silencer. It gives him chasing potential while giving a very nice boost to his damage and low hitpoints. If you're not doing so well, you could pick it up on heroes like Obsidian Destroyer or Invoker. Much easier to farm than a Sheepstick and its stats are arguably better. Really underrated, and I think Aui_2000 is the only person who gets it irregularly.
> Are there situations where other heroes besides intelligence heroes should build this item?
It's not that bad on Axe or Doom Bringer. Undying or Brewmaster could also make use of it. Agility heroes should generally avoid it though. I like it on Strength heroes cause it makes them even tougher and helps their manapool, which most Strength heroes tend to struggle with.
> Should this item be core on any hero? What situations should it be built and on what heroes?
I don't think it is a core item on any hero, as there are many situations where you would want it, and many situations where you would not. Against heroes that need to get in close to deal damage, it's incredibly useful. Against Weaver, Dark Seer, no. Build it on intelligence heroes or strength heroes that need to fix up their manapool if you need chasing potential or kite certain key heroes.
> Why doesn't this item see more play in the competitive scene?
It's just trends, really. It's biggest use is in early - mid game ganks, and if you can get it early, it's devastating. 1200 range is huge, and will easily punish heroes out of position. Really good for snowballing, not so much for coming back. Just underrated, and a little more situational than most teams would like, I suppose. Still not enough to be never seen in competitive light, but I digress.
**tl;dr:**
Situational, but very underrated. | > 6.80
>
> Removed cooldown.
> Slow now causes heroes to walk in reverse.
I hope that this item continues to be overlooked so that it keeps getting unnecessary buffs.
All things said though, Rod of Atos is actually really good. I don't think it's ever a core item, but there are scenarios where its use is incredible. Everybody knows how potent Venomous Gale is. Well, imagine that except an even more deadly slow that lasts longer than the initial seconds of Venomous Gale with triple the range and zero chance of it being juked. With half the cooldown. The stats are very useful on every hero that isn't a carry, and the manacost is really low. The biggest problem with the item is that its overshadowed my Scythe of Vyse. A four second slow or a four (3.5) second disable. You have got to get this game early or don't get it at all. I really like this item on Silencer. It gives him chasing potential while giving a very nice boost to his damage and low hitpoints. If you're not doing so well, you could pick it up on heroes like Obsidian Destroyer or Invoker. Much easier to farm than a Sheepstick and its stats are arguably better. Really underrated, and I think Aui_2000 is the only person who gets it irregularly.
> Are there situations where other heroes besides intelligence heroes should build this item?
It's not that bad on Axe or Doom Bringer. Undying or Brewmaster could also make use of it. Agility heroes should generally avoid it though. I like it on Strength heroes cause it makes them even tougher and helps their manapool, which most Strength heroes tend to struggle with.
> Should this item be core on any hero? What situations should it be built and on what heroes?
I don't think it is a core item on any hero, as there are many situations where you would want it, and many situations where you would not. Against heroes that need to get in close to deal damage, it's incredibly useful. Against Weaver, Dark Seer, no. Build it on intelligence heroes or strength heroes that need to fix up their manapool if you need chasing potential or kite certain key heroes.
> Why doesn't this item see more play in the competitive scene?
It's just trends, really. It's biggest use is in early - mid game ganks, and if you can get it early, it's devastating. 1200 range is huge, and will easily punish heroes out of position. Really good for snowballing, not so much for coming back. Just underrated, and a little more situational than most teams would like, I suppose. Still not enough to be never seen in competitive light, but I digress.
tl;dr:
Situational, but very underrated.
| DotA2 | t5_2s580 | cdsw4fp | 6.80
>
> Removed cooldown.
> Slow now causes heroes to walk in reverse.
I hope that this item continues to be overlooked so that it keeps getting unnecessary buffs.
All things said though, Rod of Atos is actually really good. I don't think it's ever a core item, but there are scenarios where its use is incredible. Everybody knows how potent Venomous Gale is. Well, imagine that except an even more deadly slow that lasts longer than the initial seconds of Venomous Gale with triple the range and zero chance of it being juked. With half the cooldown. The stats are very useful on every hero that isn't a carry, and the manacost is really low. The biggest problem with the item is that its overshadowed my Scythe of Vyse. A four second slow or a four (3.5) second disable. You have got to get this game early or don't get it at all. I really like this item on Silencer. It gives him chasing potential while giving a very nice boost to his damage and low hitpoints. If you're not doing so well, you could pick it up on heroes like Obsidian Destroyer or Invoker. Much easier to farm than a Sheepstick and its stats are arguably better. Really underrated, and I think Aui_2000 is the only person who gets it irregularly.
> Are there situations where other heroes besides intelligence heroes should build this item?
It's not that bad on Axe or Doom Bringer. Undying or Brewmaster could also make use of it. Agility heroes should generally avoid it though. I like it on Strength heroes cause it makes them even tougher and helps their manapool, which most Strength heroes tend to struggle with.
> Should this item be core on any hero? What situations should it be built and on what heroes?
I don't think it is a core item on any hero, as there are many situations where you would want it, and many situations where you would not. Against heroes that need to get in close to deal damage, it's incredibly useful. Against Weaver, Dark Seer, no. Build it on intelligence heroes or strength heroes that need to fix up their manapool if you need chasing potential or kite certain key heroes.
> Why doesn't this item see more play in the competitive scene?
It's just trends, really. It's biggest use is in early - mid game ganks, and if you can get it early, it's devastating. 1200 range is huge, and will easily punish heroes out of position. Really good for snowballing, not so much for coming back. Just underrated, and a little more situational than most teams would like, I suppose. Still not enough to be never seen in competitive light, but I digress. | Situational, but very underrated. |
I_AM_WASTED_AMA | There more you learn, the more you become aware of how *little* you actually know. With every fact that you learn, you realize that there is an infinite amount of ways in which you *could* know more about stuff related to that fact. But you'll never learn all of it.
TLDR; no | There more you learn, the more you become aware of how little you actually know. With every fact that you learn, you realize that there is an infinite amount of ways in which you could know more about stuff related to that fact. But you'll never learn all of it.
TLDR; no
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdtbtgk | There more you learn, the more you become aware of how little you actually know. With every fact that you learn, you realize that there is an infinite amount of ways in which you could know more about stuff related to that fact. But you'll never learn all of it. | no |
Lost_Afropick | [Black](
But reading some of your responses I see you (and others) have a problem with the term African American. This is a strange Redditism I've found. I've no idea why it upsets white Redditers so much.
African American is a specific group of people. Like Irish American or Italian American. Nobody is confused by a Bostonian saying he's Irish American. Nobody needs to go pointing out that some black people live in Ireland and so on. We KNOW what we mean when we say Irish American. If an American Irishman wants to assert his St Patricks day culture and songs Redditors join in and have no problem. But let a black guy with American ancestry talk about his culture as an African American you jump all over the term and get mad. It's really quite simple. To describe what somebody looks like an Irish American is white. An African American is black. That's what they look like. The other term is their cultural identity. There is no confusion. Just people pushing an agenda. And it's easy to see through.
African American was coined as part of the long ongoing pan-African movement decades ago to black Africans and their descendants all around the world. A common sense of identity. African American is a cultural identifier that links AA to their past in the same way Italian Americans cling to theirs. Everybody needs that. Obviously African Americans had theirs stolen so they can't call themselves Nigerian Americans or Senegalese Americans because they don't know. African Americans are a specific people with a specific history that's entirely their own. They're black yes, but they're also African American. Nobody says European American because European Americans have the luxury of being more specific. They're WASPS or German Americans or Irish, Italian etc... They're all white but comfortable with all those descriptors of culture. Except African American. Oh no, not that... we HATE THAT.... it's political correctness. Transparent Redditors.
TL;DR you all know what people mean by African American so stop playing it as political correctness (which coincidently is not an evil phrase). Black is fine as a descriptor of what somebody looks like. African American or Irish American are fine to describe somebody's ethnicity.
| [Black](
But reading some of your responses I see you (and others) have a problem with the term African American. This is a strange Redditism I've found. I've no idea why it upsets white Redditers so much.
African American is a specific group of people. Like Irish American or Italian American. Nobody is confused by a Bostonian saying he's Irish American. Nobody needs to go pointing out that some black people live in Ireland and so on. We KNOW what we mean when we say Irish American. If an American Irishman wants to assert his St Patricks day culture and songs Redditors join in and have no problem. But let a black guy with American ancestry talk about his culture as an African American you jump all over the term and get mad. It's really quite simple. To describe what somebody looks like an Irish American is white. An African American is black. That's what they look like. The other term is their cultural identity. There is no confusion. Just people pushing an agenda. And it's easy to see through.
African American was coined as part of the long ongoing pan-African movement decades ago to black Africans and their descendants all around the world. A common sense of identity. African American is a cultural identifier that links AA to their past in the same way Italian Americans cling to theirs. Everybody needs that. Obviously African Americans had theirs stolen so they can't call themselves Nigerian Americans or Senegalese Americans because they don't know. African Americans are a specific people with a specific history that's entirely their own. They're black yes, but they're also African American. Nobody says European American because European Americans have the luxury of being more specific. They're WASPS or German Americans or Irish, Italian etc... They're all white but comfortable with all those descriptors of culture. Except African American. Oh no, not that... we HATE THAT.... it's political correctness. Transparent Redditors.
TL;DR you all know what people mean by African American so stop playing it as political correctness (which coincidently is not an evil phrase). Black is fine as a descriptor of what somebody looks like. African American or Irish American are fine to describe somebody's ethnicity.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdtdbvy | Black](
But reading some of your responses I see you (and others) have a problem with the term African American. This is a strange Redditism I've found. I've no idea why it upsets white Redditers so much.
African American is a specific group of people. Like Irish American or Italian American. Nobody is confused by a Bostonian saying he's Irish American. Nobody needs to go pointing out that some black people live in Ireland and so on. We KNOW what we mean when we say Irish American. If an American Irishman wants to assert his St Patricks day culture and songs Redditors join in and have no problem. But let a black guy with American ancestry talk about his culture as an African American you jump all over the term and get mad. It's really quite simple. To describe what somebody looks like an Irish American is white. An African American is black. That's what they look like. The other term is their cultural identity. There is no confusion. Just people pushing an agenda. And it's easy to see through.
African American was coined as part of the long ongoing pan-African movement decades ago to black Africans and their descendants all around the world. A common sense of identity. African American is a cultural identifier that links AA to their past in the same way Italian Americans cling to theirs. Everybody needs that. Obviously African Americans had theirs stolen so they can't call themselves Nigerian Americans or Senegalese Americans because they don't know. African Americans are a specific people with a specific history that's entirely their own. They're black yes, but they're also African American. Nobody says European American because European Americans have the luxury of being more specific. They're WASPS or German Americans or Irish, Italian etc... They're all white but comfortable with all those descriptors of culture. Except African American. Oh no, not that... we HATE THAT.... it's political correctness. Transparent Redditors. | you all know what people mean by African American so stop playing it as political correctness (which coincidently is not an evil phrase). Black is fine as a descriptor of what somebody looks like. African American or Irish American are fine to describe somebody's ethnicity. |
Cielo11 | The most fun I had with the game was competing, in daily tournaments. I love competing against others its what drives me to get better, normally I wouldnt touch a starcraft type game, but the MLG events made it look like a seriously fun game to play versus other people. I didn't start doing tournaments till I was high diamond on ladder. Usually Diamond/Masters events. Soon got better got up to Masters on ladder and was in the Masters/GM section of events. Felt good to finally be at that point even though the GM's wrecked me when I meet them. To me I only play for the competition, because in Starcraft thats all there really is. Its not like WoW where you could grind rare gear and have a power full toon, and never step foot anywhere near player vs player.
**TL:DR** For me getting high in ladder gave me more confidence to compete in tournaments, I found that a really fun experience when, winning an event or playing Masters/GM in competition was on the line, rather than ladder points. | The most fun I had with the game was competing, in daily tournaments. I love competing against others its what drives me to get better, normally I wouldnt touch a starcraft type game, but the MLG events made it look like a seriously fun game to play versus other people. I didn't start doing tournaments till I was high diamond on ladder. Usually Diamond/Masters events. Soon got better got up to Masters on ladder and was in the Masters/GM section of events. Felt good to finally be at that point even though the GM's wrecked me when I meet them. To me I only play for the competition, because in Starcraft thats all there really is. Its not like WoW where you could grind rare gear and have a power full toon, and never step foot anywhere near player vs player.
TL:DR For me getting high in ladder gave me more confidence to compete in tournaments, I found that a really fun experience when, winning an event or playing Masters/GM in competition was on the line, rather than ladder points.
| starcraft | t5_2qpp6 | cdtj7q0 | The most fun I had with the game was competing, in daily tournaments. I love competing against others its what drives me to get better, normally I wouldnt touch a starcraft type game, but the MLG events made it look like a seriously fun game to play versus other people. I didn't start doing tournaments till I was high diamond on ladder. Usually Diamond/Masters events. Soon got better got up to Masters on ladder and was in the Masters/GM section of events. Felt good to finally be at that point even though the GM's wrecked me when I meet them. To me I only play for the competition, because in Starcraft thats all there really is. Its not like WoW where you could grind rare gear and have a power full toon, and never step foot anywhere near player vs player. | For me getting high in ladder gave me more confidence to compete in tournaments, I found that a really fun experience when, winning an event or playing Masters/GM in competition was on the line, rather than ladder points. |
JPSpiller | As an OpTic fan, I've been tuning into his 2v2 GB streams as of late, and he seems like a really nice guy. That's a major part if you're going to be playing on a team, and he seems to mesh well with Scump and NaDe. He's constantly audible on the mic, calling out plays, and speaking his thoughts on the situations in-game. He's basically a perfect fit for OpTic now that he brightened his personality. Obviously, OpTic aren't going to drop anyone from their roster (only option, as much as I hate to say it, is BigT). JKap literally just changed his entire life to compete with OpTic, and it would be terrible for him to get dropped.
TL;DR - It would be great to have Killa on OpTic, but it's never going to happen in the near future. | As an OpTic fan, I've been tuning into his 2v2 GB streams as of late, and he seems like a really nice guy. That's a major part if you're going to be playing on a team, and he seems to mesh well with Scump and NaDe. He's constantly audible on the mic, calling out plays, and speaking his thoughts on the situations in-game. He's basically a perfect fit for OpTic now that he brightened his personality. Obviously, OpTic aren't going to drop anyone from their roster (only option, as much as I hate to say it, is BigT). JKap literally just changed his entire life to compete with OpTic, and it would be terrible for him to get dropped.
TL;DR - It would be great to have Killa on OpTic, but it's never going to happen in the near future.
| CoDCompetitive | t5_2tvg8 | cdtp27a | As an OpTic fan, I've been tuning into his 2v2 GB streams as of late, and he seems like a really nice guy. That's a major part if you're going to be playing on a team, and he seems to mesh well with Scump and NaDe. He's constantly audible on the mic, calling out plays, and speaking his thoughts on the situations in-game. He's basically a perfect fit for OpTic now that he brightened his personality. Obviously, OpTic aren't going to drop anyone from their roster (only option, as much as I hate to say it, is BigT). JKap literally just changed his entire life to compete with OpTic, and it would be terrible for him to get dropped. | It would be great to have Killa on OpTic, but it's never going to happen in the near future. |
nota999 | Rumor has it that they were just one day away from mastering spacetravel, and another year away from FTL drives when the Library burned down. We could be Star Trek! | Rumor has it that they were just one day away from mastering spacetravel, and another year away from FTL drives when the Library burned down. We could be Star Trek!
| badhistory | t5_2wo26 | cdu0js6 | Rumor has it that they were just one day away from mastering spacetravel, and another year away from F | ives when the Library burned down. We could be Star Trek! |
cmvpostr | Why have less respect for someone just because she chooses a less-demanding lifestyle?
I respect people who have the rationality and self-awareness to admit that they work not because they *want* to but because, at the end of the day, somebody needs to pay the mortgage. They can admit that they were born, and will likely remain trapped, in objectively drab lives, and that the work they do is often unimportant and uninteresting. They can admit these things without feeling depressed -- "work is shitty" is just one of those regrettable facts of life, like "delicious foods have too many calories" and "people get macheted in Africa." You can still find happiness against the backdrop of these facts. If you are a centered, self-aware, well-adjusted person, finding happiness against the backdrop of these facts becomes a central life goal.
For some people -- myself included -- working, while shitty, is still more appealing than child-rearing. But others have different preferences. And I respect the people who can acknowledge, and act upon their *actual* preferences rather than clinging to silly narratives like: "I'm just the kind of person who loves working hard!" Pshaw. No you're not.
**TL;DR** You should respect people who are able to do what makes them happy, not what they think *ought* to make them happy. For some people, that means raising kids. | Why have less respect for someone just because she chooses a less-demanding lifestyle?
I respect people who have the rationality and self-awareness to admit that they work not because they want to but because, at the end of the day, somebody needs to pay the mortgage. They can admit that they were born, and will likely remain trapped, in objectively drab lives, and that the work they do is often unimportant and uninteresting. They can admit these things without feeling depressed -- "work is shitty" is just one of those regrettable facts of life, like "delicious foods have too many calories" and "people get macheted in Africa." You can still find happiness against the backdrop of these facts. If you are a centered, self-aware, well-adjusted person, finding happiness against the backdrop of these facts becomes a central life goal.
For some people -- myself included -- working, while shitty, is still more appealing than child-rearing. But others have different preferences. And I respect the people who can acknowledge, and act upon their actual preferences rather than clinging to silly narratives like: "I'm just the kind of person who loves working hard!" Pshaw. No you're not.
TL;DR You should respect people who are able to do what makes them happy, not what they think ought to make them happy. For some people, that means raising kids.
| changemyview | t5_2w2s8 | cdtpj5t | Why have less respect for someone just because she chooses a less-demanding lifestyle?
I respect people who have the rationality and self-awareness to admit that they work not because they want to but because, at the end of the day, somebody needs to pay the mortgage. They can admit that they were born, and will likely remain trapped, in objectively drab lives, and that the work they do is often unimportant and uninteresting. They can admit these things without feeling depressed -- "work is shitty" is just one of those regrettable facts of life, like "delicious foods have too many calories" and "people get macheted in Africa." You can still find happiness against the backdrop of these facts. If you are a centered, self-aware, well-adjusted person, finding happiness against the backdrop of these facts becomes a central life goal.
For some people -- myself included -- working, while shitty, is still more appealing than child-rearing. But others have different preferences. And I respect the people who can acknowledge, and act upon their actual preferences rather than clinging to silly narratives like: "I'm just the kind of person who loves working hard!" Pshaw. No you're not. | You should respect people who are able to do what makes them happy, not what they think ought to make them happy. For some people, that means raising kids. |
hawkens85 | Building ops technician here. Jumping up and down in an elevator will set off a balance alarm and cause the elevator to shut down on safety until it's reset by a technician.
If you were actually physically able to snap one of the cables with your jumping (which is highly unlikely), remember that each cable is capable of supporting the entire car, fully loaded, by itself. Each car usually has 3-5 cables.
In the event of you being superhuman enough to break all cables, most newer elevator are equipped with a pneumatic stop at the bottom of the shaft. It's designed to absorb most of the impact. A technician I know was in one when it fell 3 stories, he said it felt like a boom and then a slight let-down.
So basically, don't worry - elevators are super safe.
TL;DR: go ahead and bounce on the job, you're getting paid by the hour. | Building ops technician here. Jumping up and down in an elevator will set off a balance alarm and cause the elevator to shut down on safety until it's reset by a technician.
If you were actually physically able to snap one of the cables with your jumping (which is highly unlikely), remember that each cable is capable of supporting the entire car, fully loaded, by itself. Each car usually has 3-5 cables.
In the event of you being superhuman enough to break all cables, most newer elevator are equipped with a pneumatic stop at the bottom of the shaft. It's designed to absorb most of the impact. A technician I know was in one when it fell 3 stories, he said it felt like a boom and then a slight let-down.
So basically, don't worry - elevators are super safe.
TL;DR: go ahead and bounce on the job, you're getting paid by the hour.
| AdviceAnimals | t5_2s7tt | cdu5zxt | Building ops technician here. Jumping up and down in an elevator will set off a balance alarm and cause the elevator to shut down on safety until it's reset by a technician.
If you were actually physically able to snap one of the cables with your jumping (which is highly unlikely), remember that each cable is capable of supporting the entire car, fully loaded, by itself. Each car usually has 3-5 cables.
In the event of you being superhuman enough to break all cables, most newer elevator are equipped with a pneumatic stop at the bottom of the shaft. It's designed to absorb most of the impact. A technician I know was in one when it fell 3 stories, he said it felt like a boom and then a slight let-down.
So basically, don't worry - elevators are super safe. | go ahead and bounce on the job, you're getting paid by the hour. |
BuffMaltese | My 10 months of lifting experience has been similar (as far as often leaving the gym disappointed, not progressing like I think I'm supposed to, minimal gains over time etc). I got turned on to the right programs (LP, Compound etc) at the beginning. started 6' 180 about 20% bf, stayed there for a few months, realized I wasn't going to gain muscle and lose fat at the same time and cut down to 159, bulked too fast up to 174, and I'm about 171 now.
Possible reasons?
1) I'm 35 and was not active for about 14 years.
2) Huge flexibility issues that have led to poor form and injuries in DL and squat. I still can't perform a nice bodyweight squat, however, I'm not too bad with lifting shoes and a belt.
3) poor genetics. People are different. I've been putting in the work (I missed 1 workout in 10 months because I was camping). poor recovery capabilities
4) comparing myself to "best case scenarios" on the internet
5) started lifting at 20% bf. I need to put on muscle but at the same time need to get rid of belly fat. which leads to the following...
6) I personally have found that I need to eat at a surplus to progress with my strength but I will not lose an ounce of bf
7) Eating at a deficit I lose bf but my strength plummets. (So nutrition really is a key factor I guess, I just can't gain strength eating at maintenance or a deficit and I gain belly fat very easily at a surplus and I look like shit. This had led to me spinning my wheels a bit.
8) Low testosterone? I may get tested some day but I probably wouldn't be interested in taking anything, but it would be nice to know.
I'm 6' 171 lbs about 17-18% bf right now. I cut down to 159 a few months ago and transitioned into a disastrous bulk (14lbs 2 months).
Recently I've come to the conclusion that perhaps I just can't recover from full body lp novice programs (Squatting 3x a week) and switched to 5/3/1 a couple months ago. I did start gaining strength again. Though my strength is sort of inconsistent (I might of completed a set at a certain weight a few days ago doesn't mean I could do it now). But my best recent lifts are:
Bench 185x5 and 195x1, squat 215x8 and 235 x1, DL 270x3, OHP 120x5
I went from ICF 5x5-->ICF (cutting 3x5)---GreySkull-->ICF 5x5--->5/3/1 BBB
I'm just going to try to stay at a slight deficit until I'm at a bf I'm comfortable with and then really try to gain weight as slowly as possible this time.
TLDR Besides genetic uncontrollable factors, LP programs might not be for everyone or they hit their limit much faster than others at somewhat mediocre lifts. As soon as I switched off of them, even though I hadn't reached the standard goals that most people claim to obtain with them, I started gaining strength again. | My 10 months of lifting experience has been similar (as far as often leaving the gym disappointed, not progressing like I think I'm supposed to, minimal gains over time etc). I got turned on to the right programs (LP, Compound etc) at the beginning. started 6' 180 about 20% bf, stayed there for a few months, realized I wasn't going to gain muscle and lose fat at the same time and cut down to 159, bulked too fast up to 174, and I'm about 171 now.
Possible reasons?
1) I'm 35 and was not active for about 14 years.
2) Huge flexibility issues that have led to poor form and injuries in DL and squat. I still can't perform a nice bodyweight squat, however, I'm not too bad with lifting shoes and a belt.
3) poor genetics. People are different. I've been putting in the work (I missed 1 workout in 10 months because I was camping). poor recovery capabilities
4) comparing myself to "best case scenarios" on the internet
5) started lifting at 20% bf. I need to put on muscle but at the same time need to get rid of belly fat. which leads to the following...
6) I personally have found that I need to eat at a surplus to progress with my strength but I will not lose an ounce of bf
7) Eating at a deficit I lose bf but my strength plummets. (So nutrition really is a key factor I guess, I just can't gain strength eating at maintenance or a deficit and I gain belly fat very easily at a surplus and I look like shit. This had led to me spinning my wheels a bit.
8) Low testosterone? I may get tested some day but I probably wouldn't be interested in taking anything, but it would be nice to know.
I'm 6' 171 lbs about 17-18% bf right now. I cut down to 159 a few months ago and transitioned into a disastrous bulk (14lbs 2 months).
Recently I've come to the conclusion that perhaps I just can't recover from full body lp novice programs (Squatting 3x a week) and switched to 5/3/1 a couple months ago. I did start gaining strength again. Though my strength is sort of inconsistent (I might of completed a set at a certain weight a few days ago doesn't mean I could do it now). But my best recent lifts are:
Bench 185x5 and 195x1, squat 215x8 and 235 x1, DL 270x3, OHP 120x5
I went from ICF 5x5-->ICF (cutting 3x5)---GreySkull-->ICF 5x5--->5/3/1 BBB
I'm just going to try to stay at a slight deficit until I'm at a bf I'm comfortable with and then really try to gain weight as slowly as possible this time.
TLDR Besides genetic uncontrollable factors, LP programs might not be for everyone or they hit their limit much faster than others at somewhat mediocre lifts. As soon as I switched off of them, even though I hadn't reached the standard goals that most people claim to obtain with them, I started gaining strength again.
| Fitness | t5_2qhx4 | cdugfny | My 10 months of lifting experience has been similar (as far as often leaving the gym disappointed, not progressing like I think I'm supposed to, minimal gains over time etc). I got turned on to the right programs (LP, Compound etc) at the beginning. started 6' 180 about 20% bf, stayed there for a few months, realized I wasn't going to gain muscle and lose fat at the same time and cut down to 159, bulked too fast up to 174, and I'm about 171 now.
Possible reasons?
1) I'm 35 and was not active for about 14 years.
2) Huge flexibility issues that have led to poor form and injuries in DL and squat. I still can't perform a nice bodyweight squat, however, I'm not too bad with lifting shoes and a belt.
3) poor genetics. People are different. I've been putting in the work (I missed 1 workout in 10 months because I was camping). poor recovery capabilities
4) comparing myself to "best case scenarios" on the internet
5) started lifting at 20% bf. I need to put on muscle but at the same time need to get rid of belly fat. which leads to the following...
