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So you couldn't hit the sack with Mrs. Guapo, do it before she nodded off and then drink and burn stuff?
Not really appropriate to have sex with your kids 2 feet away. That is just not a line I will cross.
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Not really appropriate to have sex with your kids 2 feet away. That is just not a line I will cross.
It is so refreshing to see a conservative sticking to his principles....
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Not really appropriate to have sex with your kids 2 feet away. That is just not a line I will cross.
Ah, same tent. Gotcha.
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yeah this is a really big problem. the thing is though, I can never seem to find shoes that I like in a store. not even when I go to the BIG CITY and go to stores there, so I can pretty much only find shoes that I like online.
4 corners does not a big city makefacebook status updates in general annoy me, but ones like this drive me crazy. what is the point of saying this? "xxxxxxxxxxxx had a very difficult conversation today. A little anger and lots of tears, but it ended well. Phew."
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Actually, no. Not to me, at least. If a guy slammed his cards down, whipped his dick out and pissed all over them while calling my dealer a slant-eye jap faggot, I'd award him the pot before booting him from the room. There are plenty of rules in our room that can lead to suspension/banning that I would never consider killing a player's hand for. For example, we have language provisions, since some of the old bitties are racist and don't like black people. So if I repeatedly warn a guy to watch his mouth and he refuses, he's gone. But I wouldn't kill his hand.I think of it like this: if you charge the mound after getting drilled in a baseball game, you'll get run 100% of the time. But you're damn sure awarded first base.
I still don't understand why you're so concerned about protecting the sanctity and value of his hand when he's not.
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[An exchange in which Ouch implies Derek got owned]
This is going to be my last post of the day here, since my bloodstream is currently saturated with rageahol, but how did Bizzle win? I am currently composing a letter to my MIS professor, eviscerating him for being a petty, narrow-minded *******. One hour after I finish composing it, I will read it again, and if I am still as filled with righteous fury as I am right now, I will send it, possibly committing academic suicide. It's the ****ing principle, man. This, ProfessorHongKong, is what happens when you **** a stranger in the ass.
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I still don't understand why you're so concerned about protecting the sanctity and value of his hand when he's not.
Because it's my job, Erik. People make mistakes, and it's my job to handle them in a way that leads to the fairest and best-possible outcome. That's like saying "People who get in the car with a drunk driver should be murdered." Well, no. It's the cop's job to protect his life, even if he makes irresponsible decisions. Last post. It was hard not to be irrationally mean. Break time for Derek.
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This is going to be my last post of the day here, since my bloodstream is currently saturated with rageahol, but how did Bizzle win? I am currently composing a letter to my MIS professor, eviscerating him for being a petty, narrow-minded *******. One hour after I finish composing it, I will read it again, and if I am still as filled with righteous fury as I am right now, I will send it, possibly committing academic suicide. It's the ****ing principle, man. This, ProfessorHongKong, is what happens when you **** a stranger in the ass.
first of all, i hope you'll let us all read it, whether you send it or not.second, you misread the exchange slightly, but essentially1 - i wouldn't say owned2 - i happen to agree with bizzle, mostly. i get where you're coming from but it seems, in a word, overthought3 - i've been waiting for approximately 2.5 years to make the splooging joke
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bearwang,instead of shooting off an email full of venting, why not setup an office appointment and go in there to make him justify his reasoning behind giving you the grade he did. I think it improves the chances of him reconsidering as well as providing you with the entertainment of intellectually belittling him. It's WIN-WIN or a double edged sword or something.

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bearwang,instead of shooting off an email full of venting, why not setup an office appointment and go in there to make him justify his reasoning behind giving you the grade he did. I think it improves the chances of him reconsidering as well as providing you with the entertainment of intellectually belittling him. It's WIN-WIN or a double edged sword or something.
