SEA SMITH ADVICE BE NO SHIPWRECK!
SEA SMITH HAPPY AS CLAM. TRUST SEA SMITH – CLAMS HAPPY. THEM ALWAYS LAUGHING. SOMETIME KEEP SEA SMITH AWAKE TOO LATE. THEN HIM HAVE CLAM BAKE. SEA SMITH GET LAST LAUGH!
BUT YOU HERE FOR GOODEST ADVICE. SO SEA SMITH GIVE IT! NOW.
Q: While I was at work, a co-worker berated me loudly over an incident in our parking lot.
The lot is overcrowded, and it is quite difficult to find a spot. I had found an available space, and pulled into the (empty) oncoming lane to get a better angle into it. Then my co-worker’s car came around the corner heading in my direction. I quickly abandoned the space, and pulled back into my lane.
At the time, I didn’t think much of it, as it was not really a close call. However, in front of my co-workers, he came up and told me I nearly hit him, and kept repeating this over and over. Of course, everyone else came over to gawk at the situation. I apologized repeatedly and explained that I was just trying to park. I didn’t even mention that he was driving quite fast for a parking lot.
This situation was extremely embarrassing for me, as I am a very sensitive individual and tend to agonize over every mistake I make. I am so embarrassed that I don’t even want to go back into the office. Fortunately, he will be out of the office for the next few days, and we don’t sit near each other, but how do I handle this the next time I see him? Should I apologize again?
A: NO APOLOGIZE! THAT NO HELP. YOU YELL BACK “STOP DRIVE SO FAST, DUMMY!” MAYBE THROW HOT COFFEE ON CO-WORKER. IT LIKE PRISON, YOU NEED ESTABLISH REP AS CRAZY AND BAD AS SHARK! IF THAT NO HELP, SEA SMITH HAVE IDEA…YOU COME WORK IN NEW CAR, LET CO-WORKER PARK…THEN RUN OVER!
HOW YOU LIKE PARKING LOT NOW?
Q: My mother-in-law is the WORST! She has no respect for me. She has stolen, lied and gossiped about me numerous times. Each time, I chose to forgive and move on.
Recently, my husband made clear that he wants to cut ties with his mother and siblings because they constantly belittle his success and ask to borrow money. My problem is, I can’t agree to it. I despise his mother, but I was raised to believe families should never sever ties. I believe every family has its ups and downs.
My husband and I constantly argue because I continue to communicate with his mother and extend invitations to her. Abby, I just want to do the right thing, but I can’t seem to figure out what the right thing to do is.
A: WHAT? YOU CRAZY. MIL IS THIEF, AND SAY BAD THINGS. YOU HELP HUSBAND AND TELL HIM FAMILY – GO AWAY LEECHES! MAKE RUDE GESTURE AT THEM. THEN SNEAK INTO HOUSE AND PUT URCHINS IN SINKS,BATHTUBS, TOILETS. WHEN THEM TRY GET THEM OUT, SPINEY THINGS STICK THEM. HAHAHAHA!
OW!
Q: How and when should I come clean about my immigration status to my future in-laws? When I met my significant other, I told them I was undocumented early on, because I saw a future together but couldn’t do a lot of things (like international travel) due to my legal status. My partner was very understanding and supportive, and we’ve now been together for five years. I’ve never told their family, in part for fear of discrimination against myself, but also because my family is undocumented too. I’ve been able to dodge questions but on one occasion was painted into a corner: We were all at a restaurant together, and the discussion turned to immigration. One relative started asking me if I “had [my] papers.” I panicked and said I did before changing the subject.
Now we want to get married, and I’m terrified about breaking the news to my partner’s family. I’m honestly scared they’ll think I’m taking advantage of my partner for a visa when I dearly love them. Should we tell them before the marriage? My partner wants to keep them in the dark forever since they’re worried about my anxiety, but I’m worried that it’ll only backfire on us when they eventually find out.
A: YOU LUCKY SEA SMITH NO SNITCH – OTHERWISE HIM TURN YOU IN AND GET REWARD. SPEND ON FISH AND CHIPS. THROW AWAY CHIPS, GET MOAR FISH! INSTEAD, HIM SAY YOU NEED MOVE TO SEA-STEAD. NO PAPERS IN SEA…THEM GET WET, FALL APART! HA HA! SEA SMITH SUGGEST ABANDON OIL RIG IN NORTH SEA OR GULF MEXICO. YOU START PIRATE RADIO STATION OR OUTLAW INTERWEBZ THING. HAVE NEW, HAPPY LEGAL SEA-LIFE!
