Argh the cat has worms. I'm so grossed out.
I reached a quarter-billion XP in Pokemon Go.
I hit 100k karma on Reddit.
I just filed the application for my Permanent Fund Dividend.
I'm definitely losing this thread so far.
But I only have just under 60,000,000 XP.
I'm about to hit 35,000 reputation points on Stack Overflow, which is in the top 1% on that site. Its almost entirely due to one question I asked 14 years ago that has 1.9 million views.
"Why does my cat keep getting worms?"
Still here. Looking forward to a day off. I have I think at most seven of those over the next three months. But I hesitate to complain about that because people I know are dealing with covid, open heart surgery, or both at the same time, so you know, what kind of a dick would I be to make a big deal about a little thing like my problems?
Some people have found worms coming out of their cat's butt.
(Everyone is different. No two people are not on fire.)
You should probably complain about it anyway. It's a local norm.
How many worm orgasms equal one mouse orgasm?
Are you saying the worms are enjoying getting plucked out of the cat's butt?
Is that why cats make sure you can see their butthole?
19: I'm confident they aren't enjoying it. I'm saying maybe jerk them off a little to make up for it.
Ok, I'm trying. They seem to like this photo of you.
There's a guy and his wife complaining th each other as they try to fix her phone. I feel like this is part of the stress test.
people I know are dealing with covid, open heart surgery, or both at the same time
Try not to cough into the chest cavity.
Middle age is just a long line of health problems or scares, for yourself or others, punctuated by brief episodes where you don't need to worry for anyone and you feel good enough to go drinking.
27. You just wait for old age! It's much the same except you never feel good enough to go drinking, so you have to drink at home.
Good news. I don't have to wonder if the other cats have worms anymore.
In the waiting room at the bloodwork place: Two elderly women are talking to each other VERY LOUDLY, because they are mostly deaf. Everyone else can't help listening. They apparently hung out in high school and haven't seen each other in decades. 1: Did you hear that [X] killed himself? 2: Yeah, I heard, we kept up, actually his brother, is the father of one of my children. The brother died last year. 1: Well I'm glad he did it to himaself. He was awful. 2: Uh huh. 1: I mean, he was a murderer. You remember that girl they found in the creek just before graduation. He put her there. I know because I was in the car when his buddies went to pick him up there, the same place they found the body the next day. 2.: Uh huh. Abruptly changes the subject to someone else in their peer group, who got his act together after he got out of jail for carjacking, and had a good landscaping business, still going strong, that his grandkids were taking over, and a shore house near Atlantic City.
The other people in the waiting room start looking at each other, wondering if we just heard a confession to accessory to murder. Some head shaking, some eye rolling, one guy slightly smiling, no one willing to break the norm against whispering to strangers in a wiaiting room. The two old ladies prattle on about the rest of their high school clique. Are people thinking about contacting the police? With the murderer long dead and the confessor perhaps not entirely of sound mind, eems pointless..
I start googling for bodies in the creek. Local news reports of one or two bodies per decade, several of them murdered, but no teenage girl in the appropriate time period. Google coverage for local news in the pre-digital age is spotty. Then my name is called and I go in to my appointment.
30 Clearly the right and proper thing to do is start a true crime podcast to get to the bottom of it
I read somewhere a nurse or aide in a long-term care home saying the one thing she wasn't prepared for was the number of confessions to decades-past murders.
This wouldn't be a bad setup for a detective series. Very old retired Detective Inspector in the care home investigating the long-ago murders mentioned by his fellow residents.
His sidekick is the social worker coordinating his spend down.
Possibly murders that went unsolved at the time, when he was still on the force.
There was a rather good detective novel I read recently that did something like this; started with the discovery of the bodies of two missing kids in the present day, and the investigation by the lead character (now a very senior policeman), then jumped back about 20 years to when the murders happened and our hero was a very junior policeman peripherally involved in the case and making a couple of mistakes that meant the investigation never got anywhere. Then it jumped forward to the present day again and how the mystery was actually solved.
That is the best eavesdropping session I have ever heard.
I had a good one listening to someone talk about how someone in their family got pulled over and had a (live) person in the trunk. But this takes the cake!
39: Yes, when I overhear exciting conversations like that, it always resolves with me figuring out that they are talking about a tv show.
Still unemployed on sabbatical. I've finally started working on my resume and answered a recruiter to do what I'm telling myself is a "practice" interview, to see what things are like a decade and a half after the last time I was on that side of the table.