Coming from the other side of the desk, I agree with this. I actually have a cool streak going. The last 5 classes I have taught have resulted in AT LEAST one student shedding tears in my office during the course of the semester. And I don't count it if its just a bit of sniffling, I am talking full-out sobbing. Granted, its not always due to my excessively harsh and heartless grading policies... often, they just feel that my office is the best place to let out all that my-life-as-a-college-student-in-sunny-southern-california-is-so-hard stress.
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Coming from the other side of the desk, I agree with this. I actually have a cool streak going. The last 5 classes I have taught have resulted in AT LEAST one student shedding tears in my office during the course of the semester. And I don't count it if its just a bit of sniffling, I am talking full-out sobbing. Granted, its not always due to my excessively harsh and heartless grading policies... often, they just feel that my office is the best place to let out all that my-life-as-a-college-student-in-sunny-southern-california-is-so-hard stress.
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I think the equilibrium I've settled on is something like: I vehemently disagree with the religious man's point of view, and I don't respect the logic of it at all. I don't respect the actual position itself, that an earnest and honest examination of one's surroundings could lead a person to conclude "Yeah, there's a God, like they say on TV." But I do respect a person's right to have (what I would view as) flaws, irrational viewpoints, imperfect processes, chinks in the armor. I respect his right to be wrong about stuff, even if I think it's a sign of incredible close-mindedness or myopia. Even more than that, I can still respect the person. I can still respect somebody with a belief I believe is ridiculous. If the person wants to engage me -- and we have an otherwise-good relationship -- I'll be honest but respectful. I'll try to be nice, basically, and make sure the situation doesn't get out of control. Nobody likes having his (HER HER HER) core beliefs attacked. I try to be especially careful, because I am very good at arguing, and I almost instinctively force people into corners, forcing them to contradict themselves, making them lose and lose badly. Basically, I don't care enough. I think it's stupid and dumb and irrational and ridiculous, but if it makes you happy, if it makes you content and better able to deal with life, then go ahead. ****, I drank myself retarded for a number of years because of the curves life threw me, so if God is something that makes you happy, who am I to judge? Do I think I'm right? Yeah, I'm pretty sure I am. But I don't really care if YOU think I'm right. And I don't care if you believe.You know, unless you're a dick or a stupid bitch, in which case I'll try to make you hurt just because I can.And I think Bravey knows that. He probably feels the same way. Maybe he doesn't respect my decision to remain willfully ignorant of the beauty of God, or my irrational insistence that God's existence be proven, or my close-mindedness. But hopefully he respects me, and accepts my flaws like his stupid fable-book tells him to do.
Yeah, I don't believe if belief either. I just quietly resist though. Well, except brvhart, I can't resist him.
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Coming from the other side of the desk, I agree with this. I actually have a cool streak going. The last 5 classes I have taught have resulted in AT LEAST one student shedding tears in my office during the course of the semester. And I don't count it if its just a bit of sniffling, I am talking full-out sobbing. Granted, its not always due to my excessively harsh and heartless grading policies... often, they just feel that my office is the best place to let out all that my-life-as-a-college-student-in-sunny-southern-california-is-so-hard stress.
you heartless dictator.I look back on how much I stressed about grades during high school and college and I laugh at myself. We need to a better job of reminding kids that one bad grade in one class in college wont matter much. I tried to get a grade changed once on a US history paper I wrote about Muhammad Ali. When I told the TA my topic, he flat out told me he would be grading me harder because that was in his area of expertise. Sure enough, I got a C on the paper and everyone else was in the B to A- range. I told the professor about the comment and asked him just to read the paper and tell me if he really thought it was a C paper.He read it, told me he thought the TA was harsh, but refused to change the grade.And now, I am a lawyer and that TA is probably still grading papers and waiting for a junior professorship or whatever to open up. I win.
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you heartless dictator.I look back on how much I stressed about grades during high school and college and I laugh at myself. We need to a better job of reminding kids that one bad grade in one class in college wont matter much. I tried to get a grade changed once on a US history paper I wrote about Muhammad Ali. When I told the TA my topic, he flat out told me he would be grading me harder because that was in his area of expertise. Sure enough, I got a C on the paper and everyone else was in the B to A- range. I told the professor about the comment and asked him just to read the paper and tell me if he really thought it was a C paper.He read it, told me he thought the TA was harsh, but refused to change the grade.And now, I am almost a lawyer and that TA is probably still grading papers and waiting for a junior professorship or whatever to open up. I win.
