NationStates Jolt Archive

"You learn something new every day."

Did you learn anything today?

I learned how to make a three-way conference call on our office phone. That may not sound like much at all, but it felt like I won the world.

I've also learned that earthworms are invading forests in the U.S.
Here. (http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=9105956)

I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm going to learn that the white pudding I ate yesterday shouldn't have been eaten, despite the fact I bought it months ago, kept it in the fridge, and it was only eight days out of its sell-by date.

I mean, eight days over, out of two or three months? That's a tiny proportion, compared to fresh stuff which is buy today, Use By tomorrow, OK the day after, throw away the day after that.

But my stomach seems to be moaning anyway. Ho hum, live and learn. Maybe it's just hungry or something.

I learned that if devolution goes ahead at midnight on Sunday, Northern Ireland will be without a government for 12 hours.

The Secretary of State loses his power at midnight, but local ministers don't get nominated at midday on Monday. So nobody will be running Northern Ireland for half a day.

I have a sneaking suspicion that I'm going to learn that the white pudding I ate yesterday shouldn't have been eaten, despite the fact I bought it months ago, kept it in the fridge, and it was only eight days out of its sell-by date.

I mean, eight days over, out of two or three months? That's a tiny proportion, compared to fresh stuff which is buy today, Use By tomorrow, OK the day after, throw away the day after that.

But my stomach seems to be moaning anyway. Ho hum, live and learn. Maybe it's just hungry or something.

Are you sure it was white pudding? :eek:

I learned that if devolution goes ahead at midnight on Sunday, Northern Ireland will be without a government for 12 hours.
Think anyone will notice?

Are you sure it was white pudding? :eek:
Yeah, that's what it said. Looked OK, smelt OK, tasted like brown sauce. All as expected. Oh well!

I learned that if devolution goes ahead at midnight on Sunday, Northern Ireland will be without a government for 12 hours.

The Secretary of State loses his power at midnight, but local ministers don't get nominated at midday on Monday. So nobody will be running Northern Ireland for half a day.

:eek:

:D

*takes over*



Actually, you might just escape that fate, seeing how about the only thing I learned today was that I really never get anything done. :rolleyes:

I learned that if devolution goes ahead at midnight on Sunday, Northern Ireland will be without a government for 12 hours.

The Secretary of State loses his power at midnight, but local ministers don't get nominated at midday on Monday. So nobody will be running Northern Ireland for half a day.

Brings back memories of the Atchison administration in the US ...

Yeah, that's what it said. Looked OK, smelt OK, tasted like brown sauce. All as expected. Oh well!:eek: So.... white pudding isn't actually what the world outside the Commonwealth would think it is, is it? >.<

Russian adjective agreements for the genitive. Quite a day. :p

I learned that if devolution goes ahead at midnight on Sunday, Northern Ireland will be without a government for 12 hours.

The Secretary of State loses his power at midnight, but local ministers don't get nominated at midday on Monday. So nobody will be running Northern Ireland for half a day.

Cool, 12 hours of anarchy.

I just learned that too.

Oh, reading LG's elephant thread OP, I also learned that the wife of John Edwards is dying of cancer. :/

I came to a realization that I'm addicted to pizza. Can't stop eating it. Ah, well.

*goes to call Pizza Hut*

Oh, reading LG's elephant thread OP, I also learned that the wife of John Edwards is dying of cancer. :/

The cynical asshole in me is already speculating that it might get him more votes. Is that wrong of me?

:eek: So.... white pudding isn't actually what the world outside the Commonwealth would think it is, is it? >.<

It's sort of a sausage made mostly out of pork fat and oatmeal. Wikipedia linky (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_pudding).

There's a very similar "fruit pudding" that comes with fruit in.

What would Forn People think it was?

The cynical asshole in me is already speculating that it might get him more votes. Is that wrong of me?

If you mean "wrong" as in "incorrect", then no. Otherwise, probably.

Learned the meaning of life

It's sort of a sausage made mostly out of pork fat and oatmeal. Wikipedia linky (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_pudding).

