I did have my eyes dilated. No puff of air.
Yes, it's terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and, uh, we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies, and everybody lives happily ever after.
Giles ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
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.
Sheryl - Feb 18, 2009 12:20:53 pm PST #6913 of 30000
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
tommyrot - Feb 18, 2009 12:24:50 pm PST #6914 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Did the do the Three Stooges test, where the Dr. tries to poke you in both eyes at the same time, and you have to line your hand up against your nose to prevent it?
Kathy A - Feb 18, 2009 12:29:19 pm PST #6915 of 30000
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Hee, tommyrot!
A blogger just got back from a trip to London; she stopped to see Douglas Adams' grave. Loved that someone left a green dice behind, and someone else left, of course, a towel.
Allyson - Feb 18, 2009 12:43:41 pm PST #6916 of 30000
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
How many toasters do I have?
tommyrot - Feb 18, 2009 12:47:58 pm PST #6917 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
How many toasters do I have?
Four? I dunno.
It'd be cool if we could lure some people here through your blogging at Coctail Party Physics
Allyson - Feb 18, 2009 1:11:19 pm PST #6918 of 30000
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Awww. My bat post should be up tonight.
Dana - Feb 18, 2009 1:21:55 pm PST #6919 of 30000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
I just filed a complaint against a telemarketer through the FCC.
Today is not the day to be irritating on the phone and then hang up on me.
Kathy A - Feb 18, 2009 1:29:55 pm PST #6920 of 30000
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Oooh, details, please?
Dana - Feb 18, 2009 1:34:20 pm PST #6921 of 30000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Of my telemarketer smackdown?
Since I'm home all day, I'm here when they call. Often I just ignore them (thank you, caller ID), but recently I've been picking up to get my number taken off the list.
When I answered the phone this time, the recorded message was totally unintelligible. So I pressed 1. I got a woman who asked for the make and model of my car.
I said, "Please put me on your do not call list."
She said, "Why wouldn't you want to protect your car? This is VERY IMPORTANT."
I said, somewhat less politely, "The recorded message doesn't work. Please put me on your do not call list."
Then she hung up on me.
Then I discovered that according to the FCC, "pre-recorded commercial messages" are generally unlawful.
Irritated me + caller ID + the internet = FCC complaint. And I kind of want them to try calling me again.
DavidS - Feb 18, 2009 1:48:39 pm PST #6922 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I can see how these factors could produce the desire for a good grade, but not the sense that one was entitled to it, which is clearly present.
I suspect it's from parenting trends over the last fifteen to twenty years, which have trended towards "Everything you do is awesome and praiseworthy. I validate your specialness. You are special and deserve all good things. You tied your shoes - let's have ice cream!"
Like that. Hence, showing up equals a B. The grade B means good, and trying is good. So if you try you deserve a B.
I think that's the behavioral brain math behind the entitlement creep.