YOU NEW HOME!
COME ON IN, WATER IS FINE!
I hate parking lot Assholes!
It’s time to unleash Steve Smith (and maybe ZARDOZ) to deal with the mother in law.
NO NEED COUSIN STEVE OR BIG STONE HEAD – HAVE SEA HERE! NEED RAPE?
This family porn shit is going too far.
Fuck that shit, we need a concerted effort. We unleash Zardoz and the entire SMITH family on unelected bureaucrats, ‘experts’, and Karens. Have at it! CLEANSING AND BY CLEANSING MEAN…
Did anyone else read the final alt text as “Where you rapers now?”
Therapist- The Rapist
Let it snow – Le tits now
Better – https://www.youtube.com/watchv=urippqcln6y
Damn It
https://www.youtube.com/watchv=urippqcln6y
I give up.
https://youtu.be/wVEiskNv1hs
Trying is the first step
SEA THINK YOU MEAN THIS: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hElOag-1a0k
Benny Hill beat the Squidbillies to it by 30 years
One of my favorites. This too- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qx5P9zlN2nc
Not this?
https://youtu.be/5Bmk-WrYJKc
It was that. Thank you.
Anus tart
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cdhvw9rj3Dw
https://youtu.be/cVpt3erH7ms?t=106
Not an uncommon phenomenon in a SMITH post.
NO APOLOGIZE! THAT NO HELP. YOU YELL BACK “STOP DRIVE SO FAST, DUMMY!” MAYBE THROW HOT COFFEE ON CO-WORKER. IT LIKE PRISON, YOU NEED ESTABLISH REP AS CRAZY AND BAD AS SHARK! IF THAT NO HELP, SEA SMITH HAVE IDEA…YOU COME WORK IN NEW CAR, LET CO-WORKER PARK…THEN RUN OVER!
Excellent advice.
It really is.
Re: MIL.
“Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh.”
If you value your blood ties more than spousal ties with someone you chose, DONT GET MARRIED.
Counterpoint: “Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land that the Lord your God is giving you.”
Clearly relationships with parents are tied to immigration.
THAT NOT MOTHER – ONLY MOTHER IN LAW. SILLY LAND HOOMANS!
Honoring doesn’t have to mean “constantly invites” though.
“cleave unto”
hawt
Cleave unto, like, with an axe?
Friday Funbags will make you want to upload your genetic source code.
http://archive.li/Hz1hb
#28.
Barely able to make it past #1 without fainting.
4 wins the future Mrs. Chafed award.
I guess everyone is at the happy hour zoom thingy.
This made me laugh:
https://www.foxnews.com/politics/even-trump-campaigns-404-page-is-a-brutal-swing-at-biden
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The Trump campaign slid in another swipe at Joe Biden through the 404 pages on its campaign website.
“It appears you are as lost as me,” the page reads when a user clicks a donaldjtrump.com URL that is incorrect, accompanied by a photo of the presumptive Democratic nominee looking confused.
***
Will SEA SMITH ever meet Sewer Sam, the sewer-dwelling manatee?
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“The Forgotten Mermaids”
The crew travels to the cypress glades of East Florida to film the manatee, a vegetarian creature of the sea whose closest living relative is the elephant. Learning of the plight of ‘Sewer Sam’, a manatee trapped in the sewers of Miami, the team attempts to help return Sam to the river.
***
This is why Trump will win, assuming Biden makes it to election day.
That is a slice of political genius.
This has to be one of the worst cases of pronoun abuse since the ‘it is ma’am’ dude.
Noticed that too.
Whom?!
Xer! Get with the program.
“Ha! That’s it! Hold it right there! Pronoun trouble.”
You know who else asked people if they had their papers?
A stoner trying to roll a fat joint?
The Dude?
The teacher who was collecting book reports?
Mr. Whipple?
The paperboy?
I’m drunkenly considering needing a bullhorn to address my neighbors and my issues with them. I need some Glibs recommendations.
Try walls topped with razor wire.
Barring that you’ll have to get more specific.
Bullhorn reviews. That’s what I need.
YFP.
Mr Microphone?
Directional use of illegal fireworks.
CB with a PA output is what we used in college as we drove around and harassed people. Kind of like this
Your not feeling heard?