There's a very similar "fruit pudding" that comes with fruit in.

What would Forn People think it was?

Umm...

I was thinking it was a type of vanilla pudding or tapioca.

That would have been surprising. <.<

Now I learned something else today. :D

It's sort of a sausage made mostly out of pork fat and oatmeal. Wikipedia linky (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_pudding).

There's a very similar "fruit pudding" that comes with fruit in.
Oatmeal held together by suet. Yum. Please tell me the fruit version doesn't contain pork fat, too? >.<

What would Forn People think it was?This (http://www.kidsweb.at/uploads/images/Aktiv-Zeit/Kuche/Pudding_32.JPG). It's pudding and it's white.

Now I learned something else today. :D
Huzzah!

Oatmeal held together by suet. Yum. Please tell me the fruit version doesn't contain pork fat, too? >.<
I could tell you that, but...
(Although the only time I've eaten the fruit version I think it was listed as beef suet, and that makes it pretty similar to Spotted Dick, really. But fried, not steamed.)

This (http://www.kidsweb.at/uploads/images/Aktiv-Zeit/Kuche/Pudding_32.JPG). It's pudding and it's white.
Ah, you have underestimated the Common Britisher's ability to (mis/ab)use the word "pudding" :D

I always knew cell phones screw with the avionics on an airplane. I didn't realise they could turn off auto pilot or make the plane turn without pilot input.:eek:

Boeing's report. (http://www.boeing.com/commercial/aeromagazine/aero_10/interfere_textonly.html)

I also found out the brand new Siemens cell phone caused a 767 to disengage autopilot and turn left uncommanded.

This is potentially a problem when you stop to think about how many airports have automated take-offs (and sometimes automated landings).

I learned that I am good at thinking new drinks up. *enjoys his new concoction*

I also learned that Tinker Bell lived in a tea pot, not a lantern..

I could tell you that, but...
(Although the only time I've eaten the fruit version I think it was listed as beef suet, and that makes it pretty similar to Spotted Dick, really. But fried, not steamed.)LalalaIcan'thearyoulalala.

Ah, you have underestimated the Common Britisher's ability to (mis/ab)use the word "pudding" :DYeah, I keep doing that.

I always knew cell phones screw with the avionics on an airplane. I didn't realise they could turn off auto pilot or make the plane turn without pilot input.:eek:

Boeing's report. (http://www.boeing.com/commercial/aeromagazine/aero_10/interfere_textonly.html)

I also found out the brand new Siemens cell phone caused a 767 to disengage autopilot and turn left uncommanded.

This is potentially a problem when you stop to think about how many airports have automated take-offs (and sometimes automated landings).*gulp*

I learned that I am good at thinking new drinks up. *enjoys his new concoction*

Such a skill will probably get you many friends. :)

LalalaIcan'thearyoulalala.

You great pudding! :p

Such a skill will probably get you many friends. :)

Indeed it has.

I learned that there are a bunch of scenes from Marx Brothers movies on Youtube.

I learned that there are a bunch of scenes from Marx Brothers movies on Youtube.

Who would ever want to watch Communist video clips?

The cynical asshole in me is already speculating that it might get him more votes. Is that wrong of me?

You might change your mind after watching the press conference (http://youtube.com/watch?v=b-ZT0g8yhto).

Indeed it has.

I'll simply live with the simple act of passing a beer. It'll have to be good enough for any friends of mine.

I'll simply live with the simple act of passing a beer. It'll have to be good enough for any friends of mind.

I wouldn't mind a beer. But I get bored and start mixing stuff.

Learned the meaning of life

Well? Spill it.

nothing.

Well? Spill it.

42.

I wouldn't mind a beer. But I get bored and start mixing stuff.

You should keep a record of the stuff you invent. And post it here.

42.

Zeeeeee!

I wouldn't mind a beer. But I get bored and start mixing stuff.

I suppose I wouldn't mind harder alcohol if it is mixed.

You should keep a record of the stuff you invent. And post it here.

It's nothing original, I'm sure..