When I was a young Dungeons and Dragons geek, a friend of mine -- midlevel thief -- assassinated another friend -- a much more powerful thief who was under the active protection of an extremely powerful NPC mage.
A third friend called to tell me about it, and the first words out of his mouth were something like: "You're not going to believe this. Tom killed Rick!"
I expressed extreme shock and dismay -- "What?!?" I couldn't imagine how such a thing had happened, or why. We discussed the motives and ramifications of this for a few minutes before my mother -- who had taken the original call and summoned me to pick up an extension -- broke in to apologize for listening in. She knew both Tom and Rick, and couldn't put down the phone until she understood what had actually happened.
I applied for the vacant position supervising my current job. I'd held off for a long time but they're having a hard time filling the position and I'm already effectively doing a lot of it so I might as well get paid better. They're interviewing one other person this week but I sat in on the first round interview and I think it's unlikely they'll offer it to them. We'll see!
That's great. If you supervise yourself, you'll always be doing what the boss wants.
43: that sounds good. If you get the job, will you get to hire somebody to do your present job?
Yeah, I'll get to backfill the position, but it'll probably take a while so in practice I will likely have to do both jobs for a few weeks at least.
That's great. Then you could do nothing and praise yourself for it.
Sadly, the supervisory position is non-union so it'll be easier for them to fire me for not doing any work.
Yeah but if that happens while you're still doing the union job too, you just keep that one. That's how it works, right?
I worked at an organization where a department was disbanded and the only person laid off was that department's director.* Everyone else could do work very similar to what they already did, just within different departments.
*However, there had been a years long process of hollowing out the department either via not rehiring or via broader layoffs. So there were few left to retain.
Took all three cats to the vet. It was harrowing. But no more squirmy rice ought to be coming out of their butts, thank god.
I guess I passed a stress test? The report seems confusing, so I should probably wait until until my doctor says so.
They had to shave my chest to attach electrodes and did a weirdly good job at it. Very symmetrical and neat. The hair left looks natural, like it grew only there.
46: I don't know what it's like where you are, but weeks sounds very optimistic for what I'm seeing in HI or my sister has seen in OR. She had her new job and her old one for upwards of a year. My place has more failed searches than successful ones, and we're a decent place to work (albeit demanding some level of commitment to actually getting shit done, which seems to be a turnoff for mostly the sort of people we want to turn off).
Thanks Barry!
56: Yeah, we've seen waits of months for many positions, including the one I'm applying for. The mayor and his top people have been mired in one scandal after another and no one wants to work for the city, especially in non-union management roles, so the whole top of the org chart has been emptying out. If I do get this job I expect that I will actually be doing both jobs for a while, though I will also make a strong push to hire someone to backfill. My current job is the more important one in terms of stuff that someone absolutely has to do (which is why the other one has been able to stay vacant for months), so I'm anticipating that that's where most of my day to day work will continue to be.
I found a dead sea turtle. It was very dead and very maggoty.
But it wasn't, like, in my house, so heebie definitely still losing the thread.
Did you check its ass for worms?
No. We're very strict about biological classification in these parts.
https://twitter.com/hamcarless/status/1638124195811844098?s=21 Comic book villain interpretation of us presidents
64 Should have stayed with the Dark Brandon theme for Biden imho
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That basketball is still a long way from being a comb.
One of my old professors was awarded the Abel prize. Such a kind/lovely/brilliant guy, but dubious as a teacher.
One time in a real analysis class, I was beyond lost. He said to the class, "You all seem very confused about measures. I will draw a picture. The picture will make everything clear." He drew a big set of axes on the board.
I was very relieved. I drew a big set of axes in my notes.
He kept talking about how much the graph will help. This graph will make everything so clear. Then he went on, talking about something else. I kept hoping he'd return to the graph that would make everything clear.
But he just kept rambling from one topic to another. Eventually he kind of half-erased the empty axes in order to scrawl something else on the board.
So I just had this very sad, empty set of axes in my notes. Eventually I did understand the basics of measure theory, but no thanks to that graph.
It took me way too long to get the joke.
Measure theory? Does that have something to do with "Measure twice, cut once"?
70: Maybe he was trying to teach you something else -- that the most important thing was the friends you made along the way.
73: Good idea. I'll try that.
Driving through Maryland, I saw a sign for "Historic Savage." I'm not going to look it up because I know I'll be disappointed.