Sea Stead is always the right answer. To any question.
SEA SMITH LIKE CUT OF JIB.
The cut of my jib is genoa at the moment but that is because I ate fast food for lunch five times this week.
SPACE SMITH MAD, NO GET ENOUGH AIR TIME! SEA GAY ANYWAY!
WE NO SURE SPACE SMITH EXIST. YOU TAKE GOVERNMENT HOOMAN AGENT WORD FOR IT?
BUT STEVE ALREADY ADMIT SPACE EXIST!
did the Zoom die off ?
Zoom needs to die the death of 1000 cuts. Or more quickly.
Is there Zooming going on? I just finished up the day and settled into a tall cocktail.
Still going.
I was paid to be on Zoom for 3 hours today, I don’t need any more of that.
I hear you MS. I love this crowd but I couldn’t take another Zoom meeting right now.
lesser known history
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At the outset of the Spanish-American War, Colonel Arthur L. Wagner was head of the Military Information Division (the War Department’s embryonic intelligence organization). Driven by public sentiment, President McKinley and Secretary of War Russell A. Alger were determined to attack Spanish forces in Cuba not later than summer 1898. Wagner at once prepared a careful assessment of the Spanish forces, terrain, climate and environmental conditions in Cuba—the basic intelligence needed for operational planning. Wagner’s assessment also identified recurring outbreaks of yellow fever in Cuba during the summer months as a crucial planning consideration. At a White House meeting, Wagner recommended postponement of any invasion until the winter months in order to reduce what would otherwise be heavy American losses from the disease. President McKinley reluctantly endorsed his view. As they left the meeting, Secretary of War Alger was furious with Colonel Wagner.
“You have made it impossible for my plan of campaign to be carried out,” he told Wagner. “I will see to it that you do not receive any promotions in the Army in the future.”
The Secretary of War made good on his promise, for although Colonel Wagner was promoted years later to brigadier general, the notice of his appointment reached him on his death bed. Furthermore, Alger influenced McKinley to reauthorize a summer invasion of Cuba. Fortunately United States forces won a quick victory, but as Wagner predicted, the effects of disease soon devastated the force. The ravages of yellow fever, typhoid, malaria and dysentery accounted for more than 85 percent of total casualties and were so severe that by August 1898 less than one quarter of the invasion force remained fit for service.
According to his peers, Wagner deliberately jeopardized his career in order to satisfy a sense of duty, rather than bow to political pressure. Information that American lives could be saved by avoiding the worst time of the year for yellow fever was more important to him than currying favor with the Secretary of War.
***
No good deed goes unpunished.
I need to dig out Once an Eagle again.
I forget the guy’s name, but he was in the West Point class of 1909 (the one the stars fell on, so it’s said). Anyway, during WW1 he got assigned to some class at the last minute and showed up the day before graduation. He calmly got in the diploma line and when the instructor said “I don’t remember *you* from class”, our hero basically says “sure you do, it’s me Smitty!”. Smitty (or whatever his name was) went on to become a well-respected general.
Fake it until you make it!
Probably happened. Another good story – Cadet U.S. Grant and his buddy stole a turkey and were cooking it in their room when an upperclassman caught them. He chose to overlook Grant’s conduct, which could have had both of them dismissed from the Point. No one ever would have heard of Grant again. [No, the upperclassman was not R.E. Lee – that would have made it an even better story!] By the way, it was the Class of 1915 that the stars fell on: 59 out of 164 graduates made Brigadier General or better.
This deserves a “the more you know…” gif.
My favorite West Point tale: that time a bunch of future Civil War generals got drunk on eggnog:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eggnog_Riot
[Belushi voice]
TOGA! TOGA! TOGA!
Looks like R.E. Lee was a goody-two shoes and stayed well clear of the drunken debauchery.
Re Grant, it was a Tactics Instructor, Lt. William Grier, who looked the other way. Many years
later in 1866, Grant remembered the kindness and appointed Grier as Col. of the 3rd U.S. Cavalry at Fort Union, NM territory.
Ulysses Grant’s parents did not give him a middle name. When he enrolled at West Point some admin officer probably thought it would be interesting if cadet Grant’s initials were “U.S.” and added the “S” to his name on the records.
I read that his given name was Hiram Ulysses Grant. When Grant found out that his initials spelled HUG, he changed his name.