Today it's just strawberry schnapps, vodka, and orange juice.

Substitute the OJ with grapefruit juice and a little bit of sugar and you have the other drink. Girly drinks, I know..

Other than that? Jones soda and vodka or gin is really good.

*shrugs*

I learned that Ruffy likes to get...girl-drink drunk.

/Kids in the Hall

I learned this morning that you shouldn't drink rum and coke at 4am if you have to walk your friend to the bus stop at 8.

I learned a couple minutes ago that I have "the intelligence and cultural awareness of a bathrobe" and/or I f.cking hate the internet, and every bloody person on it. I really do. Sometimes I wonder why I even come here, since every day, somebody else decides to insult my intelligence, or appearence, or something of the sort. I used to come online to sort of escape real life, but now I'm beginning to see that real life, even high school, is a f.ckload better than this crap. Sure, a couple people at school dislike me, but at least there, most people think I'm relatively intelligent and sensible, and I'm rarely insulted. On occasion, another theatre kid will call me a b.tch behind my back, but that's really just a stupid competitive thing. Here, it's like people can hide behind the fact that they're anonymous, and call you anthing they f.cking feel like. Well, guess what! I'm sick of that. I'm sick of people feeling they have the right to judge me, when all they know is the words that I type. I write one silly thing because I'm tired and have had too much Malibu to drink, and all of a sudden, people feel they have the right to measure my intelligence and say extremely hurtful things.



F.ck this.

I learned this morning that you shouldn't drink rum and coke at 4am if you have to walk your friend to the bus stop at 8.

I learned a couple minutes ago that I have "the intelligence and cultural awareness of a bathrobe" and/or I f.cking hate the internet, and every bloody person on it. I really do. Sometimes I wonder why I even come here, since every day, somebody else decides to insult my intelligence, or appearence, or something of the sort. I used to come online to sort of escape real life, but now I'm beginning to see that real life, even high school, is a f.ckload better than this crap. Sure, a couple people at school dislike me, but at least there, most people think I'm relatively intelligent and sensible, and I'm rarely insulted. On occasion, another theatre kid will call me a b.tch behind my back, but that's really just a stupid competitive thing. Here, it's like people can hide behind the fact that they're anonymous, and call you anthing they f.cking feel like. Well, guess what! I'm sick of that. I'm sick of people feeling they have the right to judge me, when all they know is the words that I type. I write one silly thing because I'm tired and have had too much Malibu to drink, and all of a sudden, people feel they have the right to measure my intelligence and say extremely hurtful things.



F.ck this.

Relax, it's not that bad on NS. Don't take this shit personally.

I learned this morning that you shouldn't drink rum and coke at 4am if you have to walk your friend to the bus stop at 8.

I learned a couple minutes ago that I have "the intelligence and cultural awareness of a bathrobe" and/or I f.cking hate the internet, and every bloody person on it. I really do. Sometimes I wonder why I even come here, since every day, somebody else decides to insult my intelligence, or appearence, or something of the sort. I used to come online to sort of escape real life, but now I'm beginning to see that real life, even high school, is a f.ckload better than this crap. Sure, a couple people at school dislike me, but at least there, most people think I'm relatively intelligent and sensible, and I'm rarely insulted. On occasion, another theatre kid will call me a b.tch behind my back, but that's really just a stupid competitive thing. Here, it's like people can hide behind the fact that they're anonymous, and call you anthing they f.cking feel like. Well, guess what! I'm sick of that. I'm sick of people feeling they have the right to judge me, when all they know is the words that I type. I write one silly thing because I'm tired and have had too much Malibu to drink, and all of a sudden, people feel they have the right to measure my intelligence and say extremely hurtful things.



F.ck this.

Its due to the fact the people on the internet cannot see you. You are just an anonymous person on the end of a line of telephone wire, the humanisation is lacking, and thus people will say things they certainly wouldn't in person. That said, I'm sorry you feel like that, I think NS is one of the nicer and more mature communities I've seen.

