So this probably doesn't help (except to back other people's experiences), but there was an asian massage place across from the place I got oil changes and tire swap/rotations (as stud to normal and back). I went there a couple times (first was weird about tipping, but I figured it was a communication issue), got comfortable with it, and the third time the lady put her hand on my junk and just raised her eyebrows. I slowly shook my head, and she went back to a regular massage. That was the last time I went there.
My wife was actually super upset. Not at me, but for me, saying I had been sexually assaulted. I had to explain that while technically that might be true, I was not in a position of vulnerability, she was just doing her thing (and I was clearly in the wrong place), and I get to define my own experience.
I tell people I hate being wrong, so the sooner I am corrected or can correct myself the better.
And the answer is... whenever I'm wrong. I am fairly diligent about thinking through what I say and do, but everybody makes mistakes or lacks knowledge, so I am quick to admit being wrong when I am.
Also, counterintuitively, quickly and casually admitting to being wrong often serves to make people forget you were wrong in the first place. My wife and I have had conversations where she admits being wrong (after entirely too much argument), and comments about how I'm never wrong. And I tell her I'm wrong all the time, I just admit it quickly instead of making a big deal about it, so it's not very memorable. (As we've gotten older, those conversations have become more rare, but she still had me 3D print a medal and trophy wall mount, where she gets a "You Were Right" medal or a trophy each time she's right... like when she convinced me to take my vomiting dog to the vet at night on a weekend and saved his life, and ended up with a dachshund trophy for her wall)
What year is this? That type of humor was overdone in the 90's, and irrelevant now. Even in the early 2000s it was normal to split bills or trade off paying. Same with the "wish I were gay" nonsense. I'll be honest, I didn't get past that.
May as well be joking about Y2K. Totally anachronistic.
You could do Longshot, Rebel Bowman with a bunch of damage and other non-creature spells (including job select artifact equipments, to put creatures on the board).
I have one, and I have Trusty Boomerang, so you can play it for free (and do 2 damage to everyone), attach for one, pay one to tap somebody's creature (and one of your own), and then do it all over again until you run out of creatures or mana. Toss Ravenous Robots in there, and each time you get another creature to tap on the next turn (and blockers). As a combo example. You get to do two damage to everyone, tap a creature an opponent controls, and generate a creature yourself for two mana, over and over.
This feels awfully disrespectful to the waiter/waitress. Get your shit figured out so they can take your order instead of coming back to you four times because you spent 20 minutes at their table before you bothered to pick up a menu.
Rich people figured out this one cool trick where you treat the people providing you services with no regard, like the peasants they are.
I want one to make the normal sound, but whenever you put it in park it moves to the Party Rock Anthem. Only the first little bit until they yell "Party Rock!" And then gets quiet.
Since there's a long intro, it's at about 1:38 the song starts, ignore the drums.
I made a compelling argument to a die-hard Republican for UBI, by pointing out enormous job losses on the horizon due to automation. Basically, I said that there will only be so many labor hours available, so either huge numbers of people on unemployment, or less hours worked by each person. So if everyone had a baseline food/shelter/medical, and worked based on anything beyond that they want, there would be enough labor hours available for everyone. And you tax the shit out of automation to pay for it.
Automation should benefit society, not just a handful of people.
Fair, but also a woman (or man) with a mess of hair that has never seen a comb or scissors wouldn't be very attractive (to me, at least), and I think the same of other hair. If I have a beard, it will be shaped. And if I am hoping to have someone put their face by my junk, I am going to make sure the hair is trimmed and tidy. Leg hair and arm hair, unless you have some weird genetic werewolf stuff going on, aren't going to get untidy on their own.
I think it is reasonable to hope or express preference for the same. Not waxed, not shaved, but at least some level of maintenance.
Additionally, small claims for individual sets or groups of sets totalling less than $20k. It would also mean dragging them into court repeatedly. And with the documents they have it should be a slam-dunk each time.
I also think you missed the biggest thing (to me), which was the absolute, unmitigated corruption of the American Fork (Utah) police department, who acted like hired goons for the B&M guy and harassed a guy trying to collect for the Lego owner.
To me, it was a civil dispute that should have been handled by lawyers long before (or small claims court) right up until those Utah police were involved.
"Hey, man, I didn't see anything, and I got about 20 minutes left on this shit. Somebody else will probably find this dude and call somebody before I do. Either way, none of my business."
So this probably doesn't help (except to back other people's experiences), but there was an asian massage place across from the place I got oil changes and tire swap/rotations (as stud to normal and back). I went there a couple times (first was weird about tipping, but I figured it was a communication issue), got comfortable with it, and the third time the lady put her hand on my junk and just raised her eyebrows. I slowly shook my head, and she went back to a regular massage. That was the last time I went there.
My wife was actually super upset. Not at me, but for me, saying I had been sexually assaulted. I had to explain that while technically that might be true, I was not in a position of vulnerability, she was just doing her thing (and I was clearly in the wrong place), and I get to define my own experience.
I like combination jokes:
What's brown and sticky?
::: spoiler Tap for spoiler A stick. :::
What's brown and rhymes with snoop?