6) I personally have found that I need to eat at a surplus to progress with my strength but I will not lose an ounce of bf
7) Eating at a deficit I lose bf but my strength plummets. (So nutrition really is a key factor I guess, I just can't gain strength eating at maintenance or a deficit and I gain belly fat very easily at a surplus and I look like shit. This had led to me spinning my wheels a bit.
8) Low testosterone? I may get tested some day but I probably wouldn't be interested in taking anything, but it would be nice to know.
I'm 6' 171 lbs about 17-18% bf right now. I cut down to 159 a few months ago and transitioned into a disastrous bulk (14lbs 2 months).
Recently I've come to the conclusion that perhaps I just can't recover from full body lp novice programs (Squatting 3x a week) and switched to 5/3/1 a couple months ago. I did start gaining strength again. Though my strength is sort of inconsistent (I might of completed a set at a certain weight a few days ago doesn't mean I could do it now). But my best recent lifts are:
Bench 185x5 and 195x1, squat 215x8 and 235 x1, DL 270x3, OHP 120x5
I went from ICF 5x5-->ICF (cutting 3x5)---GreySkull-->ICF 5x5--->5/3/1 BBB
I'm just going to try to stay at a slight deficit until I'm at a bf I'm comfortable with and then really try to gain weight as slowly as possible this time. | Besides genetic uncontrollable factors, LP programs might not be for everyone or they hit their limit much faster than others at somewhat mediocre lifts. As soon as I switched off of them, even though I hadn't reached the standard goals that most people claim to obtain with them, I started gaining strength again. |
quack_duck | I'm actually conflicted as to whether or not your body or your comments are hotter. You post high resolution pictures of your well-posed gorgeous body, then follow it up with a variety of sharp and witty comments, interspersed by subtle (or sometimes unsubtle) nerdery, all laced with a fun sense of sexiness.
TL;DR You're hot and I like you. | I'm actually conflicted as to whether or not your body or your comments are hotter. You post high resolution pictures of your well-posed gorgeous body, then follow it up with a variety of sharp and witty comments, interspersed by subtle (or sometimes unsubtle) nerdery, all laced with a fun sense of sexiness.
TL;DR You're hot and I like you.
| gonewild | t5_2qq5c | cdun2yg | I'm actually conflicted as to whether or not your body or your comments are hotter. You post high resolution pictures of your well-posed gorgeous body, then follow it up with a variety of sharp and witty comments, interspersed by subtle (or sometimes unsubtle) nerdery, all laced with a fun sense of sexiness. | You're hot and I like you. |
Branzilla91 | REMEMBER WHEN WE BEAT YOU WITH ZAC LEE AND CODY GREEN AT QUARTERBACK? WHEN OUR ONLY TOUCHDOWN CAME AFTER AMUKAMARA RETURNED AN INTERCEPTION INSIDE THE FIVE, WHICH IS COINCIDENTALLY THE AMOUNT OF INTERCEPTIONS LANDRY JONES THREW IN THE GAME?
TL;DR YOU LOST TO ONE OF THE WORST NEBRASKA OFFENSES IN SCHOOL HISTORY. | REMEMBER WHEN WE BEAT YOU WITH ZAC LEE AND CODY GREEN AT QUARTERBACK? WHEN OUR ONLY TOUCHDOWN CAME AFTER AMUKAMARA RETURNED AN INTERCEPTION INSIDE THE FIVE, WHICH IS COINCIDENTALLY THE AMOUNT OF INTERCEPTIONS LANDRY JONES THREW IN THE GAME?
TL;DR YOU LOST TO ONE OF THE WORST NEBRASKA OFFENSES IN SCHOOL HISTORY.
| CFB | t5_2qm9d | cdu9fto | REMEMBER WHEN WE BEAT YOU WITH ZAC LEE AND CODY GREEN AT QUARTERBACK? WHEN OUR ONLY TOUCHDOWN CAME AFTER AMUKAMARA RETURNED AN INTERCEPTION INSIDE THE FIVE, WHICH IS COINCIDENTALLY THE AMOUNT OF INTERCEPTIONS LANDRY JONES THREW IN THE GAME? | YOU LOST TO ONE OF THE WORST NEBRASKA OFFENSES IN SCHOOL HISTORY. |
ICUHadji | SINCE THE LIKELY MATCH UP IS OU AND OREGON IN THE ALAMO BOWL, YES. BACK WHEN I WAS IN THE ARMY, 4 GUYS IN MY PLATOON OF 15 WERE OU FANS. THE RADIO CHATTER WAS CONSTANTLY "BOOMER" THEN 3 SECONDS LATER "SOONER!" I DON'T KNOW WHAT WAS MORE ANNOYING, THE PHRASE ITSELF, OR THE ANNOYINGLY SLOW BREAK IN BETWEEN.
**TL;DR** MORE LIKE JOKLAHOMA RIGHT? | SINCE THE LIKELY MATCH UP IS OU AND OREGON IN THE ALAMO BOWL, YES. BACK WHEN I WAS IN THE ARMY, 4 GUYS IN MY PLATOON OF 15 WERE OU FANS. THE RADIO CHATTER WAS CONSTANTLY "BOOMER" THEN 3 SECONDS LATER "SOONER!" I DON'T KNOW WHAT WAS MORE ANNOYING, THE PHRASE ITSELF, OR THE ANNOYINGLY SLOW BREAK IN BETWEEN.
TL;DR MORE LIKE JOKLAHOMA RIGHT?
| CFB | t5_2qm9d | cdue6cq | SINCE THE LIKELY MATCH UP IS OU AND OREGON IN THE ALAMO BOWL, YES. BACK WHEN I WAS IN THE ARMY, 4 GUYS IN MY PLATOON OF 15 WERE OU FANS. THE RADIO CHATTER WAS CONSTANTLY "BOOMER" THEN 3 SECONDS LATER "SOONER!" I DON'T KNOW WHAT WAS MORE ANNOYING, THE PHRASE ITSELF, OR THE ANNOYINGLY SLOW BREAK IN BETWEEN. | MORE LIKE JOKLAHOMA RIGHT? |
Kaluthir | YOUR GEORGIA EDUCATION APPARENTLY DIDN'T GRANT YOU READING COMPREHENSION SKILLS. LET ME BREAK IT DOWN FOR YOU: MOST AUBURN STUDENTS GET DEGREES THAT ARE IN HIGH DEMAND. THIS IS WHY OUR ALUMNI CAN BECOME ASTRONAUTS AND THE CEO OF APPLE. MOST GEORGIA STUDENTS GET LIBERAL ARTS DEGREES. THESE ARE NOT IN HIGH DEMAND, WHICH IS WHY A UGA GRAD MAKES MY BURRITOS AT CHIPOTLE.
TL;DR: IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE FOR A UGA FAN TO MAKE FUN OF AUBURN GRADS FOR WORKING MINIMUM WAGE JOBS SINCE THE UGA GRADS ARE MORE LIKELY TO WORK THOSE JOBS. | YOUR GEORGIA EDUCATION APPARENTLY DIDN'T GRANT YOU READING COMPREHENSION SKILLS. LET ME BREAK IT DOWN FOR YOU: MOST AUBURN STUDENTS GET DEGREES THAT ARE IN HIGH DEMAND. THIS IS WHY OUR ALUMNI CAN BECOME ASTRONAUTS AND THE CEO OF APPLE. MOST GEORGIA STUDENTS GET LIBERAL ARTS DEGREES. THESE ARE NOT IN HIGH DEMAND, WHICH IS WHY A UGA GRAD MAKES MY BURRITOS AT CHIPOTLE.
TL;DR: IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE FOR A UGA FAN TO MAKE FUN OF AUBURN GRADS FOR WORKING MINIMUM WAGE JOBS SINCE THE UGA GRADS ARE MORE LIKELY TO WORK THOSE JOBS.
| CFB | t5_2qm9d | cdumxzt | YOUR GEORGIA EDUCATION APPARENTLY DIDN'T GRANT YOU READING COMPREHENSION SKILLS. LET ME BREAK IT DOWN FOR YOU: MOST AUBURN STUDENTS GET DEGREES THAT ARE IN HIGH DEMAND. THIS IS WHY OUR ALUMNI CAN BECOME ASTRONAUTS AND THE CEO OF APPLE. MOST GEORGIA STUDENTS GET LIBERAL ARTS DEGREES. THESE ARE NOT IN HIGH DEMAND, WHICH IS WHY A UGA GRAD MAKES MY BURRITOS AT CHIPOTLE. | IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE FOR A UGA FAN TO MAKE FUN OF AUBURN GRADS FOR WORKING MINIMUM WAGE JOBS SINCE THE UGA GRADS ARE MORE LIKELY TO WORK THOSE JOBS. |
xredbaron62x | I was about 16 and had a crush on a girl at my school. OF course my dad found out and was asking me about her. I ended up telling him she worked at the grocery store in the town over.
Fast forward about a week and we were grocery shopping. Of course we end up having to go into her checkout lane and my dad starts hitting on her. He then realizes she was the girl I had a crush on and says; "you two would make great babies."
I skipped school the next day out of embarrassment and didn't talk to my dad for a week.
TL;DR My dad hit on a high school crush of mine. | I was about 16 and had a crush on a girl at my school. OF course my dad found out and was asking me about her. I ended up telling him she worked at the grocery store in the town over.
Fast forward about a week and we were grocery shopping. Of course we end up having to go into her checkout lane and my dad starts hitting on her. He then realizes she was the girl I had a crush on and says; "you two would make great babies."
I skipped school the next day out of embarrassment and didn't talk to my dad for a week.
TL;DR My dad hit on a high school crush of mine.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdujfxc | I was about 16 and had a crush on a girl at my school. OF course my dad found out and was asking me about her. I ended up telling him she worked at the grocery store in the town over.
Fast forward about a week and we were grocery shopping. Of course we end up having to go into her checkout lane and my dad starts hitting on her. He then realizes she was the girl I had a crush on and says; "you two would make great babies."
I skipped school the next day out of embarrassment and didn't talk to my dad for a week. | My dad hit on a high school crush of mine. |
EloraNight | Rant time.
Both my parents have dirty-blonde, bushy hair. The hair is not quite wavy, not quite curly, some sort of uncomfortable mix that seemed to be popular back in the 80's and 90's. When they combined genes, my hair decided to take the fluffiness, bushiness, general bigness, and multiply it. By four.
I wouldn't say I have an Afro. It isn't cool enough for that. What I have is a mess or blonde-brown twigs that get into an unbearable knot every five minutes, that fizz and spazz like some unholy being in lightest humidity, and that creates enough static electricity to shock me every fucking time I try to untangle it with a comb.
I tried to cut it once, to have it short. Then it turned into an Afro, if an Afro could be attached to a white chick. Do I keep it long. Not long-enough-to-touch-down-there long, but longer then most people do.
It attracts older women. I don't just mean in passing, every now and they. I can walk though the mall, and I guarantee you some elderly lady will shuffle from across the mall, hurrying with her walker, until she finally comes to a rest in front of me. And what will she say?
"You have such nice hair, dearie!"
What else can I reply with besides thank you?
TL;DR:
My hair is a fucking mess, but old ladies find it incredibly attractive. | Rant time.
Both my parents have dirty-blonde, bushy hair. The hair is not quite wavy, not quite curly, some sort of uncomfortable mix that seemed to be popular back in the 80's and 90's. When they combined genes, my hair decided to take the fluffiness, bushiness, general bigness, and multiply it. By four.
I wouldn't say I have an Afro. It isn't cool enough for that. What I have is a mess or blonde-brown twigs that get into an unbearable knot every five minutes, that fizz and spazz like some unholy being in lightest humidity, and that creates enough static electricity to shock me every fucking time I try to untangle it with a comb.
I tried to cut it once, to have it short. Then it turned into an Afro, if an Afro could be attached to a white chick. Do I keep it long. Not long-enough-to-touch-down-there long, but longer then most people do.
It attracts older women. I don't just mean in passing, every now and they. I can walk though the mall, and I guarantee you some elderly lady will shuffle from across the mall, hurrying with her walker, until she finally comes to a rest in front of me. And what will she say?
"You have such nice hair, dearie!"
What else can I reply with besides thank you?
TL;DR:
My hair is a fucking mess, but old ladies find it incredibly attractive.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdv6oni | Rant time.
Both my parents have dirty-blonde, bushy hair. The hair is not quite wavy, not quite curly, some sort of uncomfortable mix that seemed to be popular back in the 80's and 90's. When they combined genes, my hair decided to take the fluffiness, bushiness, general bigness, and multiply it. By four.
I wouldn't say I have an Afro. It isn't cool enough for that. What I have is a mess or blonde-brown twigs that get into an unbearable knot every five minutes, that fizz and spazz like some unholy being in lightest humidity, and that creates enough static electricity to shock me every fucking time I try to untangle it with a comb.
I tried to cut it once, to have it short. Then it turned into an Afro, if an Afro could be attached to a white chick. Do I keep it long. Not long-enough-to-touch-down-there long, but longer then most people do.
It attracts older women. I don't just mean in passing, every now and they. I can walk though the mall, and I guarantee you some elderly lady will shuffle from across the mall, hurrying with her walker, until she finally comes to a rest in front of me. And what will she say?
"You have such nice hair, dearie!"
What else can I reply with besides thank you? | My hair is a fucking mess, but old ladies find it incredibly attractive. |
WillyPickens | You're caught up on the wrong thing... you want them to say Ruggedly Handsome, or groin grabbingly good looking. But girls don't say shit like that they use the word cute. it likely means you have a chance with them so stop getting all hung up on words and get some son.
TLDR; I used to burn over getting called cute by girls too. Til I learned it meant that I could score. | You're caught up on the wrong thing... you want them to say Ruggedly Handsome, or groin grabbingly good looking. But girls don't say shit like that they use the word cute. it likely means you have a chance with them so stop getting all hung up on words and get some son.
TLDR; I used to burn over getting called cute by girls too. Til I learned it meant that I could score.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdvaf9j | You're caught up on the wrong thing... you want them to say Ruggedly Handsome, or groin grabbingly good looking. But girls don't say shit like that they use the word cute. it likely means you have a chance with them so stop getting all hung up on words and get some son. | I used to burn over getting called cute by girls too. Til I learned it meant that I could score. |
ramesali786 | Comes off as a bit pompous/overly written to me. And it seems way too much of a stream of consciousness for an article in the paper. It's more of an overly written blog post than anything else, in my opinion. It seems like he's trying a little too hard, like he's trying to make a "Jeff Daniels on the Newsroom" kind of impact.
TL:DR Cheesy, overly written, too much passive voice | Comes off as a bit pompous/overly written to me. And it seems way too much of a stream of consciousness for an article in the paper. It's more of an overly written blog post than anything else, in my opinion. It seems like he's trying a little too hard, like he's trying to make a "Jeff Daniels on the Newsroom" kind of impact.
TL:DR Cheesy, overly written, too much passive voice
| CFB | t5_2qm9d | cdvlu9h | Comes off as a bit pompous/overly written to me. And it seems way too much of a stream of consciousness for an article in the paper. It's more of an overly written blog post than anything else, in my opinion. It seems like he's trying a little too hard, like he's trying to make a "Jeff Daniels on the Newsroom" kind of impact. | Cheesy, overly written, too much passive voice |
arronaxx88 | > Which leads to uncertainty from the consumer
This isn't necessarily a bad thing. That uncertainty can lead to more revenue. Imagine this: SOE states, that a quadruple SC event will take place in January. Will you purchase now? Propably you and many other people will wait for the big deal. With the uncertainty though, people are more prone to accept the lower offers and buy now (because of uncertainty of future deals) **AND** in January (when they would be completely surprised by such a wonderful deal).
**TL;DR: If SOE would communicate those deals better, they would propably lose money (depending on their price-demand-functions)**
| > Which leads to uncertainty from the consumer
This isn't necessarily a bad thing. That uncertainty can lead to more revenue. Imagine this: SOE states, that a quadruple SC event will take place in January. Will you purchase now? Propably you and many other people will wait for the big deal. With the uncertainty though, people are more prone to accept the lower offers and buy now (because of uncertainty of future deals) AND in January (when they would be completely surprised by such a wonderful deal).
TL;DR: If SOE would communicate those deals better, they would propably lose money (depending on their price-demand-functions)
| Planetside | t5_2s48x | cdvhao1 | Which leads to uncertainty from the consumer
This isn't necessarily a bad thing. That uncertainty can lead to more revenue. Imagine this: SOE states, that a quadruple SC event will take place in January. Will you purchase now? Propably you and many other people will wait for the big deal. With the uncertainty though, people are more prone to accept the lower offers and buy now (because of uncertainty of future deals) AND in January (when they would be completely surprised by such a wonderful deal). | If SOE would communicate those deals better, they would propably lose money (depending on their price-demand-functions) |
kriswone | > It's not like the previous owner is going to be playing online.
I was replying to that specifically, because even if previous owner was to play gta:o it would have no impact on anything.
**TL;DR**
i.e. you play gta:o as YOU, the disc just lets you actually play it. | > It's not like the previous owner is going to be playing online.
I was replying to that specifically, because even if previous owner was to play gta:o it would have no impact on anything.
TL;DR
i.e. you play gta:o as YOU, the disc just lets you actually play it.
| GrandTheftAutoV | t5_2t0xk | cdv9e8k | It's not like the previous owner is going to be playing online.
I was replying to that specifically, because even if previous owner was to play gta:o it would have no impact on anything. | i.e. you play gta:o as YOU, the disc just lets you actually play it. |
Redphobia | There are two things I dislike about the lgbt community. Feel free to argue and persuade my point of view.
My biggest concern for a while was fighting for gay marriage. It's not that I'm against gay marriage, I was against the movement to fight for it. In my opinion, gay marriage would not have done much for anyone except the older generation of gays who would have solved their legal complications of being with their SO. I was also against the people holding such a high regard to the concept of marriage. A piece of paper is not needed to have a ceremony of two people who devote their lives to one another.
My final point I want to make is that I tend to respect those who are against my goal for equality. If it wasn't for this group of people, we wouldn't be able to make allies. Their amount of distaste for one group became big enough to the point that it got us the media coverage we needed to jump start a fight towards equality. I bring this up because I really hate it when a gay person tends to belittle someone else for having a different point of view.
tl;dr: I was not for the push for gay marriage and I respect our enemies | There are two things I dislike about the lgbt community. Feel free to argue and persuade my point of view.
My biggest concern for a while was fighting for gay marriage. It's not that I'm against gay marriage, I was against the movement to fight for it. In my opinion, gay marriage would not have done much for anyone except the older generation of gays who would have solved their legal complications of being with their SO. I was also against the people holding such a high regard to the concept of marriage. A piece of paper is not needed to have a ceremony of two people who devote their lives to one another.
My final point I want to make is that I tend to respect those who are against my goal for equality. If it wasn't for this group of people, we wouldn't be able to make allies. Their amount of distaste for one group became big enough to the point that it got us the media coverage we needed to jump start a fight towards equality. I bring this up because I really hate it when a gay person tends to belittle someone else for having a different point of view.
tl;dr: I was not for the push for gay marriage and I respect our enemies
| gaymers | t5_2s9n5 | cdvkox0 | There are two things I dislike about the lgbt community. Feel free to argue and persuade my point of view.
My biggest concern for a while was fighting for gay marriage. It's not that I'm against gay marriage, I was against the movement to fight for it. In my opinion, gay marriage would not have done much for anyone except the older generation of gays who would have solved their legal complications of being with their SO. I was also against the people holding such a high regard to the concept of marriage. A piece of paper is not needed to have a ceremony of two people who devote their lives to one another.
My final point I want to make is that I tend to respect those who are against my goal for equality. If it wasn't for this group of people, we wouldn't be able to make allies. Their amount of distaste for one group became big enough to the point that it got us the media coverage we needed to jump start a fight towards equality. I bring this up because I really hate it when a gay person tends to belittle someone else for having a different point of view. | I was not for the push for gay marriage and I respect our enemies |
KNIGHTjo | I get grilled for this all the time. It's easy for what I call "baby gays"--that age when you're first coming out, but before you have a really solid idea of who you are as a person, so as a generalization, less than age 20--to reach out and grasp onto the ideas and spectacles of "Pride," and mold their impressionable minds and personalities to conform to those spectacles, rather than understanding the actual concepts (Pride as a notion of solidarity, the rainbow as representation of the huge spectrum of queer, etc). I might be a little too progressive in my thinking, but I believe that if the queer community wants to make strides, we have to leave the glittery, boa-wearing, naked-man parade, in your face extravagance in the past, as relics. They've played their part in paving the way, so now it's time to evolve the image that confused young people are looking to identify with.
TL;DR: I believe that Pride can be harmful in that it fosters a culture of young people seeking their identity to develop the mindset "gay first, person second."
Just my two cents.
| I get grilled for this all the time. It's easy for what I call "baby gays"--that age when you're first coming out, but before you have a really solid idea of who you are as a person, so as a generalization, less than age 20--to reach out and grasp onto the ideas and spectacles of "Pride," and mold their impressionable minds and personalities to conform to those spectacles, rather than understanding the actual concepts (Pride as a notion of solidarity, the rainbow as representation of the huge spectrum of queer, etc). I might be a little too progressive in my thinking, but I believe that if the queer community wants to make strides, we have to leave the glittery, boa-wearing, naked-man parade, in your face extravagance in the past, as relics. They've played their part in paving the way, so now it's time to evolve the image that confused young people are looking to identify with.
TL;DR: I believe that Pride can be harmful in that it fosters a culture of young people seeking their identity to develop the mindset "gay first, person second."
Just my two cents.
| gaymers | t5_2s9n5 | cdv5j6x | I get grilled for this all the time. It's easy for what I call "baby gays"--that age when you're first coming out, but before you have a really solid idea of who you are as a person, so as a generalization, less than age 20--to reach out and grasp onto the ideas and spectacles of "Pride," and mold their impressionable minds and personalities to conform to those spectacles, rather than understanding the actual concepts (Pride as a notion of solidarity, the rainbow as representation of the huge spectrum of queer, etc). I might be a little too progressive in my thinking, but I believe that if the queer community wants to make strides, we have to leave the glittery, boa-wearing, naked-man parade, in your face extravagance in the past, as relics. They've played their part in paving the way, so now it's time to evolve the image that confused young people are looking to identify with. | I believe that Pride can be harmful in that it fosters a culture of young people seeking their identity to develop the mindset "gay first, person second."
Just my two cents. |
DontFuckWithMyMoney | First piece of advice, as far as avoiding export permits: don't. Seriously. It can be bad news for you if you're caught avoiding regulations, especially since you're dealing with munitions.
Rifle powder, gun powder, guns, gun parts, artillery, tanks, and everything else that falls under the [US State Department munitions list]( is subject to regulation under the International Traffic in Arms Regulations, or ITAR. These are regulations on exports, and there is tight control over what and how these things can be sent out. ITAR is very serious business, and if you're trying to circumvent export controls on munitions, you could find yourself facing Federal offenses. Don't do it.
If you'd like to do it by the book, I recommend reaching out to a major broker, in this case someone like FedEx or UPS to help guide you through the process. As an exporter, you're probably going to have to register in the Directorate of Defense Trade Controls (DDTC). You'll have to tell them who you are, what you're exporting, where to, and more.
Beyond that, your broker may need you to fill out more paperwork. Depending how you ship it you may need to register as a Known Shipper with the TSA. This is basically letting the TSA know who you are so they know you're a legitimate company (if you are that) and will allow you to use planes for freight.
But if speed and flying under the radar are your goals, I recommend getting into another line of business. [ITAR violations are bad for you]( and if you don't file properly or make misleading statements, when you're caught you "shall upon conviction be fined for each violation not more than $1,000,000 or imprisoned not more than 20 years, or both."
tl;dr don't avoid export regulations on weapons or you'll go to jail; get a legitimate broker and do it the right way. | First piece of advice, as far as avoiding export permits: don't. Seriously. It can be bad news for you if you're caught avoiding regulations, especially since you're dealing with munitions.
Rifle powder, gun powder, guns, gun parts, artillery, tanks, and everything else that falls under the [US State Department munitions list]( is subject to regulation under the International Traffic in Arms Regulations, or ITAR. These are regulations on exports, and there is tight control over what and how these things can be sent out. ITAR is very serious business, and if you're trying to circumvent export controls on munitions, you could find yourself facing Federal offenses. Don't do it.
If you'd like to do it by the book, I recommend reaching out to a major broker, in this case someone like FedEx or UPS to help guide you through the process. As an exporter, you're probably going to have to register in the Directorate of Defense Trade Controls (DDTC). You'll have to tell them who you are, what you're exporting, where to, and more.
Beyond that, your broker may need you to fill out more paperwork. Depending how you ship it you may need to register as a Known Shipper with the TSA. This is basically letting the TSA know who you are so they know you're a legitimate company (if you are that) and will allow you to use planes for freight.
But if speed and flying under the radar are your goals, I recommend getting into another line of business. [ITAR violations are bad for you]( and if you don't file properly or make misleading statements, when you're caught you "shall upon conviction be fined for each violation not more than $1,000,000 or imprisoned not more than 20 years, or both."
tl;dr don't avoid export regulations on weapons or you'll go to jail; get a legitimate broker and do it the right way.
| smallbusiness | t5_2qr34 | cdvhtkf | First piece of advice, as far as avoiding export permits: don't. Seriously. It can be bad news for you if you're caught avoiding regulations, especially since you're dealing with munitions.
Rifle powder, gun powder, guns, gun parts, artillery, tanks, and everything else that falls under the [US State Department munitions list]( is subject to regulation under the International Traffic in Arms Regulations, or ITAR. These are regulations on exports, and there is tight control over what and how these things can be sent out. ITAR is very serious business, and if you're trying to circumvent export controls on munitions, you could find yourself facing Federal offenses. Don't do it.
If you'd like to do it by the book, I recommend reaching out to a major broker, in this case someone like FedEx or UPS to help guide you through the process. As an exporter, you're probably going to have to register in the Directorate of Defense Trade Controls (DDTC). You'll have to tell them who you are, what you're exporting, where to, and more.
Beyond that, your broker may need you to fill out more paperwork. Depending how you ship it you may need to register as a Known Shipper with the TSA. This is basically letting the TSA know who you are so they know you're a legitimate company (if you are that) and will allow you to use planes for freight.
