Hey! What a surprise! Hostile 17! Can I get you a drink, Hostile 17?

Xander ,'Dirty Girls'


Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


amych - Mar 01, 2006 3:19:35 pm PST #737 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

No chopsticks. It's schwanky finger food!


Lee - Mar 01, 2006 3:28:13 pm PST #738 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

What amych said.


tommyrot - Mar 01, 2006 3:44:39 pm PST #739 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Adjusted for IQ and working hours, jobs in science are the lowest paid in the United States.

What does "adjusted for IQ" mean? That having a high IQ means you're supposed to earn more money, and if you chose not to, then that's bad?

Or am I being too anti-elitist? I dunno - the implication just seems odd....


Tom Scola - Mar 01, 2006 3:49:04 pm PST #740 of 10001
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500

What does "adjusted for IQ" mean? That having a high IQ means you're supposed to earn more money, and if you chose not to, then that's bad?

He touches on that subject in the article. He's got no problem with scientists who are happy in their jobs, but he says the majority of scientists he knows aren't.


Matt the Bruins fan - Mar 01, 2006 3:51:05 pm PST #741 of 10001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand

As someone who has happily paid three figures an hour for a monosyllabic plumber to do his thing, I'm not sure IQ should correspond to earnings. Demand for a task to be done and relative scarcity of people able/willing to do it seem like safer indicators.


§ ita § - Mar 01, 2006 3:53:30 pm PST #742 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Maybe the plumber did something really difficult.

I realised today that I use chopsticks when I am feeling lazy. Which means I don't want to get my fingers sticky and have to wash them later.


sarameg - Mar 01, 2006 3:59:11 pm PST #743 of 10001

My cousin's new husband is a plumber (either that or an electrician, I've got wires crossed somewhere.) After passing his certifying exam, he's eligible for jobs that make more than I do in the midwest (bs, academic sciences, computer work.) However, while I am likely to encounter shitheads, he's likely to encounter both that AND shit. At all hours.

So I really don't begrudge him at all. I've got a thesis in my head somewhere about market value, social value, esoterica and whatnot. Basically, my position isn't as valuable in comparison because there are fewer people out there who can absolutely not live with their data than there are people out there who can't live without functioning plumbing. Or something. I'm confused by my own negatives.


Jesse - Mar 01, 2006 4:05:30 pm PST #744 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Ridiculous meara:

I don't know how tall Jesse can really be when she looks so huggable. You just gotta hug Jesse every chance you get. Does that sound like a tall person trait? Do you want to hug Shaq?

I totally want to hug Shaq! Yao Ming, I'm not sure. He seems a little wiry for me.

It did take me a while to draft what JZ would admit about you. At one point it was that you were a "Claymate" but I thought that might be a little obscure for the room.

DAVIDS IS TOTALLY A CLAYMATE! THAT'S HIS SECRET!!

OMG, I am now in love with Alfred Molina. Thank you for sharing that, Robin.

Dude, me too!

I can't stand the guilt any more. Yes, I admit it. I'm only 5'8-3/4", not 5'9". Jesse is 1/4" taller than I am.

BUSTED!

I think it's a myspace reference. IIRC, when you join myspace, there's a Tom, who is like the site owner or admin or something, and he's immediately added to your "friends list."

I'm becoming a MySpace expert, thanks to the article in the Vanity Fair that the postal service finally gave up. Speaking of which, I'm super annoyed at my mail people -- Amazon says they tried to deliver a package to me LAST THURSDAY, and not only was I home all day (OK, they could have come while I was in the shower or something), I have yet to get the delivery attempt slip. @@

I'm a man and Samantha Knoop plays me at parties.

HAR.

That women in science thing was interesting.

I realised today that I use chopsticks when I am feeling lazy. Which means I don't want to get my fingers sticky and have to wash them later.

I was just eating sushi with chopsticks, and was thinking about how awesome it was that my hands didn't touch the food at all.


bon bon - Mar 01, 2006 4:09:29 pm PST #745 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

This reminds me of a passage in the book "Naked Economics" where the author is trying to explain something about supply and demand and uses an example of some utopian town where everyone is a highly educated academic. The question is, "who will take care of the garbage?" The answer is, "the garbageman. And he's the highest paid person in town."


Jesse - Mar 01, 2006 4:12:36 pm PST #746 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I keep reading the phrase "the cut direct," and now I want to (a) use it and (b) give it to someone.