I learnt today that John Omally has gone missing, presumed dead, and that Norman Hartnell is planning on cheating to win the javelin. A cookie to whoever names the book/series.

Relax, it's not that bad on NS. Don't take this shit personally.

How do I not take it personally when somebody tells me that I have the intelligence and historical awareness of a bathrobe, especially when I've already admitted that the post I made was an idiotic one? I don't always think things through, but how does that mean I have an IQ of zero?

I learned this morning that you shouldn't drink rum and coke at 4am if you have to walk your friend to the bus stop at 8.

I learned a couple minutes ago that I have "the intelligence and cultural awareness of a bathrobe" and/or I f.cking hate the internet, and every bloody person on it. I really do. Sometimes I wonder why I even come here, since every day, somebody else decides to insult my intelligence, or appearence, or something of the sort. I used to come online to sort of escape real life, but now I'm beginning to see that real life, even high school, is a f.ckload better than this crap. Sure, a couple people at school dislike me, but at least there, most people think I'm relatively intelligent and sensible, and I'm rarely insulted. On occasion, another theatre kid will call me a b.tch behind my back, but that's really just a stupid competitive thing. Here, it's like people can hide behind the fact that they're anonymous, and call you anthing they f.cking feel like. Well, guess what! I'm sick of that. I'm sick of people feeling they have the right to judge me, when all they know is the words that I type. I write one silly thing because I'm tired and have had too much Malibu to drink, and all of a sudden, people feel they have the right to measure my intelligence and say extremely hurtful things.



F.ck this.

:fluffle:

Think anyone will notice?

Hmm...

Probably not.

How do I not take it personally when somebody tells me that I have the intelligence and historical awareness of a bathrobe, especially when I've already admitted that the post I made was an idiotic one? I don't always think things through, but how does that mean I have an IQ of zero?

Calm down! It sounds like it was one post! And, from your description, more of a joke than an insult, but I probably shouldn't say that... Don't worry about it. Especially if you were a bit sloshed at the time :D

And, as Ifreann said: :fluffle:

Calm down! It sounds like it was one post! And, from your description, more of a joke than an insult, but I probably shouldn't say that... Don't worry about it. Especially if you were a bit sloshed at the time :D

And, as Ifreann said: :fluffle:

Yeah, but it's someone new everyday. Online, I always seem to say the wrong thing, and then everybody jumps on it and attacks me. But thanks, anyways.

Oh, reading LG's elephant thread OP, I also learned that the wife of John Edwards is dying of cancer. :/

Dying or fighting? It's entirely different.

I learned this morning that you shouldn't drink rum and coke at 4am if you have to walk your friend to the bus stop at 8.

I learned a couple minutes ago that I have "the intelligence and cultural awareness of a bathrobe" and/or I f.cking hate the internet, and every bloody person on it. I really do. Sometimes I wonder why I even come here, since every day, somebody else decides to insult my intelligence, or appearence, or something of the sort. I used to come online to sort of escape real life, but now I'm beginning to see that real life, even high school, is a f.ckload better than this crap. Sure, a couple people at school dislike me, but at least there, most people think I'm relatively intelligent and sensible, and I'm rarely insulted. On occasion, another theatre kid will call me a b.tch behind my back, but that's really just a stupid competitive thing. Here, it's like people can hide behind the fact that they're anonymous, and call you anthing they f.cking feel like. Well, guess what! I'm sick of that. I'm sick of people feeling they have the right to judge me, when all they know is the words that I type. I write one silly thing because I'm tired and have had too much Malibu to drink, and all of a sudden, people feel they have the right to measure my intelligence and say extremely hurtful things.



F.ck this.Yeah, but it was The blessed Chris. You really don't want to take whatever that guy spouts seriously, much less to heart. Really.

Nobody else in the thread thought your question was stupid, they all answered it. The fact that you feel stupid for asking it because you didn't think of the answer before you posted the question doesn't mean it was in fact a stupid question.

And seriously - it's The blessed Chris. There are not many people on here whose opinion should affect you less.