But if speed and flying under the radar are your goals, I recommend getting into another line of business. [ITAR violations are bad for you]( and if you don't file properly or make misleading statements, when you're caught you "shall upon conviction be fined for each violation not more than $1,000,000 or imprisoned not more than 20 years, or both." | don't avoid export regulations on weapons or you'll go to jail; get a legitimate broker and do it the right way. |
NocTempre | You have to balance from the top down. Yes NC stuff has a higher learning curve in some cases. But they are certainly not universally weaker. They do cater to different shooter tendencies though.
TL:DR you are not pro enough to make such sweeping declarations based on feelings. | You have to balance from the top down. Yes NC stuff has a higher learning curve in some cases. But they are certainly not universally weaker. They do cater to different shooter tendencies though.
TL:DR you are not pro enough to make such sweeping declarations based on feelings.
| Planetside | t5_2s48x | cdvdiqm | You have to balance from the top down. Yes NC stuff has a higher learning curve in some cases. But they are certainly not universally weaker. They do cater to different shooter tendencies though. | you are not pro enough to make such sweeping declarations based on feelings. |
PalinAhouse | This morning I got up around 6:15. I walk into the kitchen to make coffee and hear some banging around outside my front door. Curious as to what could be going on at 6:15 in the morning, I look out the peep hole in my front door. There was a women on the ground, masturbating with what appeared to be a glass bottle (it was making the banging noises when it hit the ground). Try to imagine my brain trying to comprehend this about 45 seconds after getting out of bed, with no coffee yet. Not knowing what else to do I opened the door slightly, immediately closing it again. This startled her and she got up and ran towards the apartment next door. When I opened the door I saw a small digital camera siting on the ground that she had been filming herself with. A few minutes later I hear foot steps, she returned (with her dress pulled down), to pick up the camera, and muttered what sounded like "sorry" at the door.
TLDR; woke up to a women filming herself masturbate outside my front door this morning. | This morning I got up around 6:15. I walk into the kitchen to make coffee and hear some banging around outside my front door. Curious as to what could be going on at 6:15 in the morning, I look out the peep hole in my front door. There was a women on the ground, masturbating with what appeared to be a glass bottle (it was making the banging noises when it hit the ground). Try to imagine my brain trying to comprehend this about 45 seconds after getting out of bed, with no coffee yet. Not knowing what else to do I opened the door slightly, immediately closing it again. This startled her and she got up and ran towards the apartment next door. When I opened the door I saw a small digital camera siting on the ground that she had been filming herself with. A few minutes later I hear foot steps, she returned (with her dress pulled down), to pick up the camera, and muttered what sounded like "sorry" at the door.
TLDR; woke up to a women filming herself masturbate outside my front door this morning.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdvclqh | This morning I got up around 6:15. I walk into the kitchen to make coffee and hear some banging around outside my front door. Curious as to what could be going on at 6:15 in the morning, I look out the peep hole in my front door. There was a women on the ground, masturbating with what appeared to be a glass bottle (it was making the banging noises when it hit the ground). Try to imagine my brain trying to comprehend this about 45 seconds after getting out of bed, with no coffee yet. Not knowing what else to do I opened the door slightly, immediately closing it again. This startled her and she got up and ran towards the apartment next door. When I opened the door I saw a small digital camera siting on the ground that she had been filming herself with. A few minutes later I hear foot steps, she returned (with her dress pulled down), to pick up the camera, and muttered what sounded like "sorry" at the door. | woke up to a women filming herself masturbate outside my front door this morning. |
TheOneAndOnlyKit | If you look on the forums (including in a thread you recently posted in) there are at least 4 other people who mentioned zimus Lv2 as an issue - and all 4 said zimus Lv3 was not. All 4 of these people regularly play in tournaments (and none of which were me). I fully agree that if you are playing solforge with a fun / casual brew - zimus3 is what stomps all over your fun. I completely disagree once you head to the constructed queue's in the online tournaments when they come out. The moment you build a deck with the goal to "beat every other deck" instead of to so "cool fun things that I really enjoy" You run into the environment in which this is true.
I guess more appropriately, I should say that in random online opponent - zimus level three seems to be a much larger problem. In community (and soon official) tournaments, zimus level three is not an issue. 90% of players arent building their decks to "win" but to have fun, and thus the moment someone plays the fun police (zimus, shapers) show up, it feels really bad. I agree that a large amount of people find good cards unfun to play against - and that zimus feels VERY unfun to play against. I don't consider him over powered though - it just forces you to play (and build) your fun decks in unfun ways.
Personally I'm a player who spends all of my time brewing fun decks with whatever is considered "not good" by the community. I play scout drones and frostwild trackers every day, as well as abraxis and zyx. I find myself as a player who plays both competitive and casual - and i clearly see the difference in which zimus effects my games differently in both environments. while you say "competitive community lol" sarcastically, I'm genuinely trying to relay the public opinion of this card. Why? because I find a discussion much more valuable than a complaint - and I would be very surprised to see him nerfed in the upcoming patch. Largely, the people who post that Zimus is OP, dont actually generate reasons why, except just stating his ability. There's very little commentary on why they feel this is a problem. On the flip side - zimus enables many fun archetypes, including an infinite combo deck (the first and only one in solforge). The devs want a fun game, and a competitive game. They have to balance their decisions between the two. The fact is, very very few on the zimus op side is generating an argument for nerfing him. Lets compare this to say packmaster and flameshaper, in which a large amount of discussion has been had on both sides - and there's actually an argument for changing them.
I think what it boils down to, is when balancing around "fun"; If a card is unfun to play against - is it also unfun to play with for the majority? Is it suffocating potential playstyles and decks? Is it a problem at more than one stage of the game? I think the answer for all three of these for zimus is no. I think for old packmaster, it was a clear yes. for current shapers, it was a clear yes. I'd say currently the cards I see fitting this roll, would include epidemic, and xrath (despite not seeing much play). I think there are plenty of cards that fit one of these - but there are very few who fit multiple slots of this. The ones that fit into multiple slots are truly the big concerns. Unfortunately, I only see zimus as fitting into "problem at more than one stage," and I personally don't see that as reason for a nerf. I think that this is a large reason why a lot of people say zimus should be nerfed - but don't bother taking the time to write out why.
The TL;DR of this is: if people want zimus to see a change, they need to start making arguments for it that consist of more than "lol competitive" "zimus OP" or "zimus unfun". There are a few - but not many. | If you look on the forums (including in a thread you recently posted in) there are at least 4 other people who mentioned zimus Lv2 as an issue - and all 4 said zimus Lv3 was not. All 4 of these people regularly play in tournaments (and none of which were me). I fully agree that if you are playing solforge with a fun / casual brew - zimus3 is what stomps all over your fun. I completely disagree once you head to the constructed queue's in the online tournaments when they come out. The moment you build a deck with the goal to "beat every other deck" instead of to so "cool fun things that I really enjoy" You run into the environment in which this is true.
I guess more appropriately, I should say that in random online opponent - zimus level three seems to be a much larger problem. In community (and soon official) tournaments, zimus level three is not an issue. 90% of players arent building their decks to "win" but to have fun, and thus the moment someone plays the fun police (zimus, shapers) show up, it feels really bad. I agree that a large amount of people find good cards unfun to play against - and that zimus feels VERY unfun to play against. I don't consider him over powered though - it just forces you to play (and build) your fun decks in unfun ways.
Personally I'm a player who spends all of my time brewing fun decks with whatever is considered "not good" by the community. I play scout drones and frostwild trackers every day, as well as abraxis and zyx. I find myself as a player who plays both competitive and casual - and i clearly see the difference in which zimus effects my games differently in both environments. while you say "competitive community lol" sarcastically, I'm genuinely trying to relay the public opinion of this card. Why? because I find a discussion much more valuable than a complaint - and I would be very surprised to see him nerfed in the upcoming patch. Largely, the people who post that Zimus is OP, dont actually generate reasons why, except just stating his ability. There's very little commentary on why they feel this is a problem. On the flip side - zimus enables many fun archetypes, including an infinite combo deck (the first and only one in solforge). The devs want a fun game, and a competitive game. They have to balance their decisions between the two. The fact is, very very few on the zimus op side is generating an argument for nerfing him. Lets compare this to say packmaster and flameshaper, in which a large amount of discussion has been had on both sides - and there's actually an argument for changing them.
I think what it boils down to, is when balancing around "fun"; If a card is unfun to play against - is it also unfun to play with for the majority? Is it suffocating potential playstyles and decks? Is it a problem at more than one stage of the game? I think the answer for all three of these for zimus is no. I think for old packmaster, it was a clear yes. for current shapers, it was a clear yes. I'd say currently the cards I see fitting this roll, would include epidemic, and xrath (despite not seeing much play). I think there are plenty of cards that fit one of these - but there are very few who fit multiple slots of this. The ones that fit into multiple slots are truly the big concerns. Unfortunately, I only see zimus as fitting into "problem at more than one stage," and I personally don't see that as reason for a nerf. I think that this is a large reason why a lot of people say zimus should be nerfed - but don't bother taking the time to write out why.
The TL;DR of this is: if people want zimus to see a change, they need to start making arguments for it that consist of more than "lol competitive" "zimus OP" or "zimus unfun". There are a few - but not many.
| SolForge | t5_2unly | cdvxkgy | If you look on the forums (including in a thread you recently posted in) there are at least 4 other people who mentioned zimus Lv2 as an issue - and all 4 said zimus Lv3 was not. All 4 of these people regularly play in tournaments (and none of which were me). I fully agree that if you are playing solforge with a fun / casual brew - zimus3 is what stomps all over your fun. I completely disagree once you head to the constructed queue's in the online tournaments when they come out. The moment you build a deck with the goal to "beat every other deck" instead of to so "cool fun things that I really enjoy" You run into the environment in which this is true.
I guess more appropriately, I should say that in random online opponent - zimus level three seems to be a much larger problem. In community (and soon official) tournaments, zimus level three is not an issue. 90% of players arent building their decks to "win" but to have fun, and thus the moment someone plays the fun police (zimus, shapers) show up, it feels really bad. I agree that a large amount of people find good cards unfun to play against - and that zimus feels VERY unfun to play against. I don't consider him over powered though - it just forces you to play (and build) your fun decks in unfun ways.
Personally I'm a player who spends all of my time brewing fun decks with whatever is considered "not good" by the community. I play scout drones and frostwild trackers every day, as well as abraxis and zyx. I find myself as a player who plays both competitive and casual - and i clearly see the difference in which zimus effects my games differently in both environments. while you say "competitive community lol" sarcastically, I'm genuinely trying to relay the public opinion of this card. Why? because I find a discussion much more valuable than a complaint - and I would be very surprised to see him nerfed in the upcoming patch. Largely, the people who post that Zimus is OP, dont actually generate reasons why, except just stating his ability. There's very little commentary on why they feel this is a problem. On the flip side - zimus enables many fun archetypes, including an infinite combo deck (the first and only one in solforge). The devs want a fun game, and a competitive game. They have to balance their decisions between the two. The fact is, very very few on the zimus op side is generating an argument for nerfing him. Lets compare this to say packmaster and flameshaper, in which a large amount of discussion has been had on both sides - and there's actually an argument for changing them.
I think what it boils down to, is when balancing around "fun"; If a card is unfun to play against - is it also unfun to play with for the majority? Is it suffocating potential playstyles and decks? Is it a problem at more than one stage of the game? I think the answer for all three of these for zimus is no. I think for old packmaster, it was a clear yes. for current shapers, it was a clear yes. I'd say currently the cards I see fitting this roll, would include epidemic, and xrath (despite not seeing much play). I think there are plenty of cards that fit one of these - but there are very few who fit multiple slots of this. The ones that fit into multiple slots are truly the big concerns. Unfortunately, I only see zimus as fitting into "problem at more than one stage," and I personally don't see that as reason for a nerf. I think that this is a large reason why a lot of people say zimus should be nerfed - but don't bother taking the time to write out why.
The | of this is: if people want zimus to see a change, they need to start making arguments for it that consist of more than "lol competitive" "zimus OP" or "zimus unfun". There are a few - but not many. |
tulsavw | Well, as you might expect, having an EFI engine tends to eliminate some of the reliability issues associated with an aging carb/engine combo. I can't recall any notable "real" issues between the two examples, though -- perhaps someone could add to that. Typically, guys that are using these for off-road purposes will go for the solid axle version (pre-85, I think?) because of the relative limitations of independent front suspension (later models), although many people run IFS suspension with no complaints (myself included). That said, most people who buy these trucks probably aren't going to realize any actual benefits of one over the other.
TL;DR -- Not much difference, aside from method of fuel/air delivery. Main difference is the front suspension type (SAS vs. IFS); SAS seems to be more desirable to the Toyota community at large. | Well, as you might expect, having an EFI engine tends to eliminate some of the reliability issues associated with an aging carb/engine combo. I can't recall any notable "real" issues between the two examples, though -- perhaps someone could add to that. Typically, guys that are using these for off-road purposes will go for the solid axle version (pre-85, I think?) because of the relative limitations of independent front suspension (later models), although many people run IFS suspension with no complaints (myself included). That said, most people who buy these trucks probably aren't going to realize any actual benefits of one over the other.
TL;DR -- Not much difference, aside from method of fuel/air delivery. Main difference is the front suspension type (SAS vs. IFS); SAS seems to be more desirable to the Toyota community at large.
| Toyota | t5_2qwwc | cdwywp0 | Well, as you might expect, having an EFI engine tends to eliminate some of the reliability issues associated with an aging carb/engine combo. I can't recall any notable "real" issues between the two examples, though -- perhaps someone could add to that. Typically, guys that are using these for off-road purposes will go for the solid axle version (pre-85, I think?) because of the relative limitations of independent front suspension (later models), although many people run IFS suspension with no complaints (myself included). That said, most people who buy these trucks probably aren't going to realize any actual benefits of one over the other. | Not much difference, aside from method of fuel/air delivery. Main difference is the front suspension type (SAS vs. IFS); SAS seems to be more desirable to the Toyota community at large. |
just_an_ordinary_guy | They use the degree as some sort of marker for work ethic and intelligence I guess. My job used to require a degree, but my company did away with that when they couldn't keep anybody. Guys in my parents generation didn't need a degree to do water treatment. It's a blue collar job. How are you going to keep a college student here for only $21 an hour starting? Not to mention, I have a number of acquaintances who have a degree that I would never want to work with. They're lazy and stupid.
TL;DR: The people doing the hiring think that a college degree actually means something anymore, when in most cases it doesn't | They use the degree as some sort of marker for work ethic and intelligence I guess. My job used to require a degree, but my company did away with that when they couldn't keep anybody. Guys in my parents generation didn't need a degree to do water treatment. It's a blue collar job. How are you going to keep a college student here for only $21 an hour starting? Not to mention, I have a number of acquaintances who have a degree that I would never want to work with. They're lazy and stupid.
TL;DR: The people doing the hiring think that a college degree actually means something anymore, when in most cases it doesn't
| Libertarian | t5_2qh63 | cdw3074 | They use the degree as some sort of marker for work ethic and intelligence I guess. My job used to require a degree, but my company did away with that when they couldn't keep anybody. Guys in my parents generation didn't need a degree to do water treatment. It's a blue collar job. How are you going to keep a college student here for only $21 an hour starting? Not to mention, I have a number of acquaintances who have a degree that I would never want to work with. They're lazy and stupid. | The people doing the hiring think that a college degree actually means something anymore, when in most cases it doesn't |
theholywombat | reposting this, cus its honestly the craziest shit i ever experienced
I went to this party a while back, it was with my class, and this dude told everybody that he would bring homemade napalm...
yes you heard it right, HOME. FUCKING. MADE. NAPALM.
Of course nobody believed him. but there we stood at 10 pm with a glass filled with napalm, or so we thought. the guy who brought got shitfaced drunk way too fast, so he grabs the glass in a hurry and just hurls it out on the street. We go out to look for the napalm 'cus, well it was napalm... but we couldn't find it.
Turns out the napalm had fallen out of the jar, and into his bag, which by the way was his fathers work bag. He tries to scoop it out, with his hands, but to no avail. No now he has napalm on his hands, and napalm in his fathers workbag, and the dude sets the shit on fire. After this everything just turns to shit. A car comes up the street so he grabs the bag and throws it into the woods. The fire from the bag then sets his hand on fire, so there he is with fire on his hands trying to stomp out the flames. Luckily nothing happened to his hands, so we went inside for him to "cool off"
there he proceeded to drink some... and then some more, and just a little bit more, until at last he is beyond recognition.
so i took him upstairs to let him sleep it out. up in the bathroom, and then lock the door. i shouldn't have locked the door
when i went downstairs to the party again, i tell my friend that he's upstairs and well and that i locked the door.
my friend turns pale white "you do realize it's [friends name] we're talking about here, right?"
suddenrealisation.jpg
So we both rush upstairs, unlock the door to find nobody there and an open window, this was on the 2nd floor mind you. We look out the window to see him standing there, on the street, and as soon as he recognizes us, he screams at the top of his lungs:
"YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME SHITLORDS!"
and then he proceeded to run off into the night. we didn't catch him. i still don't know what he did the rest of the night, but he was fine monday morning
tl;dr One of my friends sat his fathers workbag, and his hands on fire with homemade napalm. Later the same night he jumped out of a window from the 2nd floor. No injuries.
| reposting this, cus its honestly the craziest shit i ever experienced
I went to this party a while back, it was with my class, and this dude told everybody that he would bring homemade napalm...
yes you heard it right, HOME. FUCKING. MADE. NAPALM.
Of course nobody believed him. but there we stood at 10 pm with a glass filled with napalm, or so we thought. the guy who brought got shitfaced drunk way too fast, so he grabs the glass in a hurry and just hurls it out on the street. We go out to look for the napalm 'cus, well it was napalm... but we couldn't find it.
Turns out the napalm had fallen out of the jar, and into his bag, which by the way was his fathers work bag. He tries to scoop it out, with his hands, but to no avail. No now he has napalm on his hands, and napalm in his fathers workbag, and the dude sets the shit on fire. After this everything just turns to shit. A car comes up the street so he grabs the bag and throws it into the woods. The fire from the bag then sets his hand on fire, so there he is with fire on his hands trying to stomp out the flames. Luckily nothing happened to his hands, so we went inside for him to "cool off"
there he proceeded to drink some... and then some more, and just a little bit more, until at last he is beyond recognition.
so i took him upstairs to let him sleep it out. up in the bathroom, and then lock the door. i shouldn't have locked the door
when i went downstairs to the party again, i tell my friend that he's upstairs and well and that i locked the door.
my friend turns pale white "you do realize it's [friends name] we're talking about here, right?"
suddenrealisation.jpg
So we both rush upstairs, unlock the door to find nobody there and an open window, this was on the 2nd floor mind you. We look out the window to see him standing there, on the street, and as soon as he recognizes us, he screams at the top of his lungs:
"YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME SHITLORDS!"
and then he proceeded to run off into the night. we didn't catch him. i still don't know what he did the rest of the night, but he was fine monday morning
tl;dr One of my friends sat his fathers workbag, and his hands on fire with homemade napalm. Later the same night he jumped out of a window from the 2nd floor. No injuries.
| teenagers | t5_2rjli | cdwidme | reposting this, cus its honestly the craziest shit i ever experienced
I went to this party a while back, it was with my class, and this dude told everybody that he would bring homemade napalm...
yes you heard it right, HOME. FUCKING. MADE. NAPALM.
Of course nobody believed him. but there we stood at 10 pm with a glass filled with napalm, or so we thought. the guy who brought got shitfaced drunk way too fast, so he grabs the glass in a hurry and just hurls it out on the street. We go out to look for the napalm 'cus, well it was napalm... but we couldn't find it.
Turns out the napalm had fallen out of the jar, and into his bag, which by the way was his fathers work bag. He tries to scoop it out, with his hands, but to no avail. No now he has napalm on his hands, and napalm in his fathers workbag, and the dude sets the shit on fire. After this everything just turns to shit. A car comes up the street so he grabs the bag and throws it into the woods. The fire from the bag then sets his hand on fire, so there he is with fire on his hands trying to stomp out the flames. Luckily nothing happened to his hands, so we went inside for him to "cool off"
there he proceeded to drink some... and then some more, and just a little bit more, until at last he is beyond recognition.
so i took him upstairs to let him sleep it out. up in the bathroom, and then lock the door. i shouldn't have locked the door
when i went downstairs to the party again, i tell my friend that he's upstairs and well and that i locked the door.
my friend turns pale white "you do realize it's [friends name] we're talking about here, right?"
suddenrealisation.jpg
So we both rush upstairs, unlock the door to find nobody there and an open window, this was on the 2nd floor mind you. We look out the window to see him standing there, on the street, and as soon as he recognizes us, he screams at the top of his lungs:
"YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME SHITLORDS!"
and then he proceeded to run off into the night. we didn't catch him. i still don't know what he did the rest of the night, but he was fine monday morning | One of my friends sat his fathers workbag, and his hands on fire with homemade napalm. Later the same night he jumped out of a window from the 2nd floor. No injuries. |
jan_Levenson-Gould | Ok, I'm late to this discussion. You keep asking for someone to explain why you are wrong. I will explain this to you. 90% of the original content from gonewild females are from my requests over the last year or so, from this user name as well as another. Before I started doing so this sub was DEAD and repetitive. I brought some spark into this sub and many new subscribers have come along because of this.
You say you don't like the original content, but the material you like has problems as well. The pornstar and model pics that you like sometimes have airbrushed armpits to the point that you can't even see the pits, or the female has way too much makeup on, or the picture is over-produced with cheesy backgrounds. The original content from gw girls gets upvoted because its interesting and its from "real" females not models or pornstars. As the other user stated we should be happy to get ANY content at this point because this is a very tiny sub. Some pics will be better than others, but did you look at body language's first post, it was awesome. Yes this one has a shadow but these people are amateur photographers so not every shot is going to have studio lighting and perfect shots. You can give constructive criticism without being rude, which is how you came across.
tldr: we need a variety of sources for pics to keep this sub from being contrived and boring, and we need to be respectful of the posters | Ok, I'm late to this discussion. You keep asking for someone to explain why you are wrong. I will explain this to you. 90% of the original content from gonewild females are from my requests over the last year or so, from this user name as well as another. Before I started doing so this sub was DEAD and repetitive. I brought some spark into this sub and many new subscribers have come along because of this.
You say you don't like the original content, but the material you like has problems as well. The pornstar and model pics that you like sometimes have airbrushed armpits to the point that you can't even see the pits, or the female has way too much makeup on, or the picture is over-produced with cheesy backgrounds. The original content from gw girls gets upvoted because its interesting and its from "real" females not models or pornstars. As the other user stated we should be happy to get ANY content at this point because this is a very tiny sub. Some pics will be better than others, but did you look at body language's first post, it was awesome. Yes this one has a shadow but these people are amateur photographers so not every shot is going to have studio lighting and perfect shots. You can give constructive criticism without being rude, which is how you came across.
tldr: we need a variety of sources for pics to keep this sub from being contrived and boring, and we need to be respectful of the posters
| underarms | t5_2smoy | cdzjrz7 | Ok, I'm late to this discussion. You keep asking for someone to explain why you are wrong. I will explain this to you. 90% of the original content from gonewild females are from my requests over the last year or so, from this user name as well as another. Before I started doing so this sub was DEAD and repetitive. I brought some spark into this sub and many new subscribers have come along because of this.
You say you don't like the original content, but the material you like has problems as well. The pornstar and model pics that you like sometimes have airbrushed armpits to the point that you can't even see the pits, or the female has way too much makeup on, or the picture is over-produced with cheesy backgrounds. The original content from gw girls gets upvoted because its interesting and its from "real" females not models or pornstars. As the other user stated we should be happy to get ANY content at this point because this is a very tiny sub. Some pics will be better than others, but did you look at body language's first post, it was awesome. Yes this one has a shadow but these people are amateur photographers so not every shot is going to have studio lighting and perfect shots. You can give constructive criticism without being rude, which is how you came across. | we need a variety of sources for pics to keep this sub from being contrived and boring, and we need to be respectful of the posters |
nybo | I wasn't trying to make a pro vegetarian point, i was trying to point out that the original argument was flawed, in the way it made a distinct difference between motivation and consequence. Just because we don't do something out of hate, doesn't change how good/bad that thing is. You could hold slave, because it's cheap labor and not because you hate the color of their skin or whatever. Just because you're not doing it out of hate doesn't lessen the consequence of what you're doing.
tldr: i wasn't trying to make an argument on the topic, i was trying to make an argument on argumentation. | I wasn't trying to make a pro vegetarian point, i was trying to point out that the original argument was flawed, in the way it made a distinct difference between motivation and consequence. Just because we don't do something out of hate, doesn't change how good/bad that thing is. You could hold slave, because it's cheap labor and not because you hate the color of their skin or whatever. Just because you're not doing it out of hate doesn't lessen the consequence of what you're doing.
tldr: i wasn't trying to make an argument on the topic, i was trying to make an argument on argumentation.
| TumblrInAction | t5_2vizz | cdx497t | I wasn't trying to make a pro vegetarian point, i was trying to point out that the original argument was flawed, in the way it made a distinct difference between motivation and consequence. Just because we don't do something out of hate, doesn't change how good/bad that thing is. You could hold slave, because it's cheap labor and not because you hate the color of their skin or whatever. Just because you're not doing it out of hate doesn't lessen the consequence of what you're doing. | i wasn't trying to make an argument on the topic, i was trying to make an argument on argumentation. |
letter_word_story | It's a subreddit dedicated to the idea that feminists and women in general have negatively influenced men and changed cultural ideology that strips men from their masculine "rights." This idea that women "brainwashed" society is being compared to the fake reality from the movie *The Matrix* which is where the subreddit name comes from. They say they have symbolically taken "the red pill" and have seen the truth. They also believe in strict gender roles which emphasize the dominance of men in all areas.
In practice, it's often incredibly sexist and misogynistic in nature, and they often advocate marital rape, as some of them believe it is a man's "right" to have sex with his wife whenever he wants. Some also overlap with PUA (pick up artist) mentality that manipulating women into sex works like a game, rather than viewing women as equals.
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TL;DR: Very sexist subreddit that believes they've figured out a conspiracy by women to control them. Encourages dangerous, sexually aggressive behavior. Discourages gender equality. | It's a subreddit dedicated to the idea that feminists and women in general have negatively influenced men and changed cultural ideology that strips men from their masculine "rights." This idea that women "brainwashed" society is being compared to the fake reality from the movie The Matrix which is where the subreddit name comes from. They say they have symbolically taken "the red pill" and have seen the truth. They also believe in strict gender roles which emphasize the dominance of men in all areas.