***
But in the end he was named Hiram, after his maternal grandfather, and Ulysses after the hero of Greek mythology. The prospect of entering West Point with the initials H.U.G. emblazoned on his trunk embarrassed him, so as a new cadet he began signing his name Ulysses H. Grant, or U.H.
***
Ulysses comes from the Greek name Odysseus. Both names can be translated as Troublemaker.
Wasn’t the Russo-Japanese War the first time the actual war killed more soldiers than disease?
“Will no one rid me of the turbulent frog?”
“There are no ugly rich men”
Sophia Loren, married to Carlos Ponti
*googles Carlos Ponti*
Lord have mercy, talk about a guy punching above his weight.
Who the hell is the guy she married?
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EYF-lMIXQAIUqHF.jpg
Nope.
My first day back to work, my boss texted me. “Safety will be checking your temperature before you will be allowed to enter the building.”
I texted him back, “YOU NEVER SAID IT WAS A RECTAL THERMOMETER!”.
I’m so glad we don’t have that where I work. The HR liaison is a Karen, but other than that people are going on with life as best they can.
I loathe our safety department. They are not about safety – they are about authority.
So just like your governor?
“The HR liaison is a Karen…”
Well, duh!
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EYETEaDU8AYz5N4.jpg
LOLOLOL
Related.
It is unknown what the unhinged extremist wants, though she was screaming, “Power! Unlimited power!” and cackling toward the heavens throughout the day.
“It’s treason, then.”
You know who else…
Excellent.
Candidate for Profiles in Toxic Masculinity: The Chuck Norris of pre-Islamic Arabia
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Antarah ibn Shaddad al-Absi (Arabic: عنترة بن شداد العبسي, ʿAntarah ibn Shaddād al-ʿAbsī; AD 525–608), also known as ʿAntar, was a pre-Islamic Arab knight and poet, famous for both his poetry and his adventurous life. His chief poem forms part of the Mu’allaqāt, the collection of seven “hanging odes” legendarily said to have been suspended in the Kaaba. The account of his life forms the basis of a long and extravagant romance.
…
ʿAntarah’s poetry is well preserved and often talks of chivalrous values, courage and heroism in battle as well as his love for ʿAbla. It was immortalized when one of his poems was included in the Mu’allaqat, the collection of poems legendarily said to have been suspended in the Kaaba.[1] His poetry’s historical and cultural importance stems from its detailed descriptions of battles, armour, weapons, horses, desert and other themes from his time.
***
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antarah_ibn_Shaddad
In modern day Arabic in some countries, if you want to say a guy is a badass, you say he is like Antarah.
whoa, tanks can skid
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tnTVbsfixfM
I don’t have any video, but we learned the hard way that the HMMWV, if wheels are improperly chocked while parking on a steep hillside, tends to flip end-over-end, all the way to the bottom of the mountain. Our Platoon Sgt. was overheard telling the poor driver, as he wrote up his statement of charges, “Private, you done bought you something you can’t eat.”
and then this happened
Honestly, I can’t help but be impressed by someone who can roll something that heavy.
In more depressing news, this poor guy ended up accidentally self-amputating when his tank rolled down a hill.
https://www.foxnews.com/us/soldier-amputated-leg-save-buddies
***
The gunner crawled to the phone and gave it to Maes, who summoned rescuers.
“Once they found us, it turned into a bunch of big jokes and laughs,” he said. “We were so happy to be getting care, and that we weren’t dead.”
When someone collected his severed leg, Maes managed to quip: “Hey, bring that back, I want it!”
***
I reflect on this story whenever I’m unhappy about something.
In Audie Murphy’s autobiography he tells the story of a handsome soldier who suddenly lost a foot from a mortar. The soldier said: “Well, there go my dancing days. At least I’m going home.”
When I was training at Camp Fuji, Japan there was an M-60 tank driving on a road along side of a steep ravine. Suddenly the ravine wall collapsed and the tank flipped sideways into the ravine. The tank commander, who had been sitting in the cupola of the tank, never had time to react and was crushed under the upside-down tank.
Sister battalion had a crunchy accident. No tanks, just a poorly market and picketed sleeping area and a truck.
It’s worth emphasizing that even military training can be dangerous. Even in my mostly pogue-y line of work, there are career-ending injuries from time to time.
On a side note, based on the dozen or so female soldiers I know well, almost all them have had serious to nearly career-ending injuries just from training. Sorry gals, you are not built the same way guys. Just the same, I applaud their bravery.