Dying or fighting? It's entirely different.Dying. This time, it's incurable. All she can do is take meds to maybe prolong her life.

Yeah, but it was The blessed Chris. You really don't want to take whatever that guy spouts seriously, much less to heart. Really.

Nobody else in the thread thought your question was stupid, they all answered it. The fact that you feel stupid for asking it because you didn't think of the answer before you posted the question doesn't mean it was in fact a stupid question.

And seriously - it's The blessed Chris. There are not many people on here whose opinion should affect you less.

What did he say?

Yeah, but it's someone new everyday. Online, I always seem to say the wrong thing, and then everybody jumps on it and attacks me. But thanks, anyways.

It was The blessed Chris? You should probably take it as a compliment, then. Seriously :D
He insults just about everyone, and are you sure you'd want him to agree with you anyway?
Worry thee not!

What did he say?
What TC quoted in her post. Basically that she was stupid.

Dying. This time, it's incurable.

That made me laugh.

I'm a bad person >_<

That made me laugh.

I'm a bad person >_<
Lol. :p I meant the disease, silly. <.<

What TC quoted in her post. Basically that she was stupid.

Ah ok. Well, he's a pompous Tory fool, so he can hardly criticise anybody.

Dying. This time, it's incurable. All she can do is take meds to maybe prolong her life.

:(

Lol. :p I meant the disease, silly. <.<

I know, when you reach the end you realise. But I hadn't at the time!

"You learn something new every day."

Did you learn anything today?

I learned how to make a three-way conference call on our office phone. That may not sound like much at all, but it felt like I won the world.

I've also learned that earthworms are invading forests in the U.S.
Here. (http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=9105956)

I learned never to hit someone with a canvas bag full of coke cans. It'll rip and everything will fall out.

Nüscht. Or should I say rein jarnüscht!

I learned that if you pivot wrong while picking up a light to pack, you'll sprain your hip. I also learned that spraining your hip hurts like Hades and means that you can't do your job for at least a week. And I was supposed to have almost twelve hours of overtime this week.

I also learned that if you pile too much crap on me in any given week, I will just burst into tears in the middle of the shop floor. (A friend of the family died over the weekend, I've had a cold that just keeps getting worse, ten hour days, I scrapped way too many parts last night because of poor communication, I screwed up the 'get off training wheels' test on the job, and now this. Joy.) :(

I learned that if you pivot wrong while picking up a light to pack, you'll sprain your hip. I also learned that spraining your hip hurts like Hades and means that you can't do your job for at least a week. And I was supposed to have almost twelve hours of overtime this week.

I also learned that if you pile too much crap on me in any given week, I will just burst into tears in the middle of the shop floor. (A friend of the family died over the weekend, I've had a cold that just keeps getting worse, ten hour days, I scrapped way too many parts last night because of poor communication, I screwed up the 'get off training wheels' test on the job, and now this. Joy.) :(

:( :fluffle:

Have an ice cream on me.

How do I not take it personally when somebody tells me that I have the intelligence and historical awareness of a bathrobe, especially when I've already admitted that the post I made was an idiotic one?

Because you know you're better than some arrogant poster's opinion of you, TC. Don't let it get under your skin. In fact, for someone to go after you like that means you got under his skin first. Revel in it. ;)

Dying or fighting? It's entirely different.

She's dying. She's got Stage 4 metastatic breast cancer, which means it's spread to her bone tissue. From there, it can pretty much pop up anywhere. She's got maybe five years to live, I would guesstimate, if she's lucky.

And before anyone does the "you're not a fucking doctor" thing, no, I'm not. I know this stuff, because my mother had the same type of cancer, which eventually lept to her brain, before she passed away in January. I wish Elizabeth Edwards all the best as she goes through what is going to be one helluva struggle.

Oh, and on a lighter note, I learned this evening (just noticed it) that Morg sigged me for one of my more creepy remarks. :p

She's dying. She's got Stage 4 metastatic breast cancer, which means it's spread to her bone tissue. From there, it can pretty much pop up anywhere. She's got maybe five years to live, I would guesstimate, if she's lucky.