In practice, it's often incredibly sexist and misogynistic in nature, and they often advocate marital rape, as some of them believe it is a man's "right" to have sex with his wife whenever he wants. Some also overlap with PUA (pick up artist) mentality that manipulating women into sex works like a game, rather than viewing women as equals.
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TL;DR: Very sexist subreddit that believes they've figured out a conspiracy by women to control them. Encourages dangerous, sexually aggressive behavior. Discourages gender equality.
| TrollXChromosomes | t5_2sekm | cdyr9if | It's a subreddit dedicated to the idea that feminists and women in general have negatively influenced men and changed cultural ideology that strips men from their masculine "rights." This idea that women "brainwashed" society is being compared to the fake reality from the movie The Matrix which is where the subreddit name comes from. They say they have symbolically taken "the red pill" and have seen the truth. They also believe in strict gender roles which emphasize the dominance of men in all areas.
In practice, it's often incredibly sexist and misogynistic in nature, and they often advocate marital rape, as some of them believe it is a man's "right" to have sex with his wife whenever he wants. Some also overlap with PUA (pick up artist) mentality that manipulating women into sex works like a game, rather than viewing women as equals.
Edit: | Very sexist subreddit that believes they've figured out a conspiracy by women to control them. Encourages dangerous, sexually aggressive behavior. Discourages gender equality. |
IndigoFlowz | Right. Yeah, I would never vape anywhere it might offend someone. Just because it's not smoke doesn't mean everyone wants to smell it. Those who do are going to annoy enough people to where it gets banned. I've already seen signs at a mcdonalds saying they don't allow it.
TL;DR Never vape where you would(should?) be uncomfortable ripping a righteous fart. | Right. Yeah, I would never vape anywhere it might offend someone. Just because it's not smoke doesn't mean everyone wants to smell it. Those who do are going to annoy enough people to where it gets banned. I've already seen signs at a mcdonalds saying they don't allow it.
TL;DR Never vape where you would(should?) be uncomfortable ripping a righteous fart.
| WTF | t5_2qh61 | cdxa1ii | Right. Yeah, I would never vape anywhere it might offend someone. Just because it's not smoke doesn't mean everyone wants to smell it. Those who do are going to annoy enough people to where it gets banned. I've already seen signs at a mcdonalds saying they don't allow it. | Never vape where you would(should?) be uncomfortable ripping a righteous fart. |
Eperogenay | Thing that PBE need for 'testing' purposes: Mandatory estimation of what you are testing, or some kind of client side feedback loop. They could easily use the system they have for in-client surveys to gather data way faster than waiting for people spamming forums and reddit with 'this is broken roit plox fix!'
Simple, before starting the game you're writing shortly what you want to test, why and how. Then give a short (maybe point based or sth) summary, bug report etc.
tl;dr Riot, please (xd) give your testers TOOLS to make the testin easier! :D | Thing that PBE need for 'testing' purposes: Mandatory estimation of what you are testing, or some kind of client side feedback loop. They could easily use the system they have for in-client surveys to gather data way faster than waiting for people spamming forums and reddit with 'this is broken roit plox fix!'
Simple, before starting the game you're writing shortly what you want to test, why and how. Then give a short (maybe point based or sth) summary, bug report etc.
tl;dr Riot, please (xd) give your testers TOOLS to make the testin easier! :D
| leagueoflegends | t5_2rfxx | cdxczjs | Thing that PBE need for 'testing' purposes: Mandatory estimation of what you are testing, or some kind of client side feedback loop. They could easily use the system they have for in-client surveys to gather data way faster than waiting for people spamming forums and reddit with 'this is broken roit plox fix!'
Simple, before starting the game you're writing shortly what you want to test, why and how. Then give a short (maybe point based or sth) summary, bug report etc. | Riot, please (xd) give your testers TOOLS to make the testin easier! :D |
Justinia | There's no reason to change it because the problem with the beta test is with Riot. A lot of bugs on the PBE get reported but they don't even bother fixing them until they are live. So until they actually give a shit about using the PBE as intended there is no reason to waste resources making a better system.
You want to restrict people playing new champs when the whole fucking point of the PBE is to test new content. It doesn't matter if people want to play instead of testing because it still exposes issues. The few people who report those issues get ignored by Riot and that's why it's ineffective.
Your "problems" are bullshit. First QQ that people don't use the PBE as intended, then QQ that you can't play a good game cuz of communications issues. If you really cared to use it for testing you wouldn't be concerned about that, it's evidence of hypocrisy. But if you ask me neither of these is a problem because the more people play on it, the more bugs and balance issues get brought up, even if most people don't care to report them.
Now if you want to actually improve the PBE then Riot should give incentives to test, but if they don't pay attention to bug reports then that's simply impossible. I think a ticket system for bugs that would give your main account a small RP reward for contributing to a bug report (either by submitting it or adding details to an existing one) would be reasonable. Manually verified by Riot employees obviously. But like I said, if they don't even pay attention to bug reports now, it won't work.
TL;DR: even if most people don't care to test things on the PBE, Riot cares even less to fix the bugs and balance issues that are reported. They ignore everything until it goes live and then WHOOPS a reported bug from PBE is still there!!! | There's no reason to change it because the problem with the beta test is with Riot. A lot of bugs on the PBE get reported but they don't even bother fixing them until they are live. So until they actually give a shit about using the PBE as intended there is no reason to waste resources making a better system.
You want to restrict people playing new champs when the whole fucking point of the PBE is to test new content. It doesn't matter if people want to play instead of testing because it still exposes issues. The few people who report those issues get ignored by Riot and that's why it's ineffective.
Your "problems" are bullshit. First QQ that people don't use the PBE as intended, then QQ that you can't play a good game cuz of communications issues. If you really cared to use it for testing you wouldn't be concerned about that, it's evidence of hypocrisy. But if you ask me neither of these is a problem because the more people play on it, the more bugs and balance issues get brought up, even if most people don't care to report them.
Now if you want to actually improve the PBE then Riot should give incentives to test, but if they don't pay attention to bug reports then that's simply impossible. I think a ticket system for bugs that would give your main account a small RP reward for contributing to a bug report (either by submitting it or adding details to an existing one) would be reasonable. Manually verified by Riot employees obviously. But like I said, if they don't even pay attention to bug reports now, it won't work.
TL;DR: even if most people don't care to test things on the PBE, Riot cares even less to fix the bugs and balance issues that are reported. They ignore everything until it goes live and then WHOOPS a reported bug from PBE is still there!!!
| leagueoflegends | t5_2rfxx | cdxdx1y | There's no reason to change it because the problem with the beta test is with Riot. A lot of bugs on the PBE get reported but they don't even bother fixing them until they are live. So until they actually give a shit about using the PBE as intended there is no reason to waste resources making a better system.
You want to restrict people playing new champs when the whole fucking point of the PBE is to test new content. It doesn't matter if people want to play instead of testing because it still exposes issues. The few people who report those issues get ignored by Riot and that's why it's ineffective.
Your "problems" are bullshit. First QQ that people don't use the PBE as intended, then QQ that you can't play a good game cuz of communications issues. If you really cared to use it for testing you wouldn't be concerned about that, it's evidence of hypocrisy. But if you ask me neither of these is a problem because the more people play on it, the more bugs and balance issues get brought up, even if most people don't care to report them.
Now if you want to actually improve the PBE then Riot should give incentives to test, but if they don't pay attention to bug reports then that's simply impossible. I think a ticket system for bugs that would give your main account a small RP reward for contributing to a bug report (either by submitting it or adding details to an existing one) would be reasonable. Manually verified by Riot employees obviously. But like I said, if they don't even pay attention to bug reports now, it won't work. | even if most people don't care to test things on the PBE, Riot cares even less to fix the bugs and balance issues that are reported. They ignore everything until it goes live and then WHOOPS a reported bug from PBE is still there!!! |
eviladvances | get supports to ward your jungle, if ure going for a mid-late push game and you expect your team to turtle up until one of your t2s are under attack, the enemy will try to sufocate ur jungle, just change lanes, farm on their jungle... if you don't have a teleport/blink/invis(pl,furion,anti-mage) just smoke straight out of the base and carry a tp no big deal.
also if your jungle is not safe, theres the ancient camps.
...
tl:dr valve is going to separate the MMRs into casual and ranked. check their [blog]( | get supports to ward your jungle, if ure going for a mid-late push game and you expect your team to turtle up until one of your t2s are under attack, the enemy will try to sufocate ur jungle, just change lanes, farm on their jungle... if you don't have a teleport/blink/invis(pl,furion,anti-mage) just smoke straight out of the base and carry a tp no big deal.
also if your jungle is not safe, theres the ancient camps.
...
tl:dr valve is going to separate the MMRs into casual and ranked. check their [blog](
| DotA2 | t5_2s580 | cdx5yd3 | get supports to ward your jungle, if ure going for a mid-late push game and you expect your team to turtle up until one of your t2s are under attack, the enemy will try to sufocate ur jungle, just change lanes, farm on their jungle... if you don't have a teleport/blink/invis(pl,furion,anti-mage) just smoke straight out of the base and carry a tp no big deal.
also if your jungle is not safe, theres the ancient camps.
... | valve is going to separate the MMRs into casual and ranked. check their [blog]( |
actjr71 | Unbeknownst to the local police department, the initial domestic abuse stemmed from perp's wife shouting "Honey can you give me a hand!". This enraged the perpetrator to no end, and his only course of action was to attack her with his "fist" prosthetic (much more effective than the claw game attachment you see in the photo above). Finally, once done his son walks in to see his mother beat up. Normally a child would be confused and angered...however, this child was just told he couldn't get a PS4 by the victim two hours ago. His son in exclamation shouted "high-5 dad!". To which the perp continued to mercilessly beat some sense into his son.
TL;DR Make hand jokes to Mr. Ralston, and you get the shit knocked out of ya... | Unbeknownst to the local police department, the initial domestic abuse stemmed from perp's wife shouting "Honey can you give me a hand!". This enraged the perpetrator to no end, and his only course of action was to attack her with his "fist" prosthetic (much more effective than the claw game attachment you see in the photo above). Finally, once done his son walks in to see his mother beat up. Normally a child would be confused and angered...however, this child was just told he couldn't get a PS4 by the victim two hours ago. His son in exclamation shouted "high-5 dad!". To which the perp continued to mercilessly beat some sense into his son.
TL;DR Make hand jokes to Mr. Ralston, and you get the shit knocked out of ya...
| mildlyinteresting | t5_2ti4h | cdx8eth | Unbeknownst to the local police department, the initial domestic abuse stemmed from perp's wife shouting "Honey can you give me a hand!". This enraged the perpetrator to no end, and his only course of action was to attack her with his "fist" prosthetic (much more effective than the claw game attachment you see in the photo above). Finally, once done his son walks in to see his mother beat up. Normally a child would be confused and angered...however, this child was just told he couldn't get a PS4 by the victim two hours ago. His son in exclamation shouted "high-5 dad!". To which the perp continued to mercilessly beat some sense into his son. | Make hand jokes to Mr. Ralston, and you get the shit knocked out of ya... |
romefeller | Cultures a big factor. Since its part of some culture they do it at a young age. I have a middle eastern friend that said she smoked hookah at age 8 cause her grandpa did it a lot and allowed her too. She says her parents wouldn't mind if she did at her current age (21) but still don't allow her to drink.
But for me id really have to see how my kid turns out. I grew up around a father that smoked cigs and always thought I would never ever smoke them and I did. He quit not to long ago and I again am quitting. So I have that respect towards smoking and understanding it in general but what your supposed to tell your kid is not to smoke anything as smoking harms your lungs but if they pick it up then it happens.
I'm sorry I ranted but I've seen to much of my loved ones develop problems and bad habits.
Tl;dr: Some cultures accept it at any age. Tell your kid not to smoke anything but if it happens it happens. | Cultures a big factor. Since its part of some culture they do it at a young age. I have a middle eastern friend that said she smoked hookah at age 8 cause her grandpa did it a lot and allowed her too. She says her parents wouldn't mind if she did at her current age (21) but still don't allow her to drink.
But for me id really have to see how my kid turns out. I grew up around a father that smoked cigs and always thought I would never ever smoke them and I did. He quit not to long ago and I again am quitting. So I have that respect towards smoking and understanding it in general but what your supposed to tell your kid is not to smoke anything as smoking harms your lungs but if they pick it up then it happens.
I'm sorry I ranted but I've seen to much of my loved ones develop problems and bad habits.
Tl;dr: Some cultures accept it at any age. Tell your kid not to smoke anything but if it happens it happens.
| hookah | t5_2qkma | cdxczas | Cultures a big factor. Since its part of some culture they do it at a young age. I have a middle eastern friend that said she smoked hookah at age 8 cause her grandpa did it a lot and allowed her too. She says her parents wouldn't mind if she did at her current age (21) but still don't allow her to drink.
But for me id really have to see how my kid turns out. I grew up around a father that smoked cigs and always thought I would never ever smoke them and I did. He quit not to long ago and I again am quitting. So I have that respect towards smoking and understanding it in general but what your supposed to tell your kid is not to smoke anything as smoking harms your lungs but if they pick it up then it happens.
I'm sorry I ranted but I've seen to much of my loved ones develop problems and bad habits. | Some cultures accept it at any age. Tell your kid not to smoke anything but if it happens it happens. |
guernican | Well, I think you're working from some misconceptions here. Will try to address as many as I can.
> Throughout history Britain has been a poor country.
If, by this, you mean that the majority of people in the country subsist and have little money to spend on luxuries, this is true of nearly every country in the world and is still true today. And, true though it is, I'm not really sure how it contributes to your point.
> we've suddenly got an empire spanning the entire world, and a massive amount range of food suddenly opens up to us.
That is, of course, precisely why we have such a diverse food culture here now. Our immigration, until fairly recently, has been dominated by former colonial possessions: India and the West Indies, for example. Chinese food is harder to quantify: obviously the British had interests in China, both on the mainland and in Hong Kong - hence, among other things, the Opium Wars - but the explosion in Chinese restaurants didn't seem to happen til post-WW2.
> And besides, almost every food is copied from elsewhere anyway.
Again, there's truth here but not quite, I don't think, in the way you mean it. Yes, maritime nations like the Portuguese exported foods like the chili, and centuries before them the Phoenicians traded spices and suchlike from the Far East. Certainly they came to Britain to buy tin. The point is that this cross-fertilisation of goods, including foods, has happened for thousands of years. Cultures so-opt these things. I wouldn't call this "copying" so much as adaptation.
As to what is intrinsically British food... certainly if you look back two hundred years or so, cultural influences on cooking tended to reflect the tenor of the times. In much the same way that the British bought little French wine, so the British avoided what they termed "made dishes". That anti-French sentiment - or, as they would probably have termed it had they even thought about it, a commitment to British individuality - has defined much of our culture, and vice versa, and we still see its legacy in a casual way.
Other people have made the point about ingredients and the quality of them. Certainly we're fortunate in that sense: we lack the sun-driven abundance of southern Italy, but that colder climate has tended to inspire many of the things we think of as intrinsically British. If you think of shepherd's pie, for example, that's just carbs and protein: working man's food, designed to fuel manual labour. The colder the climate, the more calories you burn, which is why you think so much of delicacy of cooking here. Which isn't to say it doesn't exist, but it's not what I'd call characteristic.
Many chefs out there using classic technique or modern tech with British ingredients. Ramsey is an obvious one but Tom Aikens, Marcus Wareing (who, I think, opened a "Traditional" British restaurant in Kings Cross) and plenty of others have added a British twist to the classic French cooking style that seems to be the prerequisite for getting recognition in the dining world.
Sorry for the wall of text. TL:DR, I like food. | Well, I think you're working from some misconceptions here. Will try to address as many as I can.
> Throughout history Britain has been a poor country.
If, by this, you mean that the majority of people in the country subsist and have little money to spend on luxuries, this is true of nearly every country in the world and is still true today. And, true though it is, I'm not really sure how it contributes to your point.
> we've suddenly got an empire spanning the entire world, and a massive amount range of food suddenly opens up to us.
That is, of course, precisely why we have such a diverse food culture here now. Our immigration, until fairly recently, has been dominated by former colonial possessions: India and the West Indies, for example. Chinese food is harder to quantify: obviously the British had interests in China, both on the mainland and in Hong Kong - hence, among other things, the Opium Wars - but the explosion in Chinese restaurants didn't seem to happen til post-WW2.
> And besides, almost every food is copied from elsewhere anyway.
Again, there's truth here but not quite, I don't think, in the way you mean it. Yes, maritime nations like the Portuguese exported foods like the chili, and centuries before them the Phoenicians traded spices and suchlike from the Far East. Certainly they came to Britain to buy tin. The point is that this cross-fertilisation of goods, including foods, has happened for thousands of years. Cultures so-opt these things. I wouldn't call this "copying" so much as adaptation.
As to what is intrinsically British food... certainly if you look back two hundred years or so, cultural influences on cooking tended to reflect the tenor of the times. In much the same way that the British bought little French wine, so the British avoided what they termed "made dishes". That anti-French sentiment - or, as they would probably have termed it had they even thought about it, a commitment to British individuality - has defined much of our culture, and vice versa, and we still see its legacy in a casual way.
Other people have made the point about ingredients and the quality of them. Certainly we're fortunate in that sense: we lack the sun-driven abundance of southern Italy, but that colder climate has tended to inspire many of the things we think of as intrinsically British. If you think of shepherd's pie, for example, that's just carbs and protein: working man's food, designed to fuel manual labour. The colder the climate, the more calories you burn, which is why you think so much of delicacy of cooking here. Which isn't to say it doesn't exist, but it's not what I'd call characteristic.
Many chefs out there using classic technique or modern tech with British ingredients. Ramsey is an obvious one but Tom Aikens, Marcus Wareing (who, I think, opened a "Traditional" British restaurant in Kings Cross) and plenty of others have added a British twist to the classic French cooking style that seems to be the prerequisite for getting recognition in the dining world.
Sorry for the wall of text. TL:DR, I like food.
| AskUK | t5_2t4s3 | cdxi5en | Well, I think you're working from some misconceptions here. Will try to address as many as I can.
> Throughout history Britain has been a poor country.
If, by this, you mean that the majority of people in the country subsist and have little money to spend on luxuries, this is true of nearly every country in the world and is still true today. And, true though it is, I'm not really sure how it contributes to your point.
> we've suddenly got an empire spanning the entire world, and a massive amount range of food suddenly opens up to us.
That is, of course, precisely why we have such a diverse food culture here now. Our immigration, until fairly recently, has been dominated by former colonial possessions: India and the West Indies, for example. Chinese food is harder to quantify: obviously the British had interests in China, both on the mainland and in Hong Kong - hence, among other things, the Opium Wars - but the explosion in Chinese restaurants didn't seem to happen til post-WW2.
> And besides, almost every food is copied from elsewhere anyway.
Again, there's truth here but not quite, I don't think, in the way you mean it. Yes, maritime nations like the Portuguese exported foods like the chili, and centuries before them the Phoenicians traded spices and suchlike from the Far East. Certainly they came to Britain to buy tin. The point is that this cross-fertilisation of goods, including foods, has happened for thousands of years. Cultures so-opt these things. I wouldn't call this "copying" so much as adaptation.
As to what is intrinsically British food... certainly if you look back two hundred years or so, cultural influences on cooking tended to reflect the tenor of the times. In much the same way that the British bought little French wine, so the British avoided what they termed "made dishes". That anti-French sentiment - or, as they would probably have termed it had they even thought about it, a commitment to British individuality - has defined much of our culture, and vice versa, and we still see its legacy in a casual way.
Other people have made the point about ingredients and the quality of them. Certainly we're fortunate in that sense: we lack the sun-driven abundance of southern Italy, but that colder climate has tended to inspire many of the things we think of as intrinsically British. If you think of shepherd's pie, for example, that's just carbs and protein: working man's food, designed to fuel manual labour. The colder the climate, the more calories you burn, which is why you think so much of delicacy of cooking here. Which isn't to say it doesn't exist, but it's not what I'd call characteristic.
Many chefs out there using classic technique or modern tech with British ingredients. Ramsey is an obvious one but Tom Aikens, Marcus Wareing (who, I think, opened a "Traditional" British restaurant in Kings Cross) and plenty of others have added a British twist to the classic French cooking style that seems to be the prerequisite for getting recognition in the dining world.
Sorry for the wall of text. | I like food. |
Snatch_Pastry | The way the title was worded, I couldn't tell if it was really old news or some new sensationalist BS trying, again, to discredit vaccination. So I opened the article and it was dated 2011.
tl;dr- too late, didn't read | The way the title was worded, I couldn't tell if it was really old news or some new sensationalist BS trying, again, to discredit vaccination. So I opened the article and it was dated 2011.
tl;dr- too late, didn't read
| todayilearned | t5_2qqjc | cdy3seo | The way the title was worded, I couldn't tell if it was really old news or some new sensationalist BS trying, again, to discredit vaccination. So I opened the article and it was dated 2011. | too late, didn't read |
rafuzo2 | As others are saying, no matter what the job, stress wins. It doesn't matter if it's a hobby, something you hate but happen to be good at, or a lifelong dream. Without the right boundaries, you *will* burn out, you *will* end up hating it, and you *will* think even being a fry cook at McDonald's is better than this.
In your original post you note you wanted to become a paramedic. You should really talk to some lifers in that role before you decide to make that jump. I've known three, and they have all since moved out of first-responder roles. Why? Stress, of course! 18 hour overnight shifts spent either in total boredom, or delivering narcan to wake up ODs, or dealing with patients who don't want treatment (but legally you have to transport them to a hospital for evaluation) and end up trying to spit/bleed/cut them with a hidden blade. And, assuming you're in the US, in many municipalities [you'll likely be taking home a half, or a third]( of what you're making as a web dev. In fact, two of them are in web development now, and love the fact that they don't have to wear a uniform, have a comfortable chair to sit in, and don't need a shower at the end of their shift.
I've been precisely where you are. It's a neverending bailing-of-the-boat, where there's no actual delivery date or goals, every issue/bug is a crisis, and goddamnit if we don't get this done we're going to lose the client. It did the exact same thing to me. I realized I wasn't learning anymore. I was worrying about the guys on my team getting their work done; when they didn't, it was on me to pick up the slack. The client was the absolute worst; the product owner, at the end of the day, didn't really care about what we were delivering (often it felt like he was sabotaging it), but he took great joy in blustering and yelling about us not getting things done. Our client team leads felt because he wasn't happy, we sucked; I was constantly battling political firefights at the executive level, plus trying to keep the project profitable, plus help our incompetent PM manage the project plan, plus oversee code checkins and do reviews, plus trying to mentor junior developers, plus plus plus...
I was driving myself insane and if I didn't have a breakdown, I got close. I finally said, to no one in particular, "I need boundaries. I will get done what I can, what I think should be done. And that's it. If they (our account team) think the project needs more done, it needs more resources, and it's on them to provide it. There's no more to be done." I accepted the fact that, at worst, I would be fired for not performing consistently at a superhuman level.
You need a vacation, first. Take time off from it all to clear your head. If your bosses can't "afford" to give you two weeks where you're completely unplugged from work, that's their problem, not yours. You need to force yourself to not think about work during that time. Pretend you're someone else, some guy who escaped the office to live on a beach somewhere. For two weeks, anyway.
Then, you need to establish some boundaries. I would go further than what others are recommending and have you actually return to *part-time* work, say 25-30 hours a week for a month. Then go back to 40-45, no more than 50 hours a week, and see how you feel after 3 months.
tl;dr - shitty jobs are defined by the stress of the environment you're working in. Don't change careers entirely unless you know what's waiting for you. You're under stress now, and it's not the time to be making decisions about a major life change. Take some time off and get your head right first.
**edit** narcan, not norcan | As others are saying, no matter what the job, stress wins. It doesn't matter if it's a hobby, something you hate but happen to be good at, or a lifelong dream. Without the right boundaries, you will burn out, you will end up hating it, and you will think even being a fry cook at McDonald's is better than this.
In your original post you note you wanted to become a paramedic. You should really talk to some lifers in that role before you decide to make that jump. I've known three, and they have all since moved out of first-responder roles. Why? Stress, of course! 18 hour overnight shifts spent either in total boredom, or delivering narcan to wake up ODs, or dealing with patients who don't want treatment (but legally you have to transport them to a hospital for evaluation) and end up trying to spit/bleed/cut them with a hidden blade. And, assuming you're in the US, in many municipalities [you'll likely be taking home a half, or a third]( of what you're making as a web dev. In fact, two of them are in web development now, and love the fact that they don't have to wear a uniform, have a comfortable chair to sit in, and don't need a shower at the end of their shift.
I've been precisely where you are. It's a neverending bailing-of-the-boat, where there's no actual delivery date or goals, every issue/bug is a crisis, and goddamnit if we don't get this done we're going to lose the client. It did the exact same thing to me. I realized I wasn't learning anymore. I was worrying about the guys on my team getting their work done; when they didn't, it was on me to pick up the slack. The client was the absolute worst; the product owner, at the end of the day, didn't really care about what we were delivering (often it felt like he was sabotaging it), but he took great joy in blustering and yelling about us not getting things done. Our client team leads felt because he wasn't happy, we sucked; I was constantly battling political firefights at the executive level, plus trying to keep the project profitable, plus help our incompetent PM manage the project plan, plus oversee code checkins and do reviews, plus trying to mentor junior developers, plus plus plus...
I was driving myself insane and if I didn't have a breakdown, I got close. I finally said, to no one in particular, "I need boundaries. I will get done what I can, what I think should be done. And that's it. If they (our account team) think the project needs more done, it needs more resources, and it's on them to provide it. There's no more to be done." I accepted the fact that, at worst, I would be fired for not performing consistently at a superhuman level.
You need a vacation, first. Take time off from it all to clear your head. If your bosses can't "afford" to give you two weeks where you're completely unplugged from work, that's their problem, not yours. You need to force yourself to not think about work during that time. Pretend you're someone else, some guy who escaped the office to live on a beach somewhere. For two weeks, anyway.
Then, you need to establish some boundaries. I would go further than what others are recommending and have you actually return to part-time work, say 25-30 hours a week for a month. Then go back to 40-45, no more than 50 hours a week, and see how you feel after 3 months.
tl;dr - shitty jobs are defined by the stress of the environment you're working in. Don't change careers entirely unless you know what's waiting for you. You're under stress now, and it's not the time to be making decisions about a major life change. Take some time off and get your head right first.
edit narcan, not norcan
| webdev | t5_2qs0q | cdyg1d7 | As others are saying, no matter what the job, stress wins. It doesn't matter if it's a hobby, something you hate but happen to be good at, or a lifelong dream. Without the right boundaries, you will burn out, you will end up hating it, and you will think even being a fry cook at McDonald's is better than this.