In my humble opinion, a great many injuries in the military come from unnecessary macho nonsense. Earth to morons: Superman is not real. I’m not sure how to fix it. Some of that macho nonsense comes in handy.
How long is a spool of WD-1 when its on a RL-159 ? 2 miles.
How far do you have to run for the APFT? 2 miles.
Coincidence?
You might appreciate this. On Tuesdays we had to PMCS the commo equipment. Our Platoon Sgt. wanted us to unspool the wire for the TA-312 and wipe it down with Break-Free after each field operation, so as to clean the wire. I had no intention of wiping a dozen spools of wire down with oil, so we just spray-painted them flat black every Tuesday.
Ok SPC, since no one apparently has told you about the birds and the bees yet…
+1 gash, you sly dog
I would also have accepted “split-tail”.
Check out around 1:50 plus they’re Russians so you know it’s good and disastrous:
https://youtu.be/J7omNrPYsyk
On the close ups you can see the removed track pads for winter snow driving.
I forget what they were called, but there was a kind of rubber boot the US came up with in WW2 for tanks so they wouldn’t tear up the roads so much.
I’m pretty sure one of the regulars here was a tank crew member in the great long ago. Perhaps he could give us some insights.
I always get a laugh out of this video
Love that video. Love the sound of the turbine spinning up too.
Today’s Friday? When did that happen?
Midnight, same as downtown.
The day after yesterday.
Huh. Here we are. I think. I’m here, right? OMG what if I’m somewhere else but think that I’m here?
Rene Descartes called. He wants you to put down the mushrooms.
http://archive.li/BNKnD/78e04886b37f451f8aeac1218a5c84dc510ad748.jpg
NSFW.
http://archive.li/f2kWH/9a861bcd15528573b3f2e5f3f337ff15f035c397.jpg
NSFW.
http://archive.li/LbHtS/6808919e2bd7b2b734f92fbc039ed97052abe1c8.jpg
NSFW.
http://archive.li/Z5GHW/9d27f02b777e9ce4191165013f9454797edaf87b.jpg
NSFW.
Where’s her dunce cap?
https://wgntv.com/news/coronavirus/hospital-responds-after-video-seen-of-nurse-at-crowded-wisconsin-bar/amp/
The stupidest thing was allowing herself to be filmed.
I say she did nothing wrong.
I agree.
If only she had practiced social distancing at the crowded bar.
““I don’t think the risk presents any higher than going to a grocery store,” she said.”
She isn’t wrong.
A good interview with Joshua Philipp of The Epoch Times concerning the state of professional sports in the age of corona (nah, just kidding, it’s about China):
https://youtu.be/kXDivflF5Bo
A tad long at a little under an hour but a good vid if you have the time.
Seems like tonight there are a good number of vets in the comments, so I’ll just throw this out and see what y’all have to say.
In December, I had to go to an NCO meeting because a whole bunch of guys had gotten in trouble for speeding, etc here on Camp Swampy. The goal was to find a way to stop that. One NCO suggested having every soldier pass a check ride like they do for pilots flying an unfamiliar aircraft. I thought this was all a big waste of time, so after the meeting, I went to the MP station and said “hey, this is where and when all the reckless driving takes place”. I knew from the sound of people gunning their engines.
Anyway, a few days before Xmas, I hear a guy gun his engine in the parking lot. I go out to investigate. I hear the engine gun again and catch the guy red-handed. I tell him to knock it off and go to bed. It was after 2200. Well, that guy’s friend decides to go Wrestlemania on me. He shoved me into a car, I shoved him back. We grapple for a while and I lose my balance and fall. When I get up, the jackass is about 20 ft away and taunting me. His moron friend says dirtbag’s uncommon name. So, although I was tempted to stomp the jerk’s guts out, I now have enough info to find him later. I had been scheduled for staff duty xmas day, but a kind stranger relieved me of that, which was good because I wanted to meet my parents that day. So I let dingus go quietly because I have work Monday and want to spend xmas with my parents.
When that’s done, I go to dingbat’s old unit and learn that he recently left the Army. When I explained what happened, his old platoon sergeant says “I really wished I wouldn’t have to hear that shitbag’s name again.” Evidently, Shitbag’s time in the Army was as short as it was unremarkable. They tell me they can’t do anything and to go to the MPs. So I go into the Terminator room, which was kind of cool and give my statement. I go back a month later and they say I have to fill out a FOIA request to see the outcome of the investigation.