::: spoiler Tap for spoiler Dr. Dre :::
Or:
What do you call a cow with three legs?
::: spoiler Tap for spoiler Lean beef :::
What do you call a cow with no legs?
::: spoiler Tap for spoiler Ground beef :::
What do you call a cow with two legs?
::: spoiler Tap for spoiler Mom. :::
Where's my two dolllllllllarrrrrrrrs?
Mazda Miada with gatlings. Going for that glass cannon role.
I tell people I hate being wrong, so the sooner I am corrected or can correct myself the better.
And the answer is... whenever I'm wrong. I am fairly diligent about thinking through what I say and do, but everybody makes mistakes or lacks knowledge, so I am quick to admit being wrong when I am.
Also, counterintuitively, quickly and casually admitting to being wrong often serves to make people forget you were wrong in the first place. My wife and I have had conversations where she admits being wrong (after entirely too much argument), and comments about how I'm never wrong. And I tell her I'm wrong all the time, I just admit it quickly instead of making a big deal about it, so it's not very memorable. (As we've gotten older, those conversations have become more rare, but she still had me 3D print a medal and trophy wall mount, where she gets a "You Were Right" medal or a trophy each time she's right... like when she convinced me to take my vomiting dog to the vet at night on a weekend and saved his life, and ended up with a dachshund trophy for her wall)
What year is this? That type of humor was overdone in the 90's, and irrelevant now. Even in the early 2000s it was normal to split bills or trade off paying. Same with the "wish I were gay" nonsense. I'll be honest, I didn't get past that.
May as well be joking about Y2K. Totally anachronistic.
I got a Henson single blade years ago and I'm still on my first box (of 100) blades. It's delightful.
You could do Longshot, Rebel Bowman with a bunch of damage and other non-creature spells (including job select artifact equipments, to put creatures on the board).
I have one, and I have Trusty Boomerang, so you can play it for free (and do 2 damage to everyone), attach for one, pay one to tap somebody's creature (and one of your own), and then do it all over again until you run out of creatures or mana. Toss Ravenous Robots in there, and each time you get another creature to tap on the next turn (and blockers). As a combo example. You get to do two damage to everyone, tap a creature an opponent controls, and generate a creature yourself for two mana, over and over.
Military. Search and rescue, specifically.
I don't work in programming (helicopter maintenance/repair), but my boss goes one step further.
Boss: How long until it's ready for a test flight?
Me: I'd say...
Boss: Wait. Give me an honest number, don't add buffer time. I'm already going to double whatever you say to tell District.
Me: Oh, okay, with paperwork and ops checks, 3 hours is feasible, as long as we don't encounter any other issues.
Boss: roger, six hours, sounds good.
This feels awfully disrespectful to the waiter/waitress. Get your shit figured out so they can take your order instead of coming back to you four times because you spent 20 minutes at their table before you bothered to pick up a menu.
Rich people figured out this one cool trick where you treat the people providing you services with no regard, like the peasants they are.
I want one to make the normal sound, but whenever you put it in park it moves to the Party Rock Anthem. Only the first little bit until they yell "Party Rock!" And then gets quiet.
Since there's a long intro, it's at about 1:38 the song starts, ignore the drums.
I made a compelling argument to a die-hard Republican for UBI, by pointing out enormous job losses on the horizon due to automation. Basically, I said that there will only be so many labor hours available, so either huge numbers of people on unemployment, or less hours worked by each person. So if everyone had a baseline food/shelter/medical, and worked based on anything beyond that they want, there would be enough labor hours available for everyone. And you tax the shit out of automation to pay for it.
Automation should benefit society, not just a handful of people.
Fair, but also a woman (or man) with a mess of hair that has never seen a comb or scissors wouldn't be very attractive (to me, at least), and I think the same of other hair. If I have a beard, it will be shaped. And if I am hoping to have someone put their face by my junk, I am going to make sure the hair is trimmed and tidy. Leg hair and arm hair, unless you have some weird genetic werewolf stuff going on, aren't going to get untidy on their own.
I think it is reasonable to hope or express preference for the same. Not waxed, not shaved, but at least some level of maintenance.
Additionally, small claims for individual sets or groups of sets totalling less than $20k. It would also mean dragging them into court repeatedly. And with the documents they have it should be a slam-dunk each time.
I also think you missed the biggest thing (to me), which was the absolute, unmitigated corruption of the American Fork (Utah) police department, who acted like hired goons for the B&M guy and harassed a guy trying to collect for the Lego owner.
To me, it was a civil dispute that should have been handled by lawyers long before (or small claims court) right up until those Utah police were involved.
The Civil Rights Lawyer did a pair of videos on this as well.
Maybe I'm getting old, but given the choice, at this point I'd choose neck and/or shoulders.
Don't get me wrong, I'd be happy with whatever, but given the choice, I'd say relief over release.
"Hey, man, I didn't see anything, and I got about 20 minutes left on this shit. Somebody else will probably find this dude and call somebody before I do. Either way, none of my business."
What do you call a cow with two legs?
Mom.