In your original post you note you wanted to become a paramedic. You should really talk to some lifers in that role before you decide to make that jump. I've known three, and they have all since moved out of first-responder roles. Why? Stress, of course! 18 hour overnight shifts spent either in total boredom, or delivering narcan to wake up ODs, or dealing with patients who don't want treatment (but legally you have to transport them to a hospital for evaluation) and end up trying to spit/bleed/cut them with a hidden blade. And, assuming you're in the US, in many municipalities [you'll likely be taking home a half, or a third]( of what you're making as a web dev. In fact, two of them are in web development now, and love the fact that they don't have to wear a uniform, have a comfortable chair to sit in, and don't need a shower at the end of their shift.
I've been precisely where you are. It's a neverending bailing-of-the-boat, where there's no actual delivery date or goals, every issue/bug is a crisis, and goddamnit if we don't get this done we're going to lose the client. It did the exact same thing to me. I realized I wasn't learning anymore. I was worrying about the guys on my team getting their work done; when they didn't, it was on me to pick up the slack. The client was the absolute worst; the product owner, at the end of the day, didn't really care about what we were delivering (often it felt like he was sabotaging it), but he took great joy in blustering and yelling about us not getting things done. Our client team leads felt because he wasn't happy, we sucked; I was constantly battling political firefights at the executive level, plus trying to keep the project profitable, plus help our incompetent PM manage the project plan, plus oversee code checkins and do reviews, plus trying to mentor junior developers, plus plus plus...
I was driving myself insane and if I didn't have a breakdown, I got close. I finally said, to no one in particular, "I need boundaries. I will get done what I can, what I think should be done. And that's it. If they (our account team) think the project needs more done, it needs more resources, and it's on them to provide it. There's no more to be done." I accepted the fact that, at worst, I would be fired for not performing consistently at a superhuman level.
You need a vacation, first. Take time off from it all to clear your head. If your bosses can't "afford" to give you two weeks where you're completely unplugged from work, that's their problem, not yours. You need to force yourself to not think about work during that time. Pretend you're someone else, some guy who escaped the office to live on a beach somewhere. For two weeks, anyway.
Then, you need to establish some boundaries. I would go further than what others are recommending and have you actually return to part-time work, say 25-30 hours a week for a month. Then go back to 40-45, no more than 50 hours a week, and see how you feel after 3 months. | shitty jobs are defined by the stress of the environment you're working in. Don't change careers entirely unless you know what's waiting for you. You're under stress now, and it's not the time to be making decisions about a major life change. Take some time off and get your head right first.
edit narcan, not norcan |
scottdrakula | I'm probably too late to the party here but I thought I'd throw in my two cents.
It can be hell sometimes! I own a small company. My brother and I are the only fulltime operators, and we have 3 employees hired on a per-project basis, but are practically working full time. Everybody works from home.
Because I work from home some of my clients feel it's okay to call after-hours. This one guy in particular will often call between 8 and 9:30. A couple times he's left a message (we don't answer the phone after 5:30pm) or sent an email after hours and given us some updates to do, and said we can send them through whenever - he'll be up late. Then he gets annoyed when they're not done until the next working day.
Just last Friday a client texted my brother when we were on our way to a meeting (bro handles client and admin stuff, I do dev and design stuff). Anyway. Conversation goes like this:
Client: Would you be willing to do some work over the weekend? (She's about to launch a site this week, it's practically finished and she probably wants to get some last-minute things sorted.
Me: Maybe... what exactly needs doing? (Bro is driving so I do the texting, and because I'm the one who will be doing the work.)
Her: Can I call you now and we can talk?
Me: Sorry, I'm on my way to a meeting now. Should be back in an hour if you want to call then?
Her: No I'll just call in the morning. (It was only 2:45pm at this point, and remember, it's Friday.)
(Me and bro grumble to each other.)
He texts her after our meeting, at 4:15pm: I'm home now if you want to give me a call?
Her: Yep okay. Soon.
An hour later, no call so even though it's after hours he calls her because we'd rather work late on a Friday than early on a Saturday.
Half an hour later he gets off the call. I've done some of the work she wanted while on the phone. The rest is low priority or can't be done because I don't have access to her booking system. I send an email to one of her project management team and then finish for the weekend. Bro gets this email at 2:30am Sunday morning:
>Hi [Bro],
>
>I’ve posted on Trello the work we’ve identified that needs urgent attention, most of which I discussed with you on Friday, and you indicated that you’d be able to deliver.
>
>[Her team member 1], [Her team member 2] and I had a meeting on Friday and we agreed between the three of us that this coming week is THE week that we’re to launch our advertising campaign, no more delays by any of us. We need the website looking hot and working like a dream.
>
>[Her team member 1] and I spent the best part of Saturday working through things; we’ll have a meeting with our [booking system] account manager on Tuesday morning to iron out the bugs there, so we’d all appreciate it if the website were to be as sharp as possible by then because no doubt there’ll be some last minute urgent changes.
>Please let us know if you have any scheduling conflicts that may affect delivery.
>
>In the future I plan that [Her team member 1], [Her team member 2] and I will have planning meetings regarding our website design at the beginning of the week so we don’t drop a bombshell on your weekend.
>
>Kind regards,
Okay, that's nice and pleasant, seems to be sorry for asking us to work on the weekend. Feeling pretty good.
Then we get this at 4am Monday morning:
>[Bro], on Friday you led me to believe that the vast majority of the work we discussed was being actioned as we spoke. I sent a text message to [Her team member 1] letting him know that all was in hand because I trusted your word. When I returned home later Friday night I saw little evidence of the progress promised. (Which was mostly back-end stuff!)
>On Saturday I checked again and was disappointed.
>On Sunday I checked only to find still no progress.
>It’s now the wee hours of Monday morning, and I’m very worried!
>Would you please send us an update at your earliest convenience.
>
>Regards,
This pissed me off. I did _most_ of the work she wanted on the Friday. She said we didn't have to work on the weekend and yet she was "very worried" that we hadn't?!. We sent her an email telling her what was actioned on Friday, what wasn't and why (waiting for her guy to reply). She sends a reply saying she didn't realise we were heading home for the day when she spoke to bro on Friday.
So OP, I see why you get disheartened. But remember, it's your right to say 'No'. And we do a lot of the time. Frankly I don't need the stress of dealing with clients like this, but the project is almost over and it's going to be a big payday for us, and one of her team members is one of our existing clients (which is the only reason I put up with this). But usually we are very firm and we tell people: even though we work from home, we still only (officially) work 9-5. We have a home office and we leave and "go home" at the end of the day. We say that, but in reality I work 12+ hours a day, but I'm working for myself, so if I don't work I don't get paid. But I would never put up with this when I worked as an employee.
A couple of times over the past 14 years though, I have burnt out. I've left jobs and done something more relaxing for a while. My background is in design so I've gone to print design (no coding!) a couple times, UI design (leave the programming to the programmers), photo editing. I've even done hardware tech stuff. When I feel ready I go back to dev, which is really one of the most under-appreciated jobs there is IMO. If you need to take a break from it, then do so. You're not doing yourself any favours by staying somewhere that makes you miserable.
TL;DR: I had a lousy client experience just this past week and I feel your pain. I've taken breaks from the industry a couple of times just to get refreshed; it helps. Find a new job if you need to. | I'm probably too late to the party here but I thought I'd throw in my two cents.
It can be hell sometimes! I own a small company. My brother and I are the only fulltime operators, and we have 3 employees hired on a per-project basis, but are practically working full time. Everybody works from home.
Because I work from home some of my clients feel it's okay to call after-hours. This one guy in particular will often call between 8 and 9:30. A couple times he's left a message (we don't answer the phone after 5:30pm) or sent an email after hours and given us some updates to do, and said we can send them through whenever - he'll be up late. Then he gets annoyed when they're not done until the next working day.
Just last Friday a client texted my brother when we were on our way to a meeting (bro handles client and admin stuff, I do dev and design stuff). Anyway. Conversation goes like this:
Client: Would you be willing to do some work over the weekend? (She's about to launch a site this week, it's practically finished and she probably wants to get some last-minute things sorted.
Me: Maybe... what exactly needs doing? (Bro is driving so I do the texting, and because I'm the one who will be doing the work.)
Her: Can I call you now and we can talk?
Me: Sorry, I'm on my way to a meeting now. Should be back in an hour if you want to call then?
Her: No I'll just call in the morning. (It was only 2:45pm at this point, and remember, it's Friday.)
(Me and bro grumble to each other.)
He texts her after our meeting, at 4:15pm: I'm home now if you want to give me a call?
Her: Yep okay. Soon.
An hour later, no call so even though it's after hours he calls her because we'd rather work late on a Friday than early on a Saturday.
Half an hour later he gets off the call. I've done some of the work she wanted while on the phone. The rest is low priority or can't be done because I don't have access to her booking system. I send an email to one of her project management team and then finish for the weekend. Bro gets this email at 2:30am Sunday morning:
>Hi [Bro],
>
>I’ve posted on Trello the work we’ve identified that needs urgent attention, most of which I discussed with you on Friday, and you indicated that you’d be able to deliver.
>
>[Her team member 1], [Her team member 2] and I had a meeting on Friday and we agreed between the three of us that this coming week is THE week that we’re to launch our advertising campaign, no more delays by any of us. We need the website looking hot and working like a dream.
>
>[Her team member 1] and I spent the best part of Saturday working through things; we’ll have a meeting with our [booking system] account manager on Tuesday morning to iron out the bugs there, so we’d all appreciate it if the website were to be as sharp as possible by then because no doubt there’ll be some last minute urgent changes.
>Please let us know if you have any scheduling conflicts that may affect delivery.
>
>In the future I plan that [Her team member 1], [Her team member 2] and I will have planning meetings regarding our website design at the beginning of the week so we don’t drop a bombshell on your weekend.
>
>Kind regards,
Okay, that's nice and pleasant, seems to be sorry for asking us to work on the weekend. Feeling pretty good.
Then we get this at 4am Monday morning:
>[Bro], on Friday you led me to believe that the vast majority of the work we discussed was being actioned as we spoke. I sent a text message to [Her team member 1] letting him know that all was in hand because I trusted your word. When I returned home later Friday night I saw little evidence of the progress promised. (Which was mostly back-end stuff!)
>On Saturday I checked again and was disappointed.
>On Sunday I checked only to find still no progress.
>It’s now the wee hours of Monday morning, and I’m very worried!
>Would you please send us an update at your earliest convenience.
>
>Regards,
This pissed me off. I did most of the work she wanted on the Friday. She said we didn't have to work on the weekend and yet she was "very worried" that we hadn't?!. We sent her an email telling her what was actioned on Friday, what wasn't and why (waiting for her guy to reply). She sends a reply saying she didn't realise we were heading home for the day when she spoke to bro on Friday.
So OP, I see why you get disheartened. But remember, it's your right to say 'No'. And we do a lot of the time. Frankly I don't need the stress of dealing with clients like this, but the project is almost over and it's going to be a big payday for us, and one of her team members is one of our existing clients (which is the only reason I put up with this). But usually we are very firm and we tell people: even though we work from home, we still only (officially) work 9-5. We have a home office and we leave and "go home" at the end of the day. We say that, but in reality I work 12+ hours a day, but I'm working for myself, so if I don't work I don't get paid. But I would never put up with this when I worked as an employee.
A couple of times over the past 14 years though, I have burnt out. I've left jobs and done something more relaxing for a while. My background is in design so I've gone to print design (no coding!) a couple times, UI design (leave the programming to the programmers), photo editing. I've even done hardware tech stuff. When I feel ready I go back to dev, which is really one of the most under-appreciated jobs there is IMO. If you need to take a break from it, then do so. You're not doing yourself any favours by staying somewhere that makes you miserable.
TL;DR: I had a lousy client experience just this past week and I feel your pain. I've taken breaks from the industry a couple of times just to get refreshed; it helps. Find a new job if you need to.
| webdev | t5_2qs0q | cdyxtdl | I'm probably too late to the party here but I thought I'd throw in my two cents.
It can be hell sometimes! I own a small company. My brother and I are the only fulltime operators, and we have 3 employees hired on a per-project basis, but are practically working full time. Everybody works from home.
Because I work from home some of my clients feel it's okay to call after-hours. This one guy in particular will often call between 8 and 9:30. A couple times he's left a message (we don't answer the phone after 5:30pm) or sent an email after hours and given us some updates to do, and said we can send them through whenever - he'll be up late. Then he gets annoyed when they're not done until the next working day.
Just last Friday a client texted my brother when we were on our way to a meeting (bro handles client and admin stuff, I do dev and design stuff). Anyway. Conversation goes like this:
Client: Would you be willing to do some work over the weekend? (She's about to launch a site this week, it's practically finished and she probably wants to get some last-minute things sorted.
Me: Maybe... what exactly needs doing? (Bro is driving so I do the texting, and because I'm the one who will be doing the work.)
Her: Can I call you now and we can talk?
Me: Sorry, I'm on my way to a meeting now. Should be back in an hour if you want to call then?
Her: No I'll just call in the morning. (It was only 2:45pm at this point, and remember, it's Friday.)
(Me and bro grumble to each other.)
He texts her after our meeting, at 4:15pm: I'm home now if you want to give me a call?
Her: Yep okay. Soon.
An hour later, no call so even though it's after hours he calls her because we'd rather work late on a Friday than early on a Saturday.
Half an hour later he gets off the call. I've done some of the work she wanted while on the phone. The rest is low priority or can't be done because I don't have access to her booking system. I send an email to one of her project management team and then finish for the weekend. Bro gets this email at 2:30am Sunday morning:
>Hi [Bro],
>
>I’ve posted on Trello the work we’ve identified that needs urgent attention, most of which I discussed with you on Friday, and you indicated that you’d be able to deliver.
>
>[Her team member 1], [Her team member 2] and I had a meeting on Friday and we agreed between the three of us that this coming week is THE week that we’re to launch our advertising campaign, no more delays by any of us. We need the website looking hot and working like a dream.
>
>[Her team member 1] and I spent the best part of Saturday working through things; we’ll have a meeting with our [booking system] account manager on Tuesday morning to iron out the bugs there, so we’d all appreciate it if the website were to be as sharp as possible by then because no doubt there’ll be some last minute urgent changes.
>Please let us know if you have any scheduling conflicts that may affect delivery.
>
>In the future I plan that [Her team member 1], [Her team member 2] and I will have planning meetings regarding our website design at the beginning of the week so we don’t drop a bombshell on your weekend.
>
>Kind regards,
Okay, that's nice and pleasant, seems to be sorry for asking us to work on the weekend. Feeling pretty good.
Then we get this at 4am Monday morning:
>[Bro], on Friday you led me to believe that the vast majority of the work we discussed was being actioned as we spoke. I sent a text message to [Her team member 1] letting him know that all was in hand because I trusted your word. When I returned home later Friday night I saw little evidence of the progress promised. (Which was mostly back-end stuff!)
>On Saturday I checked again and was disappointed.
>On Sunday I checked only to find still no progress.
>It’s now the wee hours of Monday morning, and I’m very worried!
>Would you please send us an update at your earliest convenience.
>
>Regards,
This pissed me off. I did most of the work she wanted on the Friday. She said we didn't have to work on the weekend and yet she was "very worried" that we hadn't?!. We sent her an email telling her what was actioned on Friday, what wasn't and why (waiting for her guy to reply). She sends a reply saying she didn't realise we were heading home for the day when she spoke to bro on Friday.
So OP, I see why you get disheartened. But remember, it's your right to say 'No'. And we do a lot of the time. Frankly I don't need the stress of dealing with clients like this, but the project is almost over and it's going to be a big payday for us, and one of her team members is one of our existing clients (which is the only reason I put up with this). But usually we are very firm and we tell people: even though we work from home, we still only (officially) work 9-5. We have a home office and we leave and "go home" at the end of the day. We say that, but in reality I work 12+ hours a day, but I'm working for myself, so if I don't work I don't get paid. But I would never put up with this when I worked as an employee.
A couple of times over the past 14 years though, I have burnt out. I've left jobs and done something more relaxing for a while. My background is in design so I've gone to print design (no coding!) a couple times, UI design (leave the programming to the programmers), photo editing. I've even done hardware tech stuff. When I feel ready I go back to dev, which is really one of the most under-appreciated jobs there is IMO. If you need to take a break from it, then do so. You're not doing yourself any favours by staying somewhere that makes you miserable. | I had a lousy client experience just this past week and I feel your pain. I've taken breaks from the industry a couple of times just to get refreshed; it helps. Find a new job if you need to. |
kiac | Everton had a squad good enough to finish sixth under Moyes. Then in the off season they lost Phil Neville to retirement, and sold Fellaini and Anichebe for more than they were worth to the team. They signed Kone who has hardly played, but also McCarthy who was a relatively big money signing from Martinez's previous club (similar principle to Fellaini > United). On loan they get Barry, a top quality player and a huge upgrade from Neville, Deulofeu who is Barca's latest wonder kid, and Lukaku who is a £30+ million striker (Barry and Lukaku have probably been their two best players this season). Moyes' last signings like Mirallas are coming good and his young players like Barkley and Coleman have grown into some of the better players in the league. Martinez has had nearly no injuries bar Baines, which is a huge loss, but covering one position is easier than 3 or 4 constantly. Perhaps Moyes wouldn't have been able to do such good business in the transfer period, but Everton's squad is undoubtedly better this season, and it should be noted they've done that partially with short-sighted patch ups (loans).
I think Everton have an extremely well balanced squad, and Martinez has been able to go in and implement his style to a settled and stable line up. As opposed to United, where we have had a lot of players under performing for a number of seasons, there's even holes in our best 11 and because of the usual rotation of the squad, changing things has proven very hit and miss.
TL;DR Taking over Everton was just not a job of the same magnitude or difficulty as United. | Everton had a squad good enough to finish sixth under Moyes. Then in the off season they lost Phil Neville to retirement, and sold Fellaini and Anichebe for more than they were worth to the team. They signed Kone who has hardly played, but also McCarthy who was a relatively big money signing from Martinez's previous club (similar principle to Fellaini > United). On loan they get Barry, a top quality player and a huge upgrade from Neville, Deulofeu who is Barca's latest wonder kid, and Lukaku who is a £30+ million striker (Barry and Lukaku have probably been their two best players this season). Moyes' last signings like Mirallas are coming good and his young players like Barkley and Coleman have grown into some of the better players in the league. Martinez has had nearly no injuries bar Baines, which is a huge loss, but covering one position is easier than 3 or 4 constantly. Perhaps Moyes wouldn't have been able to do such good business in the transfer period, but Everton's squad is undoubtedly better this season, and it should be noted they've done that partially with short-sighted patch ups (loans).
I think Everton have an extremely well balanced squad, and Martinez has been able to go in and implement his style to a settled and stable line up. As opposed to United, where we have had a lot of players under performing for a number of seasons, there's even holes in our best 11 and because of the usual rotation of the squad, changing things has proven very hit and miss.
TL;DR Taking over Everton was just not a job of the same magnitude or difficulty as United.
| reddevils | t5_2rxse | cdz3b49 | Everton had a squad good enough to finish sixth under Moyes. Then in the off season they lost Phil Neville to retirement, and sold Fellaini and Anichebe for more than they were worth to the team. They signed Kone who has hardly played, but also McCarthy who was a relatively big money signing from Martinez's previous club (similar principle to Fellaini > United). On loan they get Barry, a top quality player and a huge upgrade from Neville, Deulofeu who is Barca's latest wonder kid, and Lukaku who is a £30+ million striker (Barry and Lukaku have probably been their two best players this season). Moyes' last signings like Mirallas are coming good and his young players like Barkley and Coleman have grown into some of the better players in the league. Martinez has had nearly no injuries bar Baines, which is a huge loss, but covering one position is easier than 3 or 4 constantly. Perhaps Moyes wouldn't have been able to do such good business in the transfer period, but Everton's squad is undoubtedly better this season, and it should be noted they've done that partially with short-sighted patch ups (loans).
I think Everton have an extremely well balanced squad, and Martinez has been able to go in and implement his style to a settled and stable line up. As opposed to United, where we have had a lot of players under performing for a number of seasons, there's even holes in our best 11 and because of the usual rotation of the squad, changing things has proven very hit and miss. | Taking over Everton was just not a job of the same magnitude or difficulty as United. |
throwaway_jvj001 | It's easy to lose track of the truth when you are being dishonest with so many people so frequently. But don't forget the person that you should always be honest with: yourself.
Answer the following questions for yourself with absolutely brutal honesty.
* Do you really want to be with your wife?
* Do you want to raise a family?
* Do you want a monogamous, polyamorous or swinging relationship?
* Do you want to just have sex with many women and not have to worry about relationships altogether?
* Are you specifically turned on by the idea of having forbidden sex (even if it hurts your partner)?
* On the whole, what is the ideal situation to you? (i.e. what do you truly want?)
The sooner that you decide what you truly want from this scenario, the more effective you will be at minimizing the damage when this is said and done. Most of your problems thus far have stemmed from rampant passiveness and indecision, then absolving yourself of responsibility as though these events just "happen" to you. They don't. You choose to be passive because it is the easiest decision to make. Some therapy wouldn't go amiss in dealing with those issues.
**TLDR**: *Don't string your wife along with the idea that you'll fix yourself if you genuinely are not committed to that idea*. Get to grips with what you truly want; take responsibility for your actions, research what needs to be done and follow through. | It's easy to lose track of the truth when you are being dishonest with so many people so frequently. But don't forget the person that you should always be honest with: yourself.
Answer the following questions for yourself with absolutely brutal honesty.
Do you really want to be with your wife?
Do you want to raise a family?
Do you want a monogamous, polyamorous or swinging relationship?
Do you want to just have sex with many women and not have to worry about relationships altogether?
Are you specifically turned on by the idea of having forbidden sex (even if it hurts your partner)?
On the whole, what is the ideal situation to you? (i.e. what do you truly want?)
The sooner that you decide what you truly want from this scenario, the more effective you will be at minimizing the damage when this is said and done. Most of your problems thus far have stemmed from rampant passiveness and indecision, then absolving yourself of responsibility as though these events just "happen" to you. They don't. You choose to be passive because it is the easiest decision to make. Some therapy wouldn't go amiss in dealing with those issues.
TLDR : Don't string your wife along with the idea that you'll fix yourself if you genuinely are not committed to that idea . Get to grips with what you truly want; take responsibility for your actions, research what needs to be done and follow through.
| relationships | t5_2qjvn | cdyieb1 | It's easy to lose track of the truth when you are being dishonest with so many people so frequently. But don't forget the person that you should always be honest with: yourself.
Answer the following questions for yourself with absolutely brutal honesty.
Do you really want to be with your wife?
Do you want to raise a family?
Do you want a monogamous, polyamorous or swinging relationship?
Do you want to just have sex with many women and not have to worry about relationships altogether?
Are you specifically turned on by the idea of having forbidden sex (even if it hurts your partner)?
On the whole, what is the ideal situation to you? (i.e. what do you truly want?)
The sooner that you decide what you truly want from this scenario, the more effective you will be at minimizing the damage when this is said and done. Most of your problems thus far have stemmed from rampant passiveness and indecision, then absolving yourself of responsibility as though these events just "happen" to you. They don't. You choose to be passive because it is the easiest decision to make. Some therapy wouldn't go amiss in dealing with those issues. | Don't string your wife along with the idea that you'll fix yourself if you genuinely are not committed to that idea . Get to grips with what you truly want; take responsibility for your actions, research what needs to be done and follow through. |
jshortty1 | Basically, unless you're on gear, just do the same 45-1hour workouts everyone else does, splitting accordingly, and make a meal plan that is right for your goals. Do research. Basically, it will just be easier for you because you can eat when you want and train when you want, without the hassle of working in other activities as well.
Most celebrity stories involve heavy gear usage and everything else, you can find on the internet.
Basically, your best bet is to do some research, make/find a good workout plan and meal plan, then do as such. If you're on gear, you could do more than one workout a day or do longer workouts, because your body can handle it.
TL;DR you have more time on your hands than most, lucky you | Basically, unless you're on gear, just do the same 45-1hour workouts everyone else does, splitting accordingly, and make a meal plan that is right for your goals. Do research. Basically, it will just be easier for you because you can eat when you want and train when you want, without the hassle of working in other activities as well.
Most celebrity stories involve heavy gear usage and everything else, you can find on the internet.
Basically, your best bet is to do some research, make/find a good workout plan and meal plan, then do as such. If you're on gear, you could do more than one workout a day or do longer workouts, because your body can handle it.
TL;DR you have more time on your hands than most, lucky you
| bodybuilding | t5_2ql8s | cdyv2nv | Basically, unless you're on gear, just do the same 45-1hour workouts everyone else does, splitting accordingly, and make a meal plan that is right for your goals. Do research. Basically, it will just be easier for you because you can eat when you want and train when you want, without the hassle of working in other activities as well.
Most celebrity stories involve heavy gear usage and everything else, you can find on the internet.
Basically, your best bet is to do some research, make/find a good workout plan and meal plan, then do as such. If you're on gear, you could do more than one workout a day or do longer workouts, because your body can handle it. | you have more time on your hands than most, lucky you |
FreeMordigo | (Been lurking here for about 9 months. Finally registered a few days ago, and now my first post!)
I was on "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" about two years ago. I actually tried to write a blog about the experience, but it ended up being ridiculously too long and overly-detailed for such a short thing. But since I don't know exactly what people want to know, it's hard to sum it up briefly.
Basically, I passed the test on the contestant tour. Was interviewed about 3 times that day after the test to make sure I'd be "fun" on TV. That took about 4 hours one morning. 2 months later got called the call with my record date.
Went to NYC on my own dime. Sat around a green room all day, which was kind of fun. The other contestants were mostly the kinds of people you'd want to be locked in a room with. One contestant had a friend who had been on Jeopardy. According to him, the Jeopardy green room is miserable, since everyone will be competing against each other. But there was no competition here, so it was fun. I'm Facebook friends with 3 people from the green room.
That day's recording went a little more slowly than usual, so around lunchtime they told us that some of us might have to come back. I got lucky and was, I think, the second to last person called for record that day. The others would have to come back another day.
I get out there. Meredith looks like a corpse with all the make-up. I'm a little bit nervous and a little bit overly focused, so I'm not nearly as interesting during the chit-chat with Meredith as I was during the interviews. I imagine a few producers were a little disappointed. I wish I was a little more personable, but that was secondary--I mostly wanted to win some money!
yadda, yadda, yadda...
tl;dr: Won $26k on Millionaire. Paid about $8k in taxes. | (Been lurking here for about 9 months. Finally registered a few days ago, and now my first post!)