The bruises and scrapes didn’t bother me too much. I’ve bled more from picking my nose. And it appears that the jackass is well on his way to ruining his own life. I decided it was best not risk the job I spent 3,000 hours training for. Even so, there are times when wish I had beaten the dumb bastard black and blue. It’s hard to measure out violence by the teaspoon, as Sowell said. Perhaps if I had been more aggressive, the outcome would have been worse for both of us. On the plus side, the gunning of engines has gone way down since that night. I suppose that is a Pyrrhic victory.
Can you come to my neighborhood and lay some smack down on the idiot punks who do that shit all day?
Hmm. When I lived in Chicago, there was a bar I hung out at a lot. One night, some jackass pulls up outside at the stoplight and his thumpity bumpity music is shaking the room. I go to the driver side and yell at him. I was tempted to slash his tires. I didn’t and he drove on.
It’s against my principles to hurt people or destroy property out of annoyance, but they sure make it a tempting option sometimes. Making really loud noise like that for me is no different than walking up to someone and screaming in their ear at the top of your lungs.
This jackass decided to rev his Lamborghini engine in NYC traffic.
It caught on fire.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMLq2hSWpq8
Serves ya right, you jackass.
I read that lamborghini in Eye-tie means something like “wow, look at that!”
Ferari means blacksmith, because they work with iron (ferro).
*Nelson laugh*
Dubai traffic, which makes sense. More money than sense there, AFICT.
Ironically (?) Lamborghini started out making tractors (and, I think, still does) – my recollection is that they started making performance cars after Enzo Ferrari gave him the high-hat.
This would be of a piece with Enzo essentially telling Henry Ford II to go fuck himself after Ferrari used a Ford purchase offer as leverage for a Fiat bail-out.
In short: Enzo was a dick.
Have you never seen Death Wish? Now is your time Rhy.
As a vet….when I was stationed at Ft Hood in Tejas, I found myself in a bar Austin one night after a football game. UT had beaten A&M, and 6th street was a mess.
In the bar I was in, there were some UT cheerleaders and a guy decided to pick a fight with a male cheerleader. He got grabbed, flipped, and wrapped a dozen times.
The lesson I took from that was- don’t fuck with a guy that tosses around 90 lb women, then does back-flips.
Ha-ha! One of my best “almost fight” stories involves one of the very gay male cheerleaders when I was at UNC. We were at an outdoor bar called “He’s Not Here” one weekend night, standing in the traditional crowded outdoor bar courtyard group circle holding our little plastic cups. Someone very large behind me kept drunkenly bumping in to me and kind of leaning on my head and shoulders for support. I turn around to see a very intoxicated Brad Daugherty (the 6’11” all-American center).
Our nicely buzzed cheerleader friend begins yelling at Brad, and Brad starts talking trash back…. over the top of my 6 foot frame. I’m kind of leaning back, holding him back as he tries to argue with the 5’7″ cheerleader. You have to imagine an extremely jacked, maybe 185-190lb, extremely effeminate-voiced guy, almost talking like a young Mike Tyson, with a little lisp. Sort of like a body builder version of Kevin Hart. Brad is 7 feet tall, over 250 pounds and an extremely strong future NBA all-star. I’m 130lbs soaking wet. So, despite being in really good shape, I’m not in a good position at the moment.
So I try to talk some sense in to my friend and I tell him to let it go… He looks Brad in the eyes – directly over my head – and says “I don’t care who the hell he think he is, I’ll break his knees, and then I’ll kick his ass…” and then gives a double flex that sends striations ripping down his tank-top covered chest. A couple of us wrapped our arms around him and escorted him away and a couple of Brad’s buddies did the same. Which was great for me, because it was very crowded and I would have gotten squished like a bug between those two. You really don’t want to get between two guys who can easily bench twice your body weight.
The contrast between the campy gay voice and body builder frame of the cheerleader and the giant size and mountain-country redneck voice of Brad Daughtery as they talked trash was kind of epic.
As for tossing around 90 pound girls… the cheeleader was a partner with my ex wife. He would toss her in the air and catch her one foot as she stood balanced above him on his hand. Except he didn’t align her over his head with a straight arm and canted shoulders to align the weight directly over the center line… he’d stand up straight with his shoulders square and hold her casually in one hand as if he were holding up a can of beer. It was actually quite an impressive feat of strength.