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We need to a better job of reminding kids that one bad grade in one class in college wont matter much.
yeah, but multiple bad grades in multiple classes do. TRUST ME.oh, and
the extra b is for byobb
what's that extra b for?THAT'S A TYPO.jesus people.
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first of all, i hope you'll let us all read it, whether you send it or not.second, you misread the exchange slightly, but essentially1 - i wouldn't say owned2 - i happen to agree with bizzle, mostly. i get where you're coming from but it seems, in a word, overthought3 - i've been waiting for approximately 2.5 years to make the splooging joke
ROADMAP: I will address your comments in semi-reverse order, starting with the numbered list, and concluding with the first comment regarding my nasty email.DEAD TO ME. Seriously, Ouch. Dead to me. I didn't take you for the type that would be hostile towards -- or at least unsupportive of -- intellectual analysis. I thought you were a scholar, man. I thought you might be a philosopher. Maybe you're saying you disagree with my decision and reasoning -- that the other solutions were better -- and if that's the case, well, that's fine and I have no problem with that. But if you're saying that my fascination with my daily duties, that my inclination to relentlessly pursue improvement and knowledge and understanding and truth man fucking TRUTH, is stupid or meaningless, then for you I have two things:1) A big, hearty fuck you: FUCK. YOU.2) A question: How do you think things change, grow, and improve, if not for the pursuit of more/better/stronger/smarter? The only way we can be confident in our decisions and our philosophies is if we examine them, relentlessly and until they have been picked apart and put back together so many times that we know every crevice, every crack, everything about that thing. Proceeding to your first comment: I will. I begin with a quote from his class website that applies perfectly, and this little bit here:"When I was in middle school, a lazy teacher taught us to begin an academic paper with a quote. I don't think I've relied on that particular device since I realized it was almost always a hackneyed waste of space, but I using it now for two reasons:1) It's your quote, and I will be using it later to make a point. (In case you have not noticed from my behavior in class, I'm quite fond of forensics.)2) This will go much better for the both of us if I treat this as an academic exercise -- introduction, thesis, support, counter-arguments, answers to counter-arguments, conclusion -- since right now I am quite fired up. I am not sure if you have the "fired up" idiom, but it's an adjective that means, loosely, a state of excitement and emotion, positive or negative; thrilled, worked up, furious."I'm still on the fence about sending it.
bearwang,instead of shooting off an email full of venting, why not setup an office appointment and go in there to make him justify his reasoning behind giving you the grade he did. I think it improves the chances of him reconsidering as well as providing you with the entertainment of intellectually belittling him. It's WIN-WIN or a double edged sword or something.
Good idea. I'm considering it. But the downside of that is: people (other people, not me so much) tend to be more reserved, polite, conciliatory, etc., in person. Plus he's Asian, and his English isn't perfect, so it might be better if we do this asynchronously (<--- I learned this word in his class.)
Coming from the other side of the desk, I agree with this. I actually have a cool streak going. The last 5 classes I have taught have resulted in AT LEAST one student shedding tears in my office during the course of the semester. And I don't count it if its just a bit of sniffling, I am talking full-out sobbing. Granted, its not always due to my excessively harsh and heartless grading policies... often, they just feel that my office is the best place to let out all that my-life-as-a-college-student-in-sunny-southern-california-is-so-hard stress.
I will probably receive an A in the class. I also don't even care about grades that much. Since highschool ended, I haven't lost sleep over a grade, at least not a grade as an end in itself. I am furious now because my dominance -- total dominance, I am not exaggerating; I ruled so hard in so many ways that other students in the class were openly hostile towards me for what they perceived as me setting the curve too high -- is not just going unrewarded, it's being punished somehow.
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