I was on "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" about two years ago. I actually tried to write a blog about the experience, but it ended up being ridiculously too long and overly-detailed for such a short thing. But since I don't know exactly what people want to know, it's hard to sum it up briefly.
Basically, I passed the test on the contestant tour. Was interviewed about 3 times that day after the test to make sure I'd be "fun" on TV. That took about 4 hours one morning. 2 months later got called the call with my record date.
Went to NYC on my own dime. Sat around a green room all day, which was kind of fun. The other contestants were mostly the kinds of people you'd want to be locked in a room with. One contestant had a friend who had been on Jeopardy. According to him, the Jeopardy green room is miserable, since everyone will be competing against each other. But there was no competition here, so it was fun. I'm Facebook friends with 3 people from the green room.
That day's recording went a little more slowly than usual, so around lunchtime they told us that some of us might have to come back. I got lucky and was, I think, the second to last person called for record that day. The others would have to come back another day.
I get out there. Meredith looks like a corpse with all the make-up. I'm a little bit nervous and a little bit overly focused, so I'm not nearly as interesting during the chit-chat with Meredith as I was during the interviews. I imagine a few producers were a little disappointed. I wish I was a little more personable, but that was secondary--I mostly wanted to win some money!
yadda, yadda, yadda...
tl;dr: Won $26k on Millionaire. Paid about $8k in taxes.
| television | t5_2qh6e | cdz7fj0 | Been lurking here for about 9 months. Finally registered a few days ago, and now my first post!)
I was on "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" about two years ago. I actually tried to write a blog about the experience, but it ended up being ridiculously too long and overly-detailed for such a short thing. But since I don't know exactly what people want to know, it's hard to sum it up briefly.
Basically, I passed the test on the contestant tour. Was interviewed about 3 times that day after the test to make sure I'd be "fun" on TV. That took about 4 hours one morning. 2 months later got called the call with my record date.
Went to NYC on my own dime. Sat around a green room all day, which was kind of fun. The other contestants were mostly the kinds of people you'd want to be locked in a room with. One contestant had a friend who had been on Jeopardy. According to him, the Jeopardy green room is miserable, since everyone will be competing against each other. But there was no competition here, so it was fun. I'm Facebook friends with 3 people from the green room.
That day's recording went a little more slowly than usual, so around lunchtime they told us that some of us might have to come back. I got lucky and was, I think, the second to last person called for record that day. The others would have to come back another day.
I get out there. Meredith looks like a corpse with all the make-up. I'm a little bit nervous and a little bit overly focused, so I'm not nearly as interesting during the chit-chat with Meredith as I was during the interviews. I imagine a few producers were a little disappointed. I wish I was a little more personable, but that was secondary--I mostly wanted to win some money!
yadda, yadda, yadda... | Won $26k on Millionaire. Paid about $8k in taxes. |
rrandomhero | I got slimed/won on slime time live, I don't have time to post the whole story right now but I can later if anyone wants to hear it, I might even have the video somewhere
EDITED FOR STORY:
Ok there seems to be mild interest so what the hell, I'll share.
I was on vacation in Orlando with my family, I couldn't have been more than 9-10 (~2000). We went to universal studios, now this is back when they had nickelodeon on-site so you could take tours, see the studio etc. Anyway, as we were walking around a lady with a clipboard asked us if I wanted to be on slime time live. Now being a 10 year old around that time period, and hearing that question was better than my first time touching boob. We end up talking to the lady for a while and she signs me up and has us fill out a little paperwork and then tells us to come back tomorrow and hands us all free tickets to come back tomorrow.
Ok, so next day we get there, get to go to the studio, parents and brother get sat in the audience and they take me back and let me put on the outfit they wanted me to wear (t shirt and sweatpants, I guess when you're cleaning slime out of these its cheaper to just throw them away afterwards and buy new ones).
I ended up playing 2 "games" while I was there, one where me and this girl around my age had to pop balloons full of slime with sandpaper strips we had strapped to our backs, the second one was the supper sloppy slime off (the big shaboozie). Oh fuck yea, you know what I'm talkin about, the one with the whipped cream cannons and the big ass bucket of slime that drenches 3 people standing underneath. I didn't actually do anything on that, but the person who called in and was answering trivia apparently knew their shit because one second I'm having the time of my life, the next I'm blinded by a whipped cream facial that could have made the jolly green giant blush, followed shortly by ice cold slime, which is apparently made of applesauce, hence the need to keep it chilled. FUCK. THAT. SHIT. I nearly got hypothermia before everything was over and they let me take a shower. In the end I took home a mountain bike that I still ride and some other little nickelodeon shit. I'll try and find the video we have of it and if i can get it up on Youtube I'll post it.
TL;DR: Was on slimetime live, got slimed, won mountain bike. 10/10 would do again. | I got slimed/won on slime time live, I don't have time to post the whole story right now but I can later if anyone wants to hear it, I might even have the video somewhere
EDITED FOR STORY:
Ok there seems to be mild interest so what the hell, I'll share.
I was on vacation in Orlando with my family, I couldn't have been more than 9-10 (~2000). We went to universal studios, now this is back when they had nickelodeon on-site so you could take tours, see the studio etc. Anyway, as we were walking around a lady with a clipboard asked us if I wanted to be on slime time live. Now being a 10 year old around that time period, and hearing that question was better than my first time touching boob. We end up talking to the lady for a while and she signs me up and has us fill out a little paperwork and then tells us to come back tomorrow and hands us all free tickets to come back tomorrow.
Ok, so next day we get there, get to go to the studio, parents and brother get sat in the audience and they take me back and let me put on the outfit they wanted me to wear (t shirt and sweatpants, I guess when you're cleaning slime out of these its cheaper to just throw them away afterwards and buy new ones).
I ended up playing 2 "games" while I was there, one where me and this girl around my age had to pop balloons full of slime with sandpaper strips we had strapped to our backs, the second one was the supper sloppy slime off (the big shaboozie). Oh fuck yea, you know what I'm talkin about, the one with the whipped cream cannons and the big ass bucket of slime that drenches 3 people standing underneath. I didn't actually do anything on that, but the person who called in and was answering trivia apparently knew their shit because one second I'm having the time of my life, the next I'm blinded by a whipped cream facial that could have made the jolly green giant blush, followed shortly by ice cold slime, which is apparently made of applesauce, hence the need to keep it chilled. FUCK. THAT. SHIT. I nearly got hypothermia before everything was over and they let me take a shower. In the end I took home a mountain bike that I still ride and some other little nickelodeon shit. I'll try and find the video we have of it and if i can get it up on Youtube I'll post it.
TL;DR: Was on slimetime live, got slimed, won mountain bike. 10/10 would do again.
| television | t5_2qh6e | cdz9jdx | I got slimed/won on slime time live, I don't have time to post the whole story right now but I can later if anyone wants to hear it, I might even have the video somewhere
EDITED FOR STORY:
Ok there seems to be mild interest so what the hell, I'll share.
I was on vacation in Orlando with my family, I couldn't have been more than 9-10 (~2000). We went to universal studios, now this is back when they had nickelodeon on-site so you could take tours, see the studio etc. Anyway, as we were walking around a lady with a clipboard asked us if I wanted to be on slime time live. Now being a 10 year old around that time period, and hearing that question was better than my first time touching boob. We end up talking to the lady for a while and she signs me up and has us fill out a little paperwork and then tells us to come back tomorrow and hands us all free tickets to come back tomorrow.
Ok, so next day we get there, get to go to the studio, parents and brother get sat in the audience and they take me back and let me put on the outfit they wanted me to wear (t shirt and sweatpants, I guess when you're cleaning slime out of these its cheaper to just throw them away afterwards and buy new ones).
I ended up playing 2 "games" while I was there, one where me and this girl around my age had to pop balloons full of slime with sandpaper strips we had strapped to our backs, the second one was the supper sloppy slime off (the big shaboozie). Oh fuck yea, you know what I'm talkin about, the one with the whipped cream cannons and the big ass bucket of slime that drenches 3 people standing underneath. I didn't actually do anything on that, but the person who called in and was answering trivia apparently knew their shit because one second I'm having the time of my life, the next I'm blinded by a whipped cream facial that could have made the jolly green giant blush, followed shortly by ice cold slime, which is apparently made of applesauce, hence the need to keep it chilled. FUCK. THAT. SHIT. I nearly got hypothermia before everything was over and they let me take a shower. In the end I took home a mountain bike that I still ride and some other little nickelodeon shit. I'll try and find the video we have of it and if i can get it up on Youtube I'll post it. | Was on slimetime live, got slimed, won mountain bike. 10/10 would do again. |
HastaLaPastaSiempre | I was on where in time is Carmen Sandiego in 1996. They came to my grammar school in NY and gave us an exam. The students who scored highest on the exam were then put in a room together with a rep from the show who was asking us random questions, apparently they were picking people based in personality. I ended up being runner up to a girl with no personality who chickened out. When they called me and told me he didn't wanna go on and asked me if I was interested my brain said "fuck yea I wanna be on tv" and my mouth said "yea!"
The first two rounds of the show were filmed a month before the third round which I thought was strange then, but looking back it's the perfect amount of time for a kid to forget every question from the first two rounds you were in(the third round had questions related to the first two) the other interesting about the third round filming was that they literally filmed the third round of each episode over the space of two days so I got to meet all the winners of the first two rounds. On my day of filming the order of which people were filmed was reverse alphabetical so I had to go first and I remember everyone made that "OOOOOOO" noise and it made me crazy nervous. Got out there did the course, missed one question and quickly did an obstacle and won at exactly 0 seconds left!
TL DR: was on where in time is Carmen Sandiego and caught the bitch | I was on where in time is Carmen Sandiego in 1996. They came to my grammar school in NY and gave us an exam. The students who scored highest on the exam were then put in a room together with a rep from the show who was asking us random questions, apparently they were picking people based in personality. I ended up being runner up to a girl with no personality who chickened out. When they called me and told me he didn't wanna go on and asked me if I was interested my brain said "fuck yea I wanna be on tv" and my mouth said "yea!"
The first two rounds of the show were filmed a month before the third round which I thought was strange then, but looking back it's the perfect amount of time for a kid to forget every question from the first two rounds you were in(the third round had questions related to the first two) the other interesting about the third round filming was that they literally filmed the third round of each episode over the space of two days so I got to meet all the winners of the first two rounds. On my day of filming the order of which people were filmed was reverse alphabetical so I had to go first and I remember everyone made that "OOOOOOO" noise and it made me crazy nervous. Got out there did the course, missed one question and quickly did an obstacle and won at exactly 0 seconds left!
TL DR: was on where in time is Carmen Sandiego and caught the bitch
| television | t5_2qh6e | cdz9t4v | I was on where in time is Carmen Sandiego in 1996. They came to my grammar school in NY and gave us an exam. The students who scored highest on the exam were then put in a room together with a rep from the show who was asking us random questions, apparently they were picking people based in personality. I ended up being runner up to a girl with no personality who chickened out. When they called me and told me he didn't wanna go on and asked me if I was interested my brain said "fuck yea I wanna be on tv" and my mouth said "yea!"
The first two rounds of the show were filmed a month before the third round which I thought was strange then, but looking back it's the perfect amount of time for a kid to forget every question from the first two rounds you were in(the third round had questions related to the first two) the other interesting about the third round filming was that they literally filmed the third round of each episode over the space of two days so I got to meet all the winners of the first two rounds. On my day of filming the order of which people were filmed was reverse alphabetical so I had to go first and I remember everyone made that "OOOOOOO" noise and it made me crazy nervous. Got out there did the course, missed one question and quickly did an obstacle and won at exactly 0 seconds left! | was on where in time is Carmen Sandiego and caught the bitch |
quillayute | I was on Wheel of Fortune in the fall of 1997.
It was a regular show (i.e., no college week or anything).
proof:
(Around 7:30 or so is where it gets interesting for me!)
One of the stranger parts is how I actually got on the show. I was living in Norman, OK at the time and was out running errands with a friend on one of those scorching afternoons. Rather than be dragged into Hobby Lobby with said friend, I opted to go across the parking lot to a Grandy's (a restaurant I'd normally not set foot in) to grab a coke.
On the counter was one of those shady 'enter here to win something' boxes, usually reserved for sketchy condo timeshares or the like. Only this one had the NBC affiliate's logo and 'a chance to audition to be on Wheel Of Fortune'. Seeing as how I grew up watching the game with my family, and was pretty good at it, I thought 'Why the fuck not?'
Two days later, I get a call that says I was chosen to be a part of the contestant search in Oklahoma City. Went to the audition at a hotel, which consisted of a huge room of hundreds of people and quick trial of calling out a letter and making a guess at a puzzle on a canvas. After that, we had a test -- 15 puzzles to solve in 5 minutes. Nailed it, and was asked to stay a with a couple dozen others and play some more 'practice rounds'.
The interesting part was when we left -- they said you would only be notified by mail if you were chosen to be a contestant, and from there -- it could take up to 2-3 YEARS before you were actually selected to come on the show. There will be no phone calls, they said.
So imagine my surprise when I'm in the bathroom some two days later and my roommate yells to me that I have a phone call from someone claiming to be from Wheel Of Fortune. Mid-shit, and knowing no one is supposed to call, I figure it's one of my idiot friends playing a prank. I send him away. Roommate returns after a minute, saying "they're really insistent". Ugh, fucking pranksterfriends. So I finish expediently, head back to my room and grab the phone, and say "Which one of you idiots is this?" A woman's voice calmly says she's from Wheel Of Fortune and they're inviting me out to a taping in two weeks. Nonplussed, I ask repeatedly who it is again... "Jamie? Is that you? You're such a bitch.". Woman laughs politely, then gives me a number to call back on to verify.
I feel my heart sinking and my stomach rising when the callback number is from an LA area code. I dial it, and more sinking/rising as the person on the other end says "hello, this is so-and-so...", and I just stammer. "I uhhhh uhhhuhhh huhuhhhh". She's already laughing again, and says this happens all the time. They don't have to call many people, but someone who was scheduled for the very next week had withdrawn, and, well, they somehow chose me to as the fill-in. I fall all over myself apologizing, hang up, and immediately book a ticket to LA. (Yes, you have to pay your own way).
They did put me up in a hotel with other contestants, where you have a breakfast the next morning and a contestant orientation -- then bus you off to the studios. There, more orientation... meeting with producers, and Pat & Vanna make an appearance (they are sweet and appeared very genuine and welcoming). Next up, drawing dice to see what 'day' you'll tape for (they tape an entire week at a time). Then, you wait. I drew Thursday, so I had to sit in the studio audience with other contestants while they tape the other shows.
The studio is surprisingly small, the audience not more than 10 rows or so, and the studio not very wide.
The wheel is heavy, and that railing is awkward. If you're not careful, you'll fall over it.
Pat & Vanna are both very short, Vanna especially.
There's a board off-camera that shows which letters have been called, as well as the money racked up cumulatively (important in my case)
The taping of the game itself was a blur. I was the blue contestant, and the red contestant racked up $9950 in her first puzzle. It took me 3 puzzles, but I eventually tied that score heading into the last round. In the commercial break before that round, the red contestant went from being a cheery woman to giving me the iciest, most evil glares I'd received up to that point in my life. Yikes.
How did it turn out? I walked away with cash. Did I win? See for yourself.
I was made fun of for months because I over-enunciated the letter 'V' when I finally got to spin the wheel.
They took the CA tax out right away (I had to sign something), then mailed me a check that arrived shortly thereafter, if I remember correctly.
My mom chatted with Charlie O'Donnell (the announcer) and got us a nice restaurant recommendation in Marina Del Ray (my parents flew out from Chicago for the taping)
Great experience.
tl;dr I got on Wheel Of Fortune in a slightly unconventional way
edit: added details
| I was on Wheel of Fortune in the fall of 1997.
It was a regular show (i.e., no college week or anything).
proof:
(Around 7:30 or so is where it gets interesting for me!)
One of the stranger parts is how I actually got on the show. I was living in Norman, OK at the time and was out running errands with a friend on one of those scorching afternoons. Rather than be dragged into Hobby Lobby with said friend, I opted to go across the parking lot to a Grandy's (a restaurant I'd normally not set foot in) to grab a coke.
On the counter was one of those shady 'enter here to win something' boxes, usually reserved for sketchy condo timeshares or the like. Only this one had the NBC affiliate's logo and 'a chance to audition to be on Wheel Of Fortune'. Seeing as how I grew up watching the game with my family, and was pretty good at it, I thought 'Why the fuck not?'
Two days later, I get a call that says I was chosen to be a part of the contestant search in Oklahoma City. Went to the audition at a hotel, which consisted of a huge room of hundreds of people and quick trial of calling out a letter and making a guess at a puzzle on a canvas. After that, we had a test -- 15 puzzles to solve in 5 minutes. Nailed it, and was asked to stay a with a couple dozen others and play some more 'practice rounds'.
The interesting part was when we left -- they said you would only be notified by mail if you were chosen to be a contestant, and from there -- it could take up to 2-3 YEARS before you were actually selected to come on the show. There will be no phone calls, they said.
So imagine my surprise when I'm in the bathroom some two days later and my roommate yells to me that I have a phone call from someone claiming to be from Wheel Of Fortune. Mid-shit, and knowing no one is supposed to call, I figure it's one of my idiot friends playing a prank. I send him away. Roommate returns after a minute, saying "they're really insistent". Ugh, fucking pranksterfriends. So I finish expediently, head back to my room and grab the phone, and say "Which one of you idiots is this?" A woman's voice calmly says she's from Wheel Of Fortune and they're inviting me out to a taping in two weeks. Nonplussed, I ask repeatedly who it is again... "Jamie? Is that you? You're such a bitch.". Woman laughs politely, then gives me a number to call back on to verify.
I feel my heart sinking and my stomach rising when the callback number is from an LA area code. I dial it, and more sinking/rising as the person on the other end says "hello, this is so-and-so...", and I just stammer. "I uhhhh uhhhuhhh huhuhhhh". She's already laughing again, and says this happens all the time. They don't have to call many people, but someone who was scheduled for the very next week had withdrawn, and, well, they somehow chose me to as the fill-in. I fall all over myself apologizing, hang up, and immediately book a ticket to LA. (Yes, you have to pay your own way).
They did put me up in a hotel with other contestants, where you have a breakfast the next morning and a contestant orientation -- then bus you off to the studios. There, more orientation... meeting with producers, and Pat & Vanna make an appearance (they are sweet and appeared very genuine and welcoming). Next up, drawing dice to see what 'day' you'll tape for (they tape an entire week at a time). Then, you wait. I drew Thursday, so I had to sit in the studio audience with other contestants while they tape the other shows.
The studio is surprisingly small, the audience not more than 10 rows or so, and the studio not very wide.
The wheel is heavy, and that railing is awkward. If you're not careful, you'll fall over it.
Pat & Vanna are both very short, Vanna especially.
There's a board off-camera that shows which letters have been called, as well as the money racked up cumulatively (important in my case)
The taping of the game itself was a blur. I was the blue contestant, and the red contestant racked up $9950 in her first puzzle. It took me 3 puzzles, but I eventually tied that score heading into the last round. In the commercial break before that round, the red contestant went from being a cheery woman to giving me the iciest, most evil glares I'd received up to that point in my life. Yikes.
How did it turn out? I walked away with cash. Did I win? See for yourself.
I was made fun of for months because I over-enunciated the letter 'V' when I finally got to spin the wheel.
They took the CA tax out right away (I had to sign something), then mailed me a check that arrived shortly thereafter, if I remember correctly.
My mom chatted with Charlie O'Donnell (the announcer) and got us a nice restaurant recommendation in Marina Del Ray (my parents flew out from Chicago for the taping)
Great experience.
tl;dr I got on Wheel Of Fortune in a slightly unconventional way
edit: added details
| television | t5_2qh6e | cdza5cf | I was on Wheel of Fortune in the fall of 1997.
It was a regular show (i.e., no college week or anything).
proof:
(Around 7:30 or so is where it gets interesting for me!)
One of the stranger parts is how I actually got on the show. I was living in Norman, OK at the time and was out running errands with a friend on one of those scorching afternoons. Rather than be dragged into Hobby Lobby with said friend, I opted to go across the parking lot to a Grandy's (a restaurant I'd normally not set foot in) to grab a coke.
On the counter was one of those shady 'enter here to win something' boxes, usually reserved for sketchy condo timeshares or the like. Only this one had the NBC affiliate's logo and 'a chance to audition to be on Wheel Of Fortune'. Seeing as how I grew up watching the game with my family, and was pretty good at it, I thought 'Why the fuck not?'
Two days later, I get a call that says I was chosen to be a part of the contestant search in Oklahoma City. Went to the audition at a hotel, which consisted of a huge room of hundreds of people and quick trial of calling out a letter and making a guess at a puzzle on a canvas. After that, we had a test -- 15 puzzles to solve in 5 minutes. Nailed it, and was asked to stay a with a couple dozen others and play some more 'practice rounds'.
The interesting part was when we left -- they said you would only be notified by mail if you were chosen to be a contestant, and from there -- it could take up to 2-3 YEARS before you were actually selected to come on the show. There will be no phone calls, they said.
So imagine my surprise when I'm in the bathroom some two days later and my roommate yells to me that I have a phone call from someone claiming to be from Wheel Of Fortune. Mid-shit, and knowing no one is supposed to call, I figure it's one of my idiot friends playing a prank. I send him away. Roommate returns after a minute, saying "they're really insistent". Ugh, fucking pranksterfriends. So I finish expediently, head back to my room and grab the phone, and say "Which one of you idiots is this?" A woman's voice calmly says she's from Wheel Of Fortune and they're inviting me out to a taping in two weeks. Nonplussed, I ask repeatedly who it is again... "Jamie? Is that you? You're such a bitch.". Woman laughs politely, then gives me a number to call back on to verify.
I feel my heart sinking and my stomach rising when the callback number is from an LA area code. I dial it, and more sinking/rising as the person on the other end says "hello, this is so-and-so...", and I just stammer. "I uhhhh uhhhuhhh huhuhhhh". She's already laughing again, and says this happens all the time. They don't have to call many people, but someone who was scheduled for the very next week had withdrawn, and, well, they somehow chose me to as the fill-in. I fall all over myself apologizing, hang up, and immediately book a ticket to LA. (Yes, you have to pay your own way).
They did put me up in a hotel with other contestants, where you have a breakfast the next morning and a contestant orientation -- then bus you off to the studios. There, more orientation... meeting with producers, and Pat & Vanna make an appearance (they are sweet and appeared very genuine and welcoming). Next up, drawing dice to see what 'day' you'll tape for (they tape an entire week at a time). Then, you wait. I drew Thursday, so I had to sit in the studio audience with other contestants while they tape the other shows.
The studio is surprisingly small, the audience not more than 10 rows or so, and the studio not very wide.
The wheel is heavy, and that railing is awkward. If you're not careful, you'll fall over it.
Pat & Vanna are both very short, Vanna especially.
There's a board off-camera that shows which letters have been called, as well as the money racked up cumulatively (important in my case)
The taping of the game itself was a blur. I was the blue contestant, and the red contestant racked up $9950 in her first puzzle. It took me 3 puzzles, but I eventually tied that score heading into the last round. In the commercial break before that round, the red contestant went from being a cheery woman to giving me the iciest, most evil glares I'd received up to that point in my life. Yikes.
How did it turn out? I walked away with cash. Did I win? See for yourself.
I was made fun of for months because I over-enunciated the letter 'V' when I finally got to spin the wheel.
They took the CA tax out right away (I had to sign something), then mailed me a check that arrived shortly thereafter, if I remember correctly.
My mom chatted with Charlie O'Donnell (the announcer) and got us a nice restaurant recommendation in Marina Del Ray (my parents flew out from Chicago for the taping)
Great experience. | I got on Wheel Of Fortune in a slightly unconventional way
edit: added details |
Cainman2K3 | Ha! 2 things make it easier for LA actors: one, tapings are usually free and during odd hours of the day, so when you're "between jobs" it's fun to go check them out. Have seen tons of Wheel of Fortune, Price is Right, etc. tapings that way. Two, you understand what they're REALLY looking for on these shows (intelligence shows notwithstanding, e.g. Millionaire, Wheel, Jeopardy, etc.). You'll stand in line for hours at shows like Price is Right and LMAD to be "auditioned" by the producer. They'll ask you a quick question like, "what brings you to LA?" and it doesn't really matter what you say, because the person asking the question *isn't the one making the decision.* There is usually a person sitting or standing behind the "producer" taking notes. They're looking for things like:
*Color palette (sp?) of costume/ clothing. Never wear pastels, logos, or black/white. It looks either bland or distorting on camera (and in the case of logos it should be obvious why that's not allowed).
*Enthusiasm. They like folks who look coked out of their mind (think Aaron Paul when he did Price is Right, YouTube it if you haven't seen it--or really anyone who is called up on PiR and has an epileptic episode). Viewers love that, so if your natural predisposition is shy, well, get all jacked up on Mountain Dew before coming.
*Story. LA actors get on shows because...we never say we're LA actors. They LOVE folks who are a.) visiting for the first time, b.) are celebrating some special occasion or c.) have something totally unique to say. In our case, we were celebrating our wedding anniversary so we wore funky Madonna (Like a Virgin) and Slash-inspired wedding costumes.
*Group make-up. They like variety, and sad to say, they profile quite a bit. You'll usually see a young person, old person, white, black, asian, military, woman, man, etc. called up over the course of a show if the producers can help it. It helps to come with a group of folks who look diverse.
TL,DR of my big win- we got priority seating as the show was starting, Wayne Brady called us down to the stage as the first contestants (as a couple, which was cool). I fell down the stairs, thought "oh shit, that's gonna be on national TV", but curtain #1 didn't open so they had to re-shoot. Awesome--got to fix my boo-boo. We played some Vegas dice games and won a set of ski gear; then won a $8K jet ski; then opted out of a chance to win a car because the odds were waaaaay against us. Thanks real Vegas...you taught me when to walk away.
The show ran its course, went through all the contestants, and the Big Deal came up. The folks with the highest-value prize get dibs on playing the Big Deal, and we won that. So of course we went down. My wife knew that they reset prizes behind curtains 1-3 during commercial break, so we watched the PA's. Some items took a while to roll out based on their shadows (cars, furniture, etc.) but one rolled out very quickly. She (correctly) assumed it was a TV screen, which usually had a fabulous trip playing on it. We chose that curtain, ended up with $24,612 in prizes (the Big Deal- 7-day trip to Koh Samui Thailand, ugly luggage, and $10K in cash).