While the fantasy of dealing physical revenge can be cathartic, it is better to just let him destroy his own life and forget about him. As a muscle car guy, I don’t see gunning an engine as much as an offence as you do. I do think it is dumb if the person doesn’t leave a cloud of tire smoke after doing it. Of course, even at 54, I still smile when I hear a good burnout, even late at night. (as long as it a throaty V8 and not some fart can ricer, lol)
So here there are a lot of people, particularly students, on weird shifts. At any given time, someone is trying to sleep, even if it’s just a guy who got off staff duty.
I like loud engines just fine, if I’m at a tractor pull or an airshow. Otherwise, do you really need to rev your engine to drive in a place where the speed limit maxes out at 25 mph?
I can get to 25mph pretty damn fast that way, lol.
What your talking about is about being considerate of others. That can be hard for people.
I fucking hate this pasttime of revving artificially loudened engines in residential areas. It’s downright childish.
Some junkie fuck down the block had a motorcycle for a while that he would ride up and down the street – the same boring, suburban street – over and over while making as much noise as possible with the engine. My neighbor called the cops a few times, but somehow he would quiet down and get out of sight right before they showed up, so nothing was done.
I fantasized about pumping spray foam insulation into the tailpipe, gas tank, and any other opening I could get to and leaving note saying “I noticed your bike was kind of loud. This should help quiet it down a bit. You’re welcome. – A friendly neighbor”… But alas, that damn non-aggression principle…
I’ve sat and pondered before if it is violating someone’s property rights to make extremely loud noises (like revving engines) for no reason at all. I’m not prepared to say it should be illegal to drive your car around and make what is basically a glorified fart sound, but it’s definitely interfering with people’s ability to enjoy their property.
It’s all ricers here – the farting is even more annoying.
Lacist!
I dunno what to tell you, but…
…there’s always going to be some sort of stupid shit- DUIs, PT failures, speeding, lost sensitive items, whatever and staff fuckery to deal with it. Not the actual issue but the we have too many of XX and need to do something about it. The names change, but the plots the same. Take care of yourself and your guys and focus on doing your own job. Extra details are crap, but be a team player for the game but maybe not after.
…I can’t think of anyone flipping shit back, let along strike a senior in rank, unless they were piss drunk. Even then they didn’t get a full pass. Damn.
…there are always dirtbags.
My platoon sgt has a nice saying: E5s do it for the money, sergeants do it for the power, NCOs do it for the troops.
I always thought it was bad form for a US soldier to harm another one. I think they call that friendly fire.
That night, there was a lot for me lose and not much to gain.
When I got to my first permanent assignment, I was told the AF had the same types of people as the general population and not to expect everyone to be professional. That kind of stuck with me. But I get your point about expecting some type of bond.
We were all in civvies that night, but I figure I l have enough white hair to be an NCO, as I am. I didn’t announce my rank.
I didn’t want to make trouble for my higher-ups, especially around the holidays, because they’ve been very good to me.
You’ll like this one.
My dad was enlisted Navy during Korea (family joke goes that he was in the Navy and never touched a boat). So when he got out he went to Illinois, GI bill, in engineering. He’d been a radar/radio tech for three years so he knew the basics already, so he was super bored in one of the lower division mechanical eng classes. He went to his prof and he said, “Look, your class is boring, I know all this already. But I’ll make you a deal. Your equipment/lab place is a pigsty that needs looking after. I’ll fix and tend all your crap, I don’t go to class, and you give me an A.” And that’s what they did.
There was another story about how his group of vets on campus got some kind of revenge on another student through some elaborate prank, but sadly I don’t remember exactly what it was. But it was definitely of the flavor of ‘don’t fuck with us , because we will make you sorry you were born’.
One of the great things about doing 15 years in Reserve units based in Japan was the almost total lack of broke-dicks (E1 through E3). There is no local population enlisting directly into the Reserves like in the US-based units so everybody had at least finished one enlistment or was commissioned. So not only were they generally older and somewhat more mature but they were in it to continue a career.
It’s one of the things about the Special Forces which was attractive to me – you have to be at least an E-4 to apply and most people who are in that field are serious about their job.
Re “cleaving”
Interesting that you can cleave (cling) unto something, but you can also cleave (split) something.
It confuses simpletons like me.
cleave is an auto-antonym
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auto-antonym
there friends, today you learned something
I was told there wasn’t going to be a test.