And before anyone does the "you're not a fucking doctor" thing, no, I'm not. I know this stuff, because my mother had the same type of cancer, which eventually lept to her brain, before she passed away in January. I wish Elizabeth Edwards all the best as she goes through what is going to be one helluva struggle.It's what killed my mother, too, except in her case it had spread to the liver, not the brain. And of course that was back in the 70s, so it all happened a lot faster because the treatment was far less advanced than today.

"You learn something new every day."

Did you learn anything today?

I learned how to make a three-way conference call on our office phone. That may not sound like much at all, but it felt like I won the world.

I've also learned that earthworms are invading forests in the U.S.
Here. (http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=9105956)


I learned a lot about how the nazz's mind works.

It's what killed my mother, too, except in her case it had spread to the liver, not the brain. And of course that was back in the 70s, so it all happened a lot faster because the treatment was far less advanced than today.

Happened pretty quickly with my mother, too. It does when it hits the brain, for obvious reasons. She passed within a month of exhibiting any symptoms that something was wrong with her brain (she was already in chemo for the breast cancer). Took less than a month.

It's what killed my mother, too, except in her case it had spread to the liver, not the brain. And of course that was back in the 70s, so it all happened a lot faster because the treatment was far less advanced than today.

Happened pretty quickly with my mother, too. It does when it hits the brain, for obvious reasons. She passed within a month of exhibiting any symptoms that something was wrong with her brain (she was already in chemo for the breast cancer). Took less than a month.

I'm very sorry for both your losses. My mother died in 2000 of the same thing.

*whiskey all around*


Oh, and on a lighter note, I learned this evening (just noticed it) that Morg sigged me for one of my more creepy remarks.

Heh heh...couldn't let it pass. I'll take it down if you want.

I learned today that it is impossible to escape the thought of cancer, thus making it impossible to aviod remembering when my friend died.. :(


I also leared that after the 171th photo that is really fucking annoying to edit a lot of photos in one sitting. I'm no where near done.

I learned a lot about how the nazz's mind works.

You mean it actually works?

I'm very sorry for both your losses. My mother died in 2000 of the same thing.

*whiskey all around*

Whiskey would definitely be step up from the piss beer I'm currently swilling.


Heh heh...couldn't let it pass. I'll take it down if you want.

No, it's funny! :D

Yes, flatworms have two penises & they fight about who becomes the woman.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=521656

Yes, flatworms have two penises & they fight about who becomes the woman.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=521656

Nature's gross. :p

I learned that sleeping in my car during a hot day with the windows rolled up isn't good for you, especially when I have to go to class after.

Nature's gross. :p

I couldn't bring myself to clink on the link to that. Thanks for saving me from puking, Morg. :)

I learned
1. There is a biological limit to the amount of potato chips I can eat in 12 hours. :D
2. Yo momma jokes get less funny every day.
3. It hurts when you get shot with 3 paintball guns at pointblank. Continuesly. :mp5:

I learned
1. There is a biological limit to the amount of potato chips I can eat in 12 hours. :D
2. Yo momma jokes get less funny every day.
3. It hurts when you get shot with 3 paintball guns at pointblank. Continuesly. :mp5:
4. I'm appearently a retard and a nerd at the same time (according to several of my classmates) :rolleyes:

I couldn't bring myself to clink on the link to that. Thanks for saving me from puking, Morg. :)

You should click it, it's awesome.

I couldn't bring myself to clink on the link to that. Thanks for saving me from puking, Morg. :)

You should click it, it's awesome.

Definitely worth it. :)

I learned a few tricks on how to determine convergence of an infinite series.

I learned that I hate Java.

I learned the proper format for a limerick, and that Humanities teachers can be forgiving.

"You learn something new every day."

Did you learn anything today?

I learned how to make a three-way conference call on our office phone. That may not sound like much at all, but it felt like I won the world.

I've also learned that earthworms are invading forests in the U.S.
Here. (http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=9105956)

Bwahahaha