Taxes suck on game shows, ps. :) | Ha! 2 things make it easier for LA actors: one, tapings are usually free and during odd hours of the day, so when you're "between jobs" it's fun to go check them out. Have seen tons of Wheel of Fortune, Price is Right, etc. tapings that way. Two, you understand what they're REALLY looking for on these shows (intelligence shows notwithstanding, e.g. Millionaire, Wheel, Jeopardy, etc.). You'll stand in line for hours at shows like Price is Right and LMAD to be "auditioned" by the producer. They'll ask you a quick question like, "what brings you to LA?" and it doesn't really matter what you say, because the person asking the question isn't the one making the decision. There is usually a person sitting or standing behind the "producer" taking notes. They're looking for things like:
*Color palette (sp?) of costume/ clothing. Never wear pastels, logos, or black/white. It looks either bland or distorting on camera (and in the case of logos it should be obvious why that's not allowed).
*Enthusiasm. They like folks who look coked out of their mind (think Aaron Paul when he did Price is Right, YouTube it if you haven't seen it--or really anyone who is called up on PiR and has an epileptic episode). Viewers love that, so if your natural predisposition is shy, well, get all jacked up on Mountain Dew before coming.
*Story. LA actors get on shows because...we never say we're LA actors. They LOVE folks who are a.) visiting for the first time, b.) are celebrating some special occasion or c.) have something totally unique to say. In our case, we were celebrating our wedding anniversary so we wore funky Madonna (Like a Virgin) and Slash-inspired wedding costumes.
*Group make-up. They like variety, and sad to say, they profile quite a bit. You'll usually see a young person, old person, white, black, asian, military, woman, man, etc. called up over the course of a show if the producers can help it. It helps to come with a group of folks who look diverse.
TL,DR of my big win- we got priority seating as the show was starting, Wayne Brady called us down to the stage as the first contestants (as a couple, which was cool). I fell down the stairs, thought "oh shit, that's gonna be on national TV", but curtain #1 didn't open so they had to re-shoot. Awesome--got to fix my boo-boo. We played some Vegas dice games and won a set of ski gear; then won a $8K jet ski; then opted out of a chance to win a car because the odds were waaaaay against us. Thanks real Vegas...you taught me when to walk away.
The show ran its course, went through all the contestants, and the Big Deal came up. The folks with the highest-value prize get dibs on playing the Big Deal, and we won that. So of course we went down. My wife knew that they reset prizes behind curtains 1-3 during commercial break, so we watched the PA's. Some items took a while to roll out based on their shadows (cars, furniture, etc.) but one rolled out very quickly. She (correctly) assumed it was a TV screen, which usually had a fabulous trip playing on it. We chose that curtain, ended up with $24,612 in prizes (the Big Deal- 7-day trip to Koh Samui Thailand, ugly luggage, and $10K in cash).
Taxes suck on game shows, ps. :)
| television | t5_2qh6e | cdza7zr | Ha! 2 things make it easier for LA actors: one, tapings are usually free and during odd hours of the day, so when you're "between jobs" it's fun to go check them out. Have seen tons of Wheel of Fortune, Price is Right, etc. tapings that way. Two, you understand what they're REALLY looking for on these shows (intelligence shows notwithstanding, e.g. Millionaire, Wheel, Jeopardy, etc.). You'll stand in line for hours at shows like Price is Right and LMAD to be "auditioned" by the producer. They'll ask you a quick question like, "what brings you to LA?" and it doesn't really matter what you say, because the person asking the question isn't the one making the decision. There is usually a person sitting or standing behind the "producer" taking notes. They're looking for things like:
*Color palette (sp?) of costume/ clothing. Never wear pastels, logos, or black/white. It looks either bland or distorting on camera (and in the case of logos it should be obvious why that's not allowed).
*Enthusiasm. They like folks who look coked out of their mind (think Aaron Paul when he did Price is Right, YouTube it if you haven't seen it--or really anyone who is called up on PiR and has an epileptic episode). Viewers love that, so if your natural predisposition is shy, well, get all jacked up on Mountain Dew before coming.
*Story. LA actors get on shows because...we never say we're LA actors. They LOVE folks who are a.) visiting for the first time, b.) are celebrating some special occasion or c.) have something totally unique to say. In our case, we were celebrating our wedding anniversary so we wore funky Madonna (Like a Virgin) and Slash-inspired wedding costumes.
*Group make-up. They like variety, and sad to say, they profile quite a bit. You'll usually see a young person, old person, white, black, asian, military, woman, man, etc. called up over the course of a show if the producers can help it. It helps to come with a group of folks who look diverse. | of my big win- we got priority seating as the show was starting, Wayne Brady called us down to the stage as the first contestants (as a couple, which was cool). I fell down the stairs, thought "oh shit, that's gonna be on national TV", but curtain #1 didn't open so they had to re-shoot. Awesome--got to fix my boo-boo. We played some Vegas dice games and won a set of ski gear; then won a $8K jet ski; then opted out of a chance to win a car because the odds were waaaaay against us. Thanks real Vegas...you taught me when to walk away.
The show ran its course, went through all the contestants, and the Big Deal came up. The folks with the highest-value prize get dibs on playing the Big Deal, and we won that. So of course we went down. My wife knew that they reset prizes behind curtains 1-3 during commercial break, so we watched the PA's. Some items took a while to roll out based on their shadows (cars, furniture, etc.) but one rolled out very quickly. She (correctly) assumed it was a TV screen, which usually had a fabulous trip playing on it. We chose that curtain, ended up with $24,612 in prizes (the Big Deal- 7-day trip to Koh Samui Thailand, ugly luggage, and $10K in cash).
Taxes suck on game shows, ps. :) |
zombikitty | My husband and I were on Let's Make a Deal right after they re-booted it and it was being shot in Vegas. We were heading down for a few days of fun anyways, so we decided to go for it.
Getting checked in is a LOOOOONG process. You stand in line to give all of your personal info and then stand in line again to get briefly interviewed for contestant selection. They watch you the whole time to see who would get them the best ratings.
They get you into the studio and set up a bunch of stock cheering, "OOOOOOOO", "AHHHHHH" and "AWWWWWWWWWW" shots for them to use during editing. We had a "fluffer" who would come out between segments to keep us happy and cheering.
I was half drunk (recall, we were in Vegas) and spazzing out, so we got selected and then this happened:
IT WAS NUTS!!!! I can't believe that all happened. We had to stay after the taping and sign more crap.
After 2 months they started contacting us about our prizes. The Blu-ray, Disc and Check were easy. The Truck? OH.MY.GOD. They had contracted through a dealer in Vegas and they said we had to take from his stock. We live in Seattle. They would not give us a cash option. After a LOT of haggling, we took possession of the truck (on paper only) and sold it back to the dealer as a used vehicle.
We got a good amount of cash out of it and we did not have to claim the MSRP on our taxes, which was awesome.
Wayne Brady was not very personable. When they were not shooting he ran out of the studio as fast as he could.
TL/DR: Got picked as contestants on Let's Make a Deal. Won a truck and other prizes, EVENTUALLY got some cash in lieu of the truck so we did not have to ship it over 1000 miles. Wayne Brady is kind of a jerk. | My husband and I were on Let's Make a Deal right after they re-booted it and it was being shot in Vegas. We were heading down for a few days of fun anyways, so we decided to go for it.
Getting checked in is a LOOOOONG process. You stand in line to give all of your personal info and then stand in line again to get briefly interviewed for contestant selection. They watch you the whole time to see who would get them the best ratings.
They get you into the studio and set up a bunch of stock cheering, "OOOOOOOO", "AHHHHHH" and "AWWWWWWWWWW" shots for them to use during editing. We had a "fluffer" who would come out between segments to keep us happy and cheering.
I was half drunk (recall, we were in Vegas) and spazzing out, so we got selected and then this happened:
IT WAS NUTS!!!! I can't believe that all happened. We had to stay after the taping and sign more crap.
After 2 months they started contacting us about our prizes. The Blu-ray, Disc and Check were easy. The Truck? OH.MY.GOD. They had contracted through a dealer in Vegas and they said we had to take from his stock. We live in Seattle. They would not give us a cash option. After a LOT of haggling, we took possession of the truck (on paper only) and sold it back to the dealer as a used vehicle.
We got a good amount of cash out of it and we did not have to claim the MSRP on our taxes, which was awesome.
Wayne Brady was not very personable. When they were not shooting he ran out of the studio as fast as he could.
TL/DR: Got picked as contestants on Let's Make a Deal. Won a truck and other prizes, EVENTUALLY got some cash in lieu of the truck so we did not have to ship it over 1000 miles. Wayne Brady is kind of a jerk.
| television | t5_2qh6e | cdza9yy | My husband and I were on Let's Make a Deal right after they re-booted it and it was being shot in Vegas. We were heading down for a few days of fun anyways, so we decided to go for it.
Getting checked in is a LOOOOONG process. You stand in line to give all of your personal info and then stand in line again to get briefly interviewed for contestant selection. They watch you the whole time to see who would get them the best ratings.
They get you into the studio and set up a bunch of stock cheering, "OOOOOOOO", "AHHHHHH" and "AWWWWWWWWWW" shots for them to use during editing. We had a "fluffer" who would come out between segments to keep us happy and cheering.
I was half drunk (recall, we were in Vegas) and spazzing out, so we got selected and then this happened:
IT WAS NUTS!!!! I can't believe that all happened. We had to stay after the taping and sign more crap.
After 2 months they started contacting us about our prizes. The Blu-ray, Disc and Check were easy. The Truck? OH.MY.GOD. They had contracted through a dealer in Vegas and they said we had to take from his stock. We live in Seattle. They would not give us a cash option. After a LOT of haggling, we took possession of the truck (on paper only) and sold it back to the dealer as a used vehicle.
We got a good amount of cash out of it and we did not have to claim the MSRP on our taxes, which was awesome.
Wayne Brady was not very personable. When they were not shooting he ran out of the studio as fast as he could. | Got picked as contestants on Let's Make a Deal. Won a truck and other prizes, EVENTUALLY got some cash in lieu of the truck so we did not have to ship it over 1000 miles. Wayne Brady is kind of a jerk. |
rqeq | Really going to show my age here.
When I was about 8 I was on a show here in Canada "Just Like Mom"
And it was home to what I thought was the most embarrassing moment of my life.
Here is a clip of the host being pervy with kids:
[JUST LIKE MOM](
It went viral a few years back.
I was on a special "Just Like Dad" edition. It was all father and son combos.
Basically the show is like the newlywed game where you guess what the other person would answer about themselves.
My father was asked the question "What will you tell your son the night before he gets married"
I come back from the isolation booth - which by the way was the shipping receiving area of the television station - and get asked "What do you think your father will tell you the night before you get married?"
I really struggled...they blew the whistle (which means get to your answer you dumb kid).
And I came up with a piece of advice I had been given by a drunk woman one week earlier at a community dance.
I said "Always remember to lead the dances."
And that Fergie dude laughed harder than I have ever seen a human laugh. As did the audience. He rubbed the top of my head tousling my hair and said "good one kid".
Oh and I won. So I got to "spin the big wheel"
Came inches away from a trip to Disney World.
Instead won a 15 inch black and white television with an AM/FM radio in it.
TL;DR: Made a fool of myself, won a crappy TV
| Really going to show my age here.
When I was about 8 I was on a show here in Canada "Just Like Mom"
And it was home to what I thought was the most embarrassing moment of my life.
Here is a clip of the host being pervy with kids:
[JUST LIKE MOM](
It went viral a few years back.
I was on a special "Just Like Dad" edition. It was all father and son combos.
Basically the show is like the newlywed game where you guess what the other person would answer about themselves.
My father was asked the question "What will you tell your son the night before he gets married"
I come back from the isolation booth - which by the way was the shipping receiving area of the television station - and get asked "What do you think your father will tell you the night before you get married?"
I really struggled...they blew the whistle (which means get to your answer you dumb kid).
And I came up with a piece of advice I had been given by a drunk woman one week earlier at a community dance.
I said "Always remember to lead the dances."
And that Fergie dude laughed harder than I have ever seen a human laugh. As did the audience. He rubbed the top of my head tousling my hair and said "good one kid".
Oh and I won. So I got to "spin the big wheel"
Came inches away from a trip to Disney World.
Instead won a 15 inch black and white television with an AM/FM radio in it.
TL;DR: Made a fool of myself, won a crappy TV
| television | t5_2qh6e | cdzcnde | Really going to show my age here.
When I was about 8 I was on a show here in Canada "Just Like Mom"
And it was home to what I thought was the most embarrassing moment of my life.
Here is a clip of the host being pervy with kids:
[JUST LIKE MOM](
It went viral a few years back.
I was on a special "Just Like Dad" edition. It was all father and son combos.
Basically the show is like the newlywed game where you guess what the other person would answer about themselves.
My father was asked the question "What will you tell your son the night before he gets married"
I come back from the isolation booth - which by the way was the shipping receiving area of the television station - and get asked "What do you think your father will tell you the night before you get married?"
I really struggled...they blew the whistle (which means get to your answer you dumb kid).
And I came up with a piece of advice I had been given by a drunk woman one week earlier at a community dance.
I said "Always remember to lead the dances."
And that Fergie dude laughed harder than I have ever seen a human laugh. As did the audience. He rubbed the top of my head tousling my hair and said "good one kid".
Oh and I won. So I got to "spin the big wheel"
Came inches away from a trip to Disney World.
Instead won a 15 inch black and white television with an AM/FM radio in it. | Made a fool of myself, won a crappy TV |
SpaceToeJam | I was a contestant on Let's Make a Deal back in 2011. I had never seen the show before, so I didn't know that you were supposed to wear a costume. When I showed up, I saw that I was the only one not dressed up, so I put my belt around my head and a towel around my neck and was basically Quail-Man.
Everyone attending the taping had to pass through a room, where the producers asked us each a few quick questions in front of everyone. They informed us that although it seems like Wayne Brady picks random people out of the audience, the people were actually chosen at this stage.
When we got into the studio, they placed us all in strategic locations, based on who they had decided would be chosen (without telling us what their selection was.) My friend and I were sat in the very front row, which we figured meant we wouldn't be chosen, since we were right next to the cameras and wouldn't be seen in any of the default shots.
Then the producers kept looking at us, so we started to figure out that something was up. We figured my friend would be chosen because he had an amazing and unique costume, while I just had a belt around my fucking head.
To my surprise, as soon as the show started, Wayne Brady came out and called me up, along with these two other chicks. We all ran over to him, and when I turned my head I whipped him in the eye with my belt. So that was a good start. Pre-whip picture:
I had never seen the show so I didn't know how it worked, but I quickly found out that there's absolutely no strategy involved and it's all about making uneducated guesses and hoping to get lucky.
I had to decide for the three of us whether I wanted us to each have the contents of an envelope or a box. People were shouting uneducated guesses at me from the audience, so the pressure was on, for some reason. I picked the envelope, because fuck boxes.
Wayne showed us that the box that I didn't choose was a diamond necklace or something. So the girls were pissed. Then Wayne opened the envelope and told us we had each won a few hundred bucks. Then in a crazy game-show dramatic moment, Wayne was like "Hey, you can keep the envelope or try to win something else." At that point the chicks and I decided to try to win something else, because fuck envelopes.
Some models brought out two giant boxes onto the stage, and we had to each pick between the two. The two girls picked the first box, but I had the brilliant strategy to not take the first box, because fuck the first box.
They revealed that the contents of the first box were a Zonk, which is apparently a thing that means you lost. The second box was a trip to Fiji for two worth $7,500, so the girls were pissed at me again.
That was the end of the game, so I went to sit down and watch the rest of the show, while Wayne winked at the models during commercial breaks.
At the end of the episode they let everyone who won something decide if they wanted to keep their prizes or go for the BIG DEAL; and that's when I created some fantastic television by leaning into the mic and saying "Nah, I'm good."
Everyone who tried for the big deal ended up getting something shittier than they had won, and I came out with the biggest prize of the episode.
After the fact, I found out that because I'm Canadian, I had to pay a butt-load of taxes, something like 37%, which turned my "free" trip to Fiji into a $2,700 trip to Fiji. I still took the vacation though, because that seemed like a good deal.
**TL;DR**: Let's Make a Deal is kind of a pointless show and I won a trip to Fiji. | I was a contestant on Let's Make a Deal back in 2011. I had never seen the show before, so I didn't know that you were supposed to wear a costume. When I showed up, I saw that I was the only one not dressed up, so I put my belt around my head and a towel around my neck and was basically Quail-Man.
Everyone attending the taping had to pass through a room, where the producers asked us each a few quick questions in front of everyone. They informed us that although it seems like Wayne Brady picks random people out of the audience, the people were actually chosen at this stage.
When we got into the studio, they placed us all in strategic locations, based on who they had decided would be chosen (without telling us what their selection was.) My friend and I were sat in the very front row, which we figured meant we wouldn't be chosen, since we were right next to the cameras and wouldn't be seen in any of the default shots.
Then the producers kept looking at us, so we started to figure out that something was up. We figured my friend would be chosen because he had an amazing and unique costume, while I just had a belt around my fucking head.
To my surprise, as soon as the show started, Wayne Brady came out and called me up, along with these two other chicks. We all ran over to him, and when I turned my head I whipped him in the eye with my belt. So that was a good start. Pre-whip picture:
I had never seen the show so I didn't know how it worked, but I quickly found out that there's absolutely no strategy involved and it's all about making uneducated guesses and hoping to get lucky.
I had to decide for the three of us whether I wanted us to each have the contents of an envelope or a box. People were shouting uneducated guesses at me from the audience, so the pressure was on, for some reason. I picked the envelope, because fuck boxes.
Wayne showed us that the box that I didn't choose was a diamond necklace or something. So the girls were pissed. Then Wayne opened the envelope and told us we had each won a few hundred bucks. Then in a crazy game-show dramatic moment, Wayne was like "Hey, you can keep the envelope or try to win something else." At that point the chicks and I decided to try to win something else, because fuck envelopes.
Some models brought out two giant boxes onto the stage, and we had to each pick between the two. The two girls picked the first box, but I had the brilliant strategy to not take the first box, because fuck the first box.
They revealed that the contents of the first box were a Zonk, which is apparently a thing that means you lost. The second box was a trip to Fiji for two worth $7,500, so the girls were pissed at me again.
That was the end of the game, so I went to sit down and watch the rest of the show, while Wayne winked at the models during commercial breaks.
At the end of the episode they let everyone who won something decide if they wanted to keep their prizes or go for the BIG DEAL; and that's when I created some fantastic television by leaning into the mic and saying "Nah, I'm good."
Everyone who tried for the big deal ended up getting something shittier than they had won, and I came out with the biggest prize of the episode.
After the fact, I found out that because I'm Canadian, I had to pay a butt-load of taxes, something like 37%, which turned my "free" trip to Fiji into a $2,700 trip to Fiji. I still took the vacation though, because that seemed like a good deal.
TL;DR : Let's Make a Deal is kind of a pointless show and I won a trip to Fiji.
| television | t5_2qh6e | cdzf03m | I was a contestant on Let's Make a Deal back in 2011. I had never seen the show before, so I didn't know that you were supposed to wear a costume. When I showed up, I saw that I was the only one not dressed up, so I put my belt around my head and a towel around my neck and was basically Quail-Man.
Everyone attending the taping had to pass through a room, where the producers asked us each a few quick questions in front of everyone. They informed us that although it seems like Wayne Brady picks random people out of the audience, the people were actually chosen at this stage.
When we got into the studio, they placed us all in strategic locations, based on who they had decided would be chosen (without telling us what their selection was.) My friend and I were sat in the very front row, which we figured meant we wouldn't be chosen, since we were right next to the cameras and wouldn't be seen in any of the default shots.
Then the producers kept looking at us, so we started to figure out that something was up. We figured my friend would be chosen because he had an amazing and unique costume, while I just had a belt around my fucking head.
To my surprise, as soon as the show started, Wayne Brady came out and called me up, along with these two other chicks. We all ran over to him, and when I turned my head I whipped him in the eye with my belt. So that was a good start. Pre-whip picture:
I had never seen the show so I didn't know how it worked, but I quickly found out that there's absolutely no strategy involved and it's all about making uneducated guesses and hoping to get lucky.
I had to decide for the three of us whether I wanted us to each have the contents of an envelope or a box. People were shouting uneducated guesses at me from the audience, so the pressure was on, for some reason. I picked the envelope, because fuck boxes.
Wayne showed us that the box that I didn't choose was a diamond necklace or something. So the girls were pissed. Then Wayne opened the envelope and told us we had each won a few hundred bucks. Then in a crazy game-show dramatic moment, Wayne was like "Hey, you can keep the envelope or try to win something else." At that point the chicks and I decided to try to win something else, because fuck envelopes.
Some models brought out two giant boxes onto the stage, and we had to each pick between the two. The two girls picked the first box, but I had the brilliant strategy to not take the first box, because fuck the first box.
They revealed that the contents of the first box were a Zonk, which is apparently a thing that means you lost. The second box was a trip to Fiji for two worth $7,500, so the girls were pissed at me again.
That was the end of the game, so I went to sit down and watch the rest of the show, while Wayne winked at the models during commercial breaks.
At the end of the episode they let everyone who won something decide if they wanted to keep their prizes or go for the BIG DEAL; and that's when I created some fantastic television by leaning into the mic and saying "Nah, I'm good."
Everyone who tried for the big deal ended up getting something shittier than they had won, and I came out with the biggest prize of the episode.
After the fact, I found out that because I'm Canadian, I had to pay a butt-load of taxes, something like 37%, which turned my "free" trip to Fiji into a $2,700 trip to Fiji. I still took the vacation though, because that seemed like a good deal. | Let's Make a Deal is kind of a pointless show and I won a trip to Fiji. |
KingWhoBoreTheSword | Holy shit that's Mr.Kirby! He was my sixth grade teacher like 10 years ago. I really hated elementary school and didn't really have any friends, but I remember this one time my class beat the other two sixth grade classes in star testing and we could go get McDonald's for lunch (kind of a lame prize tbh). Well a couple of other kids, who I fucking hated, took money from my bag while we were out in recess (I knew it was them from the smug looks I kept getting) and when lunch time came around I told Mr. Kirby that I couldn't find my money he kinda could guess what was going on and asked me if I thought some one had stolen it. I said that I didn't know and he said not to worry and offered to pay for my entire lunch! I remember saying, "but is that allowed I remember Mrs. Zimmerman(one of the other sixth grade teachers) saying on the day before star testing 'if you don't have your money on the day of the trip your teacher will not pay for it!'" He told me again not to worry about it and did indeed pay for my lunch. He sat next to me and we talked about baseball and other shit. He made that day go from suck to awesome and I felt like I actually had a friend instead of a teacher. Anyway Mr.Kirby was a really cool guy but as for following the rules goes he taught me that some rules are silly.
TL;DR: Mr.Kirby is fucking awesome! | Holy shit that's Mr.Kirby! He was my sixth grade teacher like 10 years ago. I really hated elementary school and didn't really have any friends, but I remember this one time my class beat the other two sixth grade classes in star testing and we could go get McDonald's for lunch (kind of a lame prize tbh). Well a couple of other kids, who I fucking hated, took money from my bag while we were out in recess (I knew it was them from the smug looks I kept getting) and when lunch time came around I told Mr. Kirby that I couldn't find my money he kinda could guess what was going on and asked me if I thought some one had stolen it. I said that I didn't know and he said not to worry and offered to pay for my entire lunch! I remember saying, "but is that allowed I remember Mrs. Zimmerman(one of the other sixth grade teachers) saying on the day before star testing 'if you don't have your money on the day of the trip your teacher will not pay for it!'" He told me again not to worry about it and did indeed pay for my lunch. He sat next to me and we talked about baseball and other shit. He made that day go from suck to awesome and I felt like I actually had a friend instead of a teacher. Anyway Mr.Kirby was a really cool guy but as for following the rules goes he taught me that some rules are silly.
TL;DR: Mr.Kirby is fucking awesome!
| television | t5_2qh6e | cdzj7y2 | Holy shit that's Mr.Kirby! He was my sixth grade teacher like 10 years ago. I really hated elementary school and didn't really have any friends, but I remember this one time my class beat the other two sixth grade classes in star testing and we could go get McDonald's for lunch (kind of a lame prize tbh). Well a couple of other kids, who I fucking hated, took money from my bag while we were out in recess (I knew it was them from the smug looks I kept getting) and when lunch time came around I told Mr. Kirby that I couldn't find my money he kinda could guess what was going on and asked me if I thought some one had stolen it. I said that I didn't know and he said not to worry and offered to pay for my entire lunch! I remember saying, "but is that allowed I remember Mrs. Zimmerman(one of the other sixth grade teachers) saying on the day before star testing 'if you don't have your money on the day of the trip your teacher will not pay for it!'" He told me again not to worry about it and did indeed pay for my lunch. He sat next to me and we talked about baseball and other shit. He made that day go from suck to awesome and I felt like I actually had a friend instead of a teacher. Anyway Mr.Kirby was a really cool guy but as for following the rules goes he taught me that some rules are silly. | Mr.Kirby is fucking awesome! |
SunriseSurprise | Nice! I love Reddit - wasn't expecting there'd be anyone around who was on it but here you are. Thanks for posting this!
I remember when I first saw the show and was thinking "jeez how bizarre!", thinking the prize was ridiculously low, was kind of skeptical of the extreme basic seeming setup where it's just 2 answers and a none of the above as multiple choice - made it initially seem a lot easier than it was. But kept watching it - was a subtly great show and he was indeed hilarious. This was before Weakest Link, which honestly I think ripped it off in terms of berating the contestants. This is also the only show I can think of where the "host" is more a character than a host.
Congrats on doing well! It seemed that in most cases getting about 2/3 right was winning, but that must be tense - not knowing how you're doing, so the times you got a wrong answer I'm sure you were thinking "fuck me" for the couple seconds before he started the next question. I think I saw maybe once or twice someone getting all of them right in a session, which given the format you'd think would be a lot easier than it was.
Funny that the set manages to be surprisingly low budget even though it's pretty apparent on TV that it's low-budget. That's the one other bizarre thing with it - no audience. Like what the hell kind of game show doesn't have an audience? Inquizition, that's what.
So I guess my one question - what the hell did he look like? And good luck making it to Jeopardy!
tl;dr for others - this dude was on a one-of-a-kind game show - [see video](
Edit: Been so long since I even thought of this show til this thread came around - years ago there was nothing on YT, now there are hilarious videos of it like [this]( Show me another game show where this happens, lol.