There is always a test
There’s got to be a cleavage joke in there somewhere…..
I’ve come up with a completely different meaning for the term “meat cleaver”
I’m having trouble generating any sympathy.
https://twitchy.com/dougp-3137/2020/05/15/if-it-saves-just-one-life-journos-sound-alarm-as-coronavirus-related-layoff-wave-starts-to-hit-media-outlets/
Gee, I have no idea why they might want to just do layoffs instead of some sort of workshare program. It’s a fucking mystery.
Proving, yet again, a journalism degree doesn’t teach much of anything.
In my view, journalism like teaching should be a minor, not a major at the baccalaureate level.
Absolutely. Having a breadth of knowledge about politics, history, etc is a good place to start when asking questions. A degree in the STEM fields would help make for a good science reporter, and, as we are seeing today, it also intersects with public policy. A degree in how to polish a politician’s knob isn’t a help.
For once he needs to take some advice.
https://dailycaller.com/2020/05/15/coronavirus-models-donald-trump-cdc-task-force/
That would be a welcome change. I’d especially enjoy side-by-side comparisons of the various models’ predictions. That in itself speaks volumes about our level of certainty of the outbreak.
It certainly would. The only one I’ve seen is for Sweden. As you would expect, the original predictions were way off.
Stupidly, I grabbed a bottle of JB instead of Cutty Sark at the store today. Didn’t realize it until I got into the car. What a maroon.
Hopefully you can choke it down.
Where is our overseas contingent tonight? Should Japan, England or Romania be chiming in about now?
I had a contract to review for a possible project coming up. I’m still checking in here from time to time.
I thought Friday night in Japan is for drinking too much sake and watching kabuki.
Sorry – got pulled away to help the wife.
It’s Saturday evening here so the drinkin; is about to commence.
Oh, and very few people watch Kabuki. And I don’t drink much Sake except for certain venues and occasions.
I’m still here!
Got off work at 1 AM, pumped iron, and now I’m eating some Indian scrambled eggs. Might grant myself a few glasses of Bulleit Bourbon before I go to bed.
What makes scrambled eggs Indian? Also, save the pumping iron for GlibFit. 😉
I just add a mixture of saute’d onions, chili peppers, garlic, ginger, and garam masala. Towards the end I throw in some green peas and diced tomatoes.
It was a recipe I found online somewhere, but I can’t remember where or what it was actually called.
Who are these people? Between my wife, kids, dog, and cat, I’m lucky to get anything done at home. Add in the noise from lawn care, deliveries, etc. and it only gets worse. I’m most productive at the office.
https://www.marketwatch.com/story/work-from-home-productivity-gain-has-tech-ceos-predicting-many-workers-will-never-come-back-to-the-office-2020-05-15?mod=mw_latestnews
No Joke. Trying to do anything at home is a hopeless task for me. Too many demands on my time and all of them are “It’ll only take a minute”. Given that those happen on 5 to 15 minute intervals all day – until the kids are put to bed – I’ve got zero time to focus and be productive. I end up staying up to 1 or 2 in the morning just to be able to do some “me” things. Recently, those “me” things involve streaming Forgotten Weapons and Bourbon.
Yup…. it induces “spin lock”, where stopping and restarting tasks takes more time than the actual work that happens in between.
I suggest an underground bunker in which you cannot be disturbed. I wish I had the capacity for this.
One – a few years ago I put my hand on a sea urchin while trying to pull myself up on some rocks. It was a dead one, but apparently they are still just as spiny and impaley in this form. Ouch! I would recommend some sort of urchin-inspired bayonet fixture for self defense in the home.
Anyway, I have a special request for the IT glibs. It’s very bad, and deceitful, and a darned cowardly way to go about things, but, say there are some Zoom chats/meetings that I don’t really want to take part in, but that it’s strongly suggested that I ought to/consequences arise from not doing so, is there a way I can sorta jam my own signal so it’s really bad/laggy/choppy/lots of dropout? I was just going to draw “tecnical [sic] difficulties” on a piece of paper and tape it up in front of the webcam but I don’t think that would fly.
When you talk just mouth the words, if you can do it well, vocalize every other syllable or so.
Throttle your bandwidth down to 28k on your router.
Or download a bunch of popular torrent files with no throttle. Use QOS on your router to deprioritize zoom and prioritize torrent traffic.