Edit 2: Incident in video in Edit 1 was probably was staged considering [this video]( but still...lol GSN. | Nice! I love Reddit - wasn't expecting there'd be anyone around who was on it but here you are. Thanks for posting this!
I remember when I first saw the show and was thinking "jeez how bizarre!", thinking the prize was ridiculously low, was kind of skeptical of the extreme basic seeming setup where it's just 2 answers and a none of the above as multiple choice - made it initially seem a lot easier than it was. But kept watching it - was a subtly great show and he was indeed hilarious. This was before Weakest Link, which honestly I think ripped it off in terms of berating the contestants. This is also the only show I can think of where the "host" is more a character than a host.
Congrats on doing well! It seemed that in most cases getting about 2/3 right was winning, but that must be tense - not knowing how you're doing, so the times you got a wrong answer I'm sure you were thinking "fuck me" for the couple seconds before he started the next question. I think I saw maybe once or twice someone getting all of them right in a session, which given the format you'd think would be a lot easier than it was.
Funny that the set manages to be surprisingly low budget even though it's pretty apparent on TV that it's low-budget. That's the one other bizarre thing with it - no audience. Like what the hell kind of game show doesn't have an audience? Inquizition, that's what.
So I guess my one question - what the hell did he look like? And good luck making it to Jeopardy!
tl;dr for others - this dude was on a one-of-a-kind game show - [see video](
Edit: Been so long since I even thought of this show til this thread came around - years ago there was nothing on YT, now there are hilarious videos of it like [this]( Show me another game show where this happens, lol.
Edit 2: Incident in video in Edit 1 was probably was staged considering [this video]( but still...lol GSN.
| television | t5_2qh6e | cdzlb6l | Nice! I love Reddit - wasn't expecting there'd be anyone around who was on it but here you are. Thanks for posting this!
I remember when I first saw the show and was thinking "jeez how bizarre!", thinking the prize was ridiculously low, was kind of skeptical of the extreme basic seeming setup where it's just 2 answers and a none of the above as multiple choice - made it initially seem a lot easier than it was. But kept watching it - was a subtly great show and he was indeed hilarious. This was before Weakest Link, which honestly I think ripped it off in terms of berating the contestants. This is also the only show I can think of where the "host" is more a character than a host.
Congrats on doing well! It seemed that in most cases getting about 2/3 right was winning, but that must be tense - not knowing how you're doing, so the times you got a wrong answer I'm sure you were thinking "fuck me" for the couple seconds before he started the next question. I think I saw maybe once or twice someone getting all of them right in a session, which given the format you'd think would be a lot easier than it was.
Funny that the set manages to be surprisingly low budget even though it's pretty apparent on TV that it's low-budget. That's the one other bizarre thing with it - no audience. Like what the hell kind of game show doesn't have an audience? Inquizition, that's what.
So I guess my one question - what the hell did he look like? And good luck making it to Jeopardy! | for others - this dude was on a one-of-a-kind game show - [see video](
Edit: Been so long since I even thought of this show til this thread came around - years ago there was nothing on YT, now there are hilarious videos of it like [this]( Show me another game show where this happens, lol.
Edit 2: Incident in video in Edit 1 was probably was staged considering [this video]( but still...lol GSN. |
BALAGU3R | Not me, but my uncle:
My uncle was living in Colombia when he was selected from his school to be on a South American rip-off of Jeopardy. My uncle was a slacker in school, but he reads like a motherfucker, he's a generalist. Which is why they picked him for the show. They asked him some questions on history, science, and the questions slowly got harder. One by one the other contestants from rival schools were eliminated. He was the only person remaining, and to win a trip to Europe, he had to answer one last question.
"Who is the current first lady, of the United States of America"
To his epic reply:
"Barbara 'Mother Fucking' Bush"
He got the question right.
But he was disqualified, so runner up went to Europe.
TL DR: Uncle Could have won trip to Spain, but used "Mother Fucking" in answer. | Not me, but my uncle:
My uncle was living in Colombia when he was selected from his school to be on a South American rip-off of Jeopardy. My uncle was a slacker in school, but he reads like a motherfucker, he's a generalist. Which is why they picked him for the show. They asked him some questions on history, science, and the questions slowly got harder. One by one the other contestants from rival schools were eliminated. He was the only person remaining, and to win a trip to Europe, he had to answer one last question.
"Who is the current first lady, of the United States of America"
To his epic reply:
"Barbara 'Mother Fucking' Bush"
He got the question right.
But he was disqualified, so runner up went to Europe.
TL DR: Uncle Could have won trip to Spain, but used "Mother Fucking" in answer.
| television | t5_2qh6e | cdznl9a | Not me, but my uncle:
My uncle was living in Colombia when he was selected from his school to be on a South American rip-off of Jeopardy. My uncle was a slacker in school, but he reads like a motherfucker, he's a generalist. Which is why they picked him for the show. They asked him some questions on history, science, and the questions slowly got harder. One by one the other contestants from rival schools were eliminated. He was the only person remaining, and to win a trip to Europe, he had to answer one last question.
"Who is the current first lady, of the United States of America"
To his epic reply:
"Barbara 'Mother Fucking' Bush"
He got the question right.
But he was disqualified, so runner up went to Europe. | Uncle Could have won trip to Spain, but used "Mother Fucking" in answer. |
manewto | I'll start with mine, and do my best to describe it.
I work at a theater (a performing arts theater) where symphonies and Broadway plays and concerts come, you know, stuff like that. There's a smaller theater with only one level of seats directly across from the big theater where they'll have kids shows and stuff. Its the same company that owns it, so they will store stuff over there.
One day, we are in the middle of a huge show coming down for a Broadway run and so we are running low on water, because its sort of a kids show, so a lot of kids are coming and the parents don't want to buy water for them. So my boss tells me to go over to the small theater and look for water because we couldn't run to the store and it was a Sunday, so no deliveries and a double show that day. This show pretty much owned the summer at the theater, so nothing had happened in the small theater for a couple weeks.
I take the keys, unlock the small theater, go inside and the first thing I notice is how eerily quiet it is. The way its set up, the doors to get inside open to a small hallway with the door to the theater on the left and the storage closet straight ahead. I unlock the storage closet, and there was a TV and some old polos with the company's name on them and some old sodas. But there was no water so I leave and lock the closet behind me.
I decide to go inside the theater before I leave, just to see what its like when there is no one inside. I go inside, the door closes behind me and its quiet until I hear what I can only describe as the loudest knocking I've ever heard 3 times. I explained to myself that it was just the way the theater settled or something to try to not freak out. So I stood a few more seconds there and walked out.
I opened the door and the closet that I just had locked was open. I decided that I had forgotten to close it, even though I vividly remember locking it, because I dropped the keys right afterwards. But, like I said, I was just trying to keep myself from freaking out by making up explanations.
So I reach for the door, and the handle is burning hot. I shove the door closed, lock it, and start walking away thinking how weird this all is. As I'm almost out of the hallway, I hear the knocking again, 3 times. I turn around, and the closet door is open.
At this point, I sprint out of that theater. I lock the main door and then go back to work. But after a while, I realize that with a TV in that closet, I should probably go lock it. I went back, scared out of my mind, and when I got inside the hallway where the closet was, the door was closed and locked. On this day I was one of just a few people with the key, and none of them had gone in there.
After talking to my boss, he said that sometimes when he would be there alone at night, he would hear footsteps or whispers in the empty hallways.
I have another story too, so if anyone wants to hear that, I'll post it if this thread gets popular.
TL;DR: I was sent on a supply run into an empty theater. A door I had locked opened behind me and was unlocked, accompanied by three knocks. I locked it again, heard the knocking again, it was open again, sprinted out, came back, door was locked and closed. | I'll start with mine, and do my best to describe it.
I work at a theater (a performing arts theater) where symphonies and Broadway plays and concerts come, you know, stuff like that. There's a smaller theater with only one level of seats directly across from the big theater where they'll have kids shows and stuff. Its the same company that owns it, so they will store stuff over there.
One day, we are in the middle of a huge show coming down for a Broadway run and so we are running low on water, because its sort of a kids show, so a lot of kids are coming and the parents don't want to buy water for them. So my boss tells me to go over to the small theater and look for water because we couldn't run to the store and it was a Sunday, so no deliveries and a double show that day. This show pretty much owned the summer at the theater, so nothing had happened in the small theater for a couple weeks.
I take the keys, unlock the small theater, go inside and the first thing I notice is how eerily quiet it is. The way its set up, the doors to get inside open to a small hallway with the door to the theater on the left and the storage closet straight ahead. I unlock the storage closet, and there was a TV and some old polos with the company's name on them and some old sodas. But there was no water so I leave and lock the closet behind me.
I decide to go inside the theater before I leave, just to see what its like when there is no one inside. I go inside, the door closes behind me and its quiet until I hear what I can only describe as the loudest knocking I've ever heard 3 times. I explained to myself that it was just the way the theater settled or something to try to not freak out. So I stood a few more seconds there and walked out.
I opened the door and the closet that I just had locked was open. I decided that I had forgotten to close it, even though I vividly remember locking it, because I dropped the keys right afterwards. But, like I said, I was just trying to keep myself from freaking out by making up explanations.
So I reach for the door, and the handle is burning hot. I shove the door closed, lock it, and start walking away thinking how weird this all is. As I'm almost out of the hallway, I hear the knocking again, 3 times. I turn around, and the closet door is open.
At this point, I sprint out of that theater. I lock the main door and then go back to work. But after a while, I realize that with a TV in that closet, I should probably go lock it. I went back, scared out of my mind, and when I got inside the hallway where the closet was, the door was closed and locked. On this day I was one of just a few people with the key, and none of them had gone in there.
After talking to my boss, he said that sometimes when he would be there alone at night, he would hear footsteps or whispers in the empty hallways.
I have another story too, so if anyone wants to hear that, I'll post it if this thread gets popular.
TL;DR: I was sent on a supply run into an empty theater. A door I had locked opened behind me and was unlocked, accompanied by three knocks. I locked it again, heard the knocking again, it was open again, sprinted out, came back, door was locked and closed.
| AskReddit | t5_2qh1i | cdz6jkv | I'll start with mine, and do my best to describe it.
I work at a theater (a performing arts theater) where symphonies and Broadway plays and concerts come, you know, stuff like that. There's a smaller theater with only one level of seats directly across from the big theater where they'll have kids shows and stuff. Its the same company that owns it, so they will store stuff over there.
One day, we are in the middle of a huge show coming down for a Broadway run and so we are running low on water, because its sort of a kids show, so a lot of kids are coming and the parents don't want to buy water for them. So my boss tells me to go over to the small theater and look for water because we couldn't run to the store and it was a Sunday, so no deliveries and a double show that day. This show pretty much owned the summer at the theater, so nothing had happened in the small theater for a couple weeks.
I take the keys, unlock the small theater, go inside and the first thing I notice is how eerily quiet it is. The way its set up, the doors to get inside open to a small hallway with the door to the theater on the left and the storage closet straight ahead. I unlock the storage closet, and there was a TV and some old polos with the company's name on them and some old sodas. But there was no water so I leave and lock the closet behind me.
I decide to go inside the theater before I leave, just to see what its like when there is no one inside. I go inside, the door closes behind me and its quiet until I hear what I can only describe as the loudest knocking I've ever heard 3 times. I explained to myself that it was just the way the theater settled or something to try to not freak out. So I stood a few more seconds there and walked out.
I opened the door and the closet that I just had locked was open. I decided that I had forgotten to close it, even though I vividly remember locking it, because I dropped the keys right afterwards. But, like I said, I was just trying to keep myself from freaking out by making up explanations.
So I reach for the door, and the handle is burning hot. I shove the door closed, lock it, and start walking away thinking how weird this all is. As I'm almost out of the hallway, I hear the knocking again, 3 times. I turn around, and the closet door is open.
At this point, I sprint out of that theater. I lock the main door and then go back to work. But after a while, I realize that with a TV in that closet, I should probably go lock it. I went back, scared out of my mind, and when I got inside the hallway where the closet was, the door was closed and locked. On this day I was one of just a few people with the key, and none of them had gone in there.
After talking to my boss, he said that sometimes when he would be there alone at night, he would hear footsteps or whispers in the empty hallways.
I have another story too, so if anyone wants to hear that, I'll post it if this thread gets popular. | I was sent on a supply run into an empty theater. A door I had locked opened behind me and was unlocked, accompanied by three knocks. I locked it again, heard the knocking again, it was open again, sprinted out, came back, door was locked and closed. |
Greek0 | There is not really a limit, however the pressure goes up the more you compress it. At one point the pressure becomes so high that we do not have any technology that can sustain it.
When you compress air, you first have to work against the kinetic pressure of the gas molecules (N2 and O2, mostly). That regime is described by the ideal gas equation `pV = nRT = const`. Thus `p = const / V`. You can see that the pressure increases the more you compress the air (as the volume V decreases). At some point, the air particles are start bumping into each other more and more and the ideal gas equation starts to break down. You can describe the situation a little longer with the slightly modified real gas equation, up to a limit.
That limit is when the molecules are practically packed, like in a liquid or a solid. For air, this is a mixed state rather like a liquid, but not quite (called a fluid, since for N2 and O2, room temperature is too hot to allow a real distinction between the liquid and gaseous state).
At that point the pressure needed for further compression increases tremendously. This is typically what one means when one talks of incompressible - liquids and solids, basically. You can apply immense amounts of pressure here and get only very slight amounts of compression out of it. This holds up to pressures of about 3 million bars (~ 3 million atmospheres), the highest pressure we can create on earth, using a thing called "diamond anvil".
The reason we can't compress things more, is because the atoms are packed. To move them closer together you'd have to overcome electron-electron repulsion and squash the electrons out of the atoms. We can't create those conditions on earth (because the containment materials would face the same conditions as the sample you want to compress, so the containment structure would break down too). However those conditions can be created gravitationally, leading to such interesting things as "metallic hydrogen", which is supposed to exist at the center of Jupiter and Saturn.
Further compression eventually forces the electrons to merge with the protons around to form a neutron star. This is the densest material we know to exist. At this point so much mass is concentrated in such a small area, that further compression (or addition of more material) distorts spacetime itself in such a way that a black hole forms.
**tl, dr**: You can always compress objects more, you just need incredible pressure. For air we get with increasing pressure: gas - fluid - thicker fluid (atoms are packed, can't go beyond this on earth) - maybe some metallic state - neutron star.
Further compression / even more insane pressure | There is not really a limit, however the pressure goes up the more you compress it. At one point the pressure becomes so high that we do not have any technology that can sustain it.
When you compress air, you first have to work against the kinetic pressure of the gas molecules (N2 and O2, mostly). That regime is described by the ideal gas equation pV = nRT = const . Thus p = const / V . You can see that the pressure increases the more you compress the air (as the volume V decreases). At some point, the air particles are start bumping into each other more and more and the ideal gas equation starts to break down. You can describe the situation a little longer with the slightly modified real gas equation, up to a limit.
That limit is when the molecules are practically packed, like in a liquid or a solid. For air, this is a mixed state rather like a liquid, but not quite (called a fluid, since for N2 and O2, room temperature is too hot to allow a real distinction between the liquid and gaseous state).
At that point the pressure needed for further compression increases tremendously. This is typically what one means when one talks of incompressible - liquids and solids, basically. You can apply immense amounts of pressure here and get only very slight amounts of compression out of it. This holds up to pressures of about 3 million bars (~ 3 million atmospheres), the highest pressure we can create on earth, using a thing called "diamond anvil".
The reason we can't compress things more, is because the atoms are packed. To move them closer together you'd have to overcome electron-electron repulsion and squash the electrons out of the atoms. We can't create those conditions on earth (because the containment materials would face the same conditions as the sample you want to compress, so the containment structure would break down too). However those conditions can be created gravitationally, leading to such interesting things as "metallic hydrogen", which is supposed to exist at the center of Jupiter and Saturn.
Further compression eventually forces the electrons to merge with the protons around to form a neutron star. This is the densest material we know to exist. At this point so much mass is concentrated in such a small area, that further compression (or addition of more material) distorts spacetime itself in such a way that a black hole forms.
tl, dr : You can always compress objects more, you just need incredible pressure. For air we get with increasing pressure: gas - fluid - thicker fluid (atoms are packed, can't go beyond this on earth) - maybe some metallic state - neutron star.
Further compression / even more insane pressure
| askscience | t5_2qm4e | cdzxgt7 | There is not really a limit, however the pressure goes up the more you compress it. At one point the pressure becomes so high that we do not have any technology that can sustain it.
When you compress air, you first have to work against the kinetic pressure of the gas molecules (N2 and O2, mostly). That regime is described by the ideal gas equation pV = nRT = const . Thus p = const / V . You can see that the pressure increases the more you compress the air (as the volume V decreases). At some point, the air particles are start bumping into each other more and more and the ideal gas equation starts to break down. You can describe the situation a little longer with the slightly modified real gas equation, up to a limit.
That limit is when the molecules are practically packed, like in a liquid or a solid. For air, this is a mixed state rather like a liquid, but not quite (called a fluid, since for N2 and O2, room temperature is too hot to allow a real distinction between the liquid and gaseous state).
At that point the pressure needed for further compression increases tremendously. This is typically what one means when one talks of incompressible - liquids and solids, basically. You can apply immense amounts of pressure here and get only very slight amounts of compression out of it. This holds up to pressures of about 3 million bars (~ 3 million atmospheres), the highest pressure we can create on earth, using a thing called "diamond anvil".
The reason we can't compress things more, is because the atoms are packed. To move them closer together you'd have to overcome electron-electron repulsion and squash the electrons out of the atoms. We can't create those conditions on earth (because the containment materials would face the same conditions as the sample you want to compress, so the containment structure would break down too). However those conditions can be created gravitationally, leading to such interesting things as "metallic hydrogen", which is supposed to exist at the center of Jupiter and Saturn.
Further compression eventually forces the electrons to merge with the protons around to form a neutron star. This is the densest material we know to exist. At this point so much mass is concentrated in such a small area, that further compression (or addition of more material) distorts spacetime itself in such a way that a black hole forms. | You can always compress objects more, you just need incredible pressure. For air we get with increasing pressure: gas - fluid - thicker fluid (atoms are packed, can't go beyond this on earth) - maybe some metallic state - neutron star.
Further compression / even more insane pressure |
dubspwns | I can't speak for most of the ISPs here; but currently my roommates and I have Comcast/Xfinity. The speeds are pretty good (usually get 50/mb down and about 20/mbs up) But recently they put in place a new policy that limits the bandwidth to 300 gigs a month. If you go over - it's $10/per 50 gigs you go over added to your bill. The only way around this cap is to get their Business connection - which we're currently in the process of switching to. So just be aware of that datacap.
Also - the router they've provided us with crashes/resets regularly. We've called about it and asked to get a replacement several times but they've yet to send someone and always give us headaches when we call about it. They're well known for their bad customer support.
**TL;DR** - Great speeds MOST of the time; Shitty customer support; Plan on buying your own hardware; 300gig monthly datacaps on home tier plans. | I can't speak for most of the ISPs here; but currently my roommates and I have Comcast/Xfinity. The speeds are pretty good (usually get 50/mb down and about 20/mbs up) But recently they put in place a new policy that limits the bandwidth to 300 gigs a month. If you go over - it's $10/per 50 gigs you go over added to your bill. The only way around this cap is to get their Business connection - which we're currently in the process of switching to. So just be aware of that datacap.
Also - the router they've provided us with crashes/resets regularly. We've called about it and asked to get a replacement several times but they've yet to send someone and always give us headaches when we call about it. They're well known for their bad customer support.
TL;DR - Great speeds MOST of the time; Shitty customer support; Plan on buying your own hardware; 300gig monthly datacaps on home tier plans.
| HuntsvilleAlabama | t5_2qq6o | cdzxcjb | I can't speak for most of the ISPs here; but currently my roommates and I have Comcast/Xfinity. The speeds are pretty good (usually get 50/mb down and about 20/mbs up) But recently they put in place a new policy that limits the bandwidth to 300 gigs a month. If you go over - it's $10/per 50 gigs you go over added to your bill. The only way around this cap is to get their Business connection - which we're currently in the process of switching to. So just be aware of that datacap.
Also - the router they've provided us with crashes/resets regularly. We've called about it and asked to get a replacement several times but they've yet to send someone and always give us headaches when we call about it. They're well known for their bad customer support. | Great speeds MOST of the time; Shitty customer support; Plan on buying your own hardware; 300gig monthly datacaps on home tier plans. |
bowties_are_cool_ | If you want a good explanation, albeit crude, with boobs, and mainly for entertainment value, check out Penn and Teller's: Bullshit episode called "[Easy Money]( NSFW. It does a good job. My experience is limited.
In short, it's a company that professes to have a legitimate product. This can be energy drinks (Vemma), supplements (Herbalife), cutlery (Cutco/ Vector Marketing), sex toys, makeup, any number of things.
That is fine.
What makes a pyramid scheme bad is the mode of operation. The people involved act as sales reps for the "product". The thing is that raw product sales are often not the focus of the pitch. The instead work to recruit others to act as sales reps... who recruit others to work as sales reps, ... who recruit other people to work as sales reps, etc. etc. for a bonus given by the company.
The companies are often sustained economically not by product sales, but by new people. The sales reps are the immediate customers. As soon as a "kit" for selling is purchased, the company has made the profit it wants from the physical product. The continued money is on involving new people. These new people recruit others, all profiting the company. Anybody who drops out after buying in often incurs a loss.
The largest problem I see is in who interacts. "Bob" gets involved. Bob says he has this great new thing going for him and starts spouting off things like you read above. The company has promised him quick money, saying his parents, friends, and others are being fools and this is the wave of the future. He starts to pressure those close to him, his "network" into joining like he did. Tactics range from high pressure sales, appeals to being friends, time deadlines, insulting others intelligence saying how rich they'll soon be. A line gets drawn between "signed up", "won't sign up", with a grey zone of "hasn't been approached/not sure". In my experience, the members become very "Us vs. them" if you take a firm stance of not joining.
Friends and family become dollar signs to members. Those who won't join Bob are either idiots, or "not supportive" of their new business. Prime targets are the people in debt (college students), the hopeless, and the aimless. They are told this new company will be what whisks them out of their mundane life. Just turns out that this prince charming is taking people away to a cult, not a castle.
TL;DR: They promise quick money and VERY early retirement, but the sales model of recruitment over moving product tears apart friends and family. This is my experience. Others will vary. Some companies are better than others. | If you want a good explanation, albeit crude, with boobs, and mainly for entertainment value, check out Penn and Teller's: Bullshit episode called "[Easy Money]( NSFW. It does a good job. My experience is limited.
In short, it's a company that professes to have a legitimate product. This can be energy drinks (Vemma), supplements (Herbalife), cutlery (Cutco/ Vector Marketing), sex toys, makeup, any number of things.
That is fine.
What makes a pyramid scheme bad is the mode of operation. The people involved act as sales reps for the "product". The thing is that raw product sales are often not the focus of the pitch. The instead work to recruit others to act as sales reps... who recruit others to work as sales reps, ... who recruit other people to work as sales reps, etc. etc. for a bonus given by the company.
The companies are often sustained economically not by product sales, but by new people. The sales reps are the immediate customers. As soon as a "kit" for selling is purchased, the company has made the profit it wants from the physical product. The continued money is on involving new people. These new people recruit others, all profiting the company. Anybody who drops out after buying in often incurs a loss.
The largest problem I see is in who interacts. "Bob" gets involved. Bob says he has this great new thing going for him and starts spouting off things like you read above. The company has promised him quick money, saying his parents, friends, and others are being fools and this is the wave of the future. He starts to pressure those close to him, his "network" into joining like he did. Tactics range from high pressure sales, appeals to being friends, time deadlines, insulting others intelligence saying how rich they'll soon be. A line gets drawn between "signed up", "won't sign up", with a grey zone of "hasn't been approached/not sure". In my experience, the members become very "Us vs. them" if you take a firm stance of not joining.
Friends and family become dollar signs to members. Those who won't join Bob are either idiots, or "not supportive" of their new business. Prime targets are the people in debt (college students), the hopeless, and the aimless. They are told this new company will be what whisks them out of their mundane life. Just turns out that this prince charming is taking people away to a cult, not a castle.
TL;DR: They promise quick money and VERY early retirement, but the sales model of recruitment over moving product tears apart friends and family. This is my experience. Others will vary. Some companies are better than others.
| cringepics | t5_2va9w | cdzvlvv | If you want a good explanation, albeit crude, with boobs, and mainly for entertainment value, check out Penn and Teller's: Bullshit episode called "[Easy Money]( NSFW. It does a good job. My experience is limited.
In short, it's a company that professes to have a legitimate product. This can be energy drinks (Vemma), supplements (Herbalife), cutlery (Cutco/ Vector Marketing), sex toys, makeup, any number of things.
That is fine.
What makes a pyramid scheme bad is the mode of operation. The people involved act as sales reps for the "product". The thing is that raw product sales are often not the focus of the pitch. The instead work to recruit others to act as sales reps... who recruit others to work as sales reps, ... who recruit other people to work as sales reps, etc. etc. for a bonus given by the company.
The companies are often sustained economically not by product sales, but by new people. The sales reps are the immediate customers. As soon as a "kit" for selling is purchased, the company has made the profit it wants from the physical product. The continued money is on involving new people. These new people recruit others, all profiting the company. Anybody who drops out after buying in often incurs a loss.
The largest problem I see is in who interacts. "Bob" gets involved. Bob says he has this great new thing going for him and starts spouting off things like you read above. The company has promised him quick money, saying his parents, friends, and others are being fools and this is the wave of the future. He starts to pressure those close to him, his "network" into joining like he did. Tactics range from high pressure sales, appeals to being friends, time deadlines, insulting others intelligence saying how rich they'll soon be. A line gets drawn between "signed up", "won't sign up", with a grey zone of "hasn't been approached/not sure". In my experience, the members become very "Us vs. them" if you take a firm stance of not joining.
Friends and family become dollar signs to members. Those who won't join Bob are either idiots, or "not supportive" of their new business. Prime targets are the people in debt (college students), the hopeless, and the aimless. They are told this new company will be what whisks them out of their mundane life. Just turns out that this prince charming is taking people away to a cult, not a castle. | They promise quick money and VERY early retirement, but the sales model of recruitment over moving product tears apart friends and family. This is my experience. Others will vary. Some companies are